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"Oh, kittens~" The call was punctuated by affection, though his eyes were choked with malice. It was crucial for him to play up this front of doting father in camp, where it mattered most, if Jaguarghost had any intentions- and he did- of boosting his class, but his kittens' obedience did not invoke an enthusiastic step on their part. When they filed out one behind the other, it was trudging and weary, like teenagers summoned from sleep. Except for his perfect Canes, of course. Jaguarghost pressed a frosty nose to her as she paraded ahead of her siblings; he was always careful to lavish his favor in front of the them.
After a brief, internal rollcall of the four- Canes: here; the twins: present; Vela: perceived- the scars upon his face morphed into something meant to resemble a smile but lacking any of the warmth, and he turned to lead them from camp. The first time a concerned clanmate had approached (which he expected, anticipated even, because any sane cat would question literal children being lured out), he'd manufactured a pretense of tradition: we simply must go out to see the stars, it reminds them of their mother. He still chuckled a bit when he recalled the encounter and the good samaritan's earnest gullibility.
The path Jaguarghost chose was a deliberate one following scarcely wandered curves and bends, the pale snow unblemished by prints before their arrival. The stars, despite his fib, did influence these forays somewhat. The kits would occasionally catch him lost in them, his memories glimmering like stardust captured in the silver shine of his eyes. Tonight, however, there was a thin, foggy veil pasted to the navy background, obscuring the stars, and offering focus, reprieve from the inflamed ache in his chest. When he spoke, the earlier mirth was absent, "I hope you have all been practicing your stances since I last brought you out. You will need to be perfect," a warning growled in his throat, "if you want to survive till tomorrow. Tonight, we hunt."
The prey? The hunting dog's baying shattered the ensuing silence.
(this would have been up yesterday but my phone deleted it ahshwjd anyways, expect shorter replies after this LMAO) achromatic @ian goldcrest @starkravingmad
Southernkit, or rather Australis dragged his paws after Canes. He did his best trying not to look as tired as he felt. His amber eyes where bright but not quite focused as he kept having to blink several times just to see right in front of his face. He didn't protest when their father lead them out of camp, on occasion he would sneak a glance over his shoulder just to make sure his twin was keeping up with them without issue. Though respectful with this nightly ritual Southernkit absolutely despised it. Yes, a part of him missed the mother that he'd never met. Longing for a chance to know her beyond that of the stories Jaguarghost had told them. Though he would never dare say this out loud, maybe not even to Northernkit in private but he did feel somehow connected to Aspenstar whenever he was out in the open under the stars. It provided him with some false sense of protection, as he'd somehow wrongly convinced himself that no matter how bad things became each night, their mother would watch over them.
His stances? Jaugarghost's words cut through the fog in his mind, snapping him back to the reality he hadn't realized he had floated away from. He blinked in confusion as his father continued, making sure to sit up straight and at least look attentive now, hoping that he hadn't been caught spacing out this time. The blood in the kit's viens briefly ran cold at the sound of the hound's call. Don't let him see your fear Southernkit told himself, doing his best to look unbothered by the sounds of the uncertain death that awaited them.
Vela — or Elmkit, for clan formalities — tried to keep her face brighter, more eager, than her siblings', but it was difficult. The change the scenery had brought with it a sudden inability to sleep, only amplified by her nervous thoughts and newfound restlessness, and though she eventually did fall asleep after hours of lying still despite cramped muscles and focusing all her attention to her breathing, the morning always seemed to come too quickly. And when it became apparent in the way her eyes sank and darkened and she didn't quite seem all there (though the change was hardly noticeable to anyone that wasn't her family), she said not a word on it. Perhaps it was better if she only had half the mind.
She would have had an easier time than many in the snow, with her legs making up most of her incredible height, though she still kept her steps high in a march, following Jaguarghost as if he were their commander. In a way, he was, as there was something more militant than fatherly too him. Not that Vela could mind, as it was all she had ever known.
She didn't mind the sudden change in his tone, only stood taller and straighter in response, gaze flicking towards Canes for only a moment, enough to see and mimic her pose, her expression, however off it seemed on her face. Tonight, we hunt. Her tail flicked nervously for only a moment before she kept it still. The instructions were unclear, confusion crossed her face briefly, but she dared not ask. She was supposed to know. The barking grew louder, and Vela tried to keep her nervousness at bay.
