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Vela wasn't too fond of change. She didn't like Winterclan, she didn't like the sudden amount of cats, she didn't like the cold, and she didn't like the snow, because it always soaked into her fur and made her shiver. She never voiced her complains, she didn't have the right. How could she ever talk ill about something Father had chosen? She shooed the thoughts away, face set in a slight offense and indignation at the very things. Father had sent them off by now, finished his lessons for the day, not a word to her, only a word to Canes, because Canes couldn't falter, Canes who perfect, Canes who was worthy. The resentment had started young, and though Vela had attempted to rid her mind of it, she couldn't shake it. It always crept up. She always found herself glaring, thinking to herself whenever Father offered her praise for seemingly nothing that that should be her.
Canes would be eating good tonight, and Vela would only be staring longing, especially after that performance. Tripping over her own paws, something only fools and idiots did. The camp offered shelter from the winds outside, though it wasn't particularly warm, and so she resorted to sitting as stiffly and as curled as possible, tail snaking around her like a makeshift blanket. She stared ahead, almost lost in thought, but nothing crossed her mind.
Canes was perfectly aware that she was perfect in all regards. She was stronger, more aggressive, quicker to learn, the easiest to mold, the most eager to please. And please she did, Father's soldier fell in line with ease, excelled in anything he asked her to do. One of those tasks was to keep a close eye on her siblings, to ensure that they, too, fell in line. After all, when her siblings proved that they were an embarassment, it reflected poorly on her. She'd been waiting for Vela to separate from the others, her gaze predatory as she padded over, a disappointed frown on her face.
"Your performance today was terrible," she meowed, a slight growl in her voice as her maw twitched. "It wasn't even a new skill, I don't know what's wrong with you." She bowed her head closer to her sister, breathing heat on the other's face as she moved to snarl the next words into her ear. "You're lucky I don't make a scene about it right here."
The moment Vela saw Canes' approaching form, she shrunk back, only briefly catching the look in her eyes before turning them away, towards her paws, which started to fiddle with each other. It wasn't jealousy, she told herself, because she wasn't supposed to feel jealous — she was supposed to strive to be better, to be perfect, and that was all. There wasn't a hello spoken between them, not a greeting or a kind word, and that was the way it should be. They were competitors, weren't they? Siblings in the sense that they had the same parents, rivals in every other.
Your performance today was terrible. Vela only nodded, large ears twitching as Canes moved closer. "I don't see why you would need to. I know well enough, Canes." Her voice was tight, strained, a betrayal to herself, speaking of things she would rather have left unspoken. Her tail twitched from where it was wrapped around her.
Canes enjoyed when her sister withdrew into herself when she was around. This was for two reasons. The first was that her sister's existence was so pitiful that it would be borderline offensive for her to meet Canes' gaze. In a pack, which Muttkit had always considered their family, the subordinates needed to respect those who were superior. While the pale white she-cat was clearly the beta, the right hand man of the alpha himself, Vela was a sniveling omega. Or, something like that, it's been a while since ian had their Team Jacob phase. The second reason was less rooted in the canine organization of family dynamics. Watching her sister fumble with her paws reminded her of her power, and, like the former leader that she was raised in the image of, Canes could get drunk on power.
"You know well enough, yet you still perform the way you do? Now, Vela," she meowed, booping her sister's nose in what could look like a playful gesture from an outsider's perspective, "I don't think that's a very good reason for me not to put you in your place, hmm? If anything, it suggests I need to be more tough with you. We wouldn't want to continue to disappoint Father, would we?" Her words were an accusation as she pulled away from Vela's side, taking a seat across from her. "It's my job to make sure we don't, but you just make that so difficult for me, you know?"
Gold never had a Twilight phase and doesn't know what's going on.
Now, Vela. She hated how her name sounded when Canes said it, though she knew she shouldn't have. She liked her name, she liked when anybody else said her name, but it sounded like poison coming from her sister. She wondered if her new name would ever be used, Elmkit, so similar to Aspenstar, and yet she felt undeserving. She was disappointing her mother, she was disappointing Father, she was disappointing Canes, second best only to him. Her teeth grit, but her eyes were round and almost saddened with the downturned look they held, though not quite. Indiscernible. She tried not to make any other reaction to Canes' words, her taunts, how easily they got under her skin, despite how non-confrontational she was.
"I'm sorry." Her head lifted, her eyes staring into her sister's for only a moment before she pulled them away, almost genuine, "why don't you help me, then? So I don't disappoint again." Vela hated asking for things, she usually kept it all to herself, became independent in the way she felt she shouldn't be getting others to do anything for her, but entirely dependent on the words of her father, but now she was asking for help. From Canes, who she still held a certain bitterness for, despite trying to chase it away. Genuinely, she was sorry.