For a brief moment, Canes allowed her gaze to move to her siblings, their mismatched depths focused for a moment. There was a warning in her gaze, much like the warning their father gave them: do not mess this up. Under no circumstance show weakness. It was a surprisingly militant position for a child, one who had been groomed to perfection in much the same way Aspenstar had. From the time she had opened her eyes, she had been morphed into a solider. Of course, so had her siblings, but they had nothing compared to her natural skill, nothing close to the favor that her father showed her. As such, she had naturally fit into the position of right hand man, the enforcer of the litter, a growing monster known for her rabid nature, primed in the image of her mother. Still, she was not Aspenstar; she carried with her no silver tongue, no flippant interest in politics, no tact. While her mother had been composed in her brutality, Canes was a raging wildfire, a supernova that threatened to end everyone around her.
After a moment of glaring at her siblings, a moment that allowed her to see her sister look to her (something that made her lips twist smugly - at least her siblings recognized their inadequacies, understood the pecking order), she looked to her father. She absolutely idolized him; if he told her to move, she moved. If he told her to fight, she fought. If he told her that something needed to be done, no matter how insidious, she would do it. She was a daddy's girl, one whose reverence for Jaguarghost could only be trumped by her reverence of their mother. This kept her squarely under his power. Even if she wanted to defy him - she had no interest, really - he had a hold over her, held her leash tightly, his praise enough to quell the anger that always ruminated in her chest. Yes, Canes was a soldier. If only her siblings followed her lead.
At the sound of the howl, Canes let out a purr. A whir of exhilaration passed through her gaze; she could already feel adreneline coursing through her veins. She carried none of the same nervousness as her siblings, something that was probably a resultant of the combination of her willingness to die for her father if that was what he asked and her own fearlessness over death. It was probably also influenced by the fact that the howl of the dog was a perfect gift for her; she was a hunting dog herself, primed for battle with her namesake. The threat of death only excited her more, an ultimate test of all of the things that she had learned. If she failed - which she was certain she wouldn't - she was no better than her siblings, and her blood deserved to be shed.
"I have ensured that they have, father," she responded with a curt nod, the frenzied excitement still clear in her mismatched eyes. "Let us hunt."
Post by achromatic on Mar 21, 2022 18:23:01 GMT -5
Unlike the tired confidence of his brother, Northernkit was the kit with a nervousness in his step, his eyes darting left and right as he followed after Southernkit, his tail pressed to his ground and his ears laid back with a fearful expression. He had always been a little bit jittery after all; he was the exact opposite of his father actually, the nervous disposition made worse by the strictness of his upbringing.
He had practiced his stances, but alas he was still a kit, barely old enough to reach a height that would make it easy to leap over branches and claw at an enemy's stomach need it be, and his big paws were still clumsy when the rest of his body had yet to catch up with them. He turned to Southernkit, the only sibling he trusted fully despite their...somewhat rocky relationship. "Where do you think we're going?" he whispered, still cowering behind the braver sibling.
"Australis. Borealis." Though he bore little interest in their individual personalities, Jaguarghost had a measure of each of his kits, fundamentally aware of their strengths and glaring flaws. Australis, at least, made an effective attempt at falling in line, but Borealis... The Father audibly grit his back teeth together, strangling a displeased sound. He always felt his patience was becoming more and more a balancing act, teetering between ending his son's life and ignoring his existence entirely. For now, the boy lived. He could still be useful. "One of you will lie in wait here," he sauntered to the spot he indicated, a kitten-sized outcropping of rock that protruded from the snow and cast a shadow beneath itself, where one could be swallowed up whole by the shadows, "until the moment of ambush. The other one of you will wait farther ahead. If either of you make one mistake, you may very well die." There was a levity to his words that almost made him sound excited at the potential of it.
Jaguarghost turned away with no further comment, stalking forward and leading his daughters away from the area. The distant cries grew infinitesimally louder. "Canes," the pride was illuminated by the brightness in his voice, " Go on ahead. Find it. Chase it. The other one-" He never used Vela's name. It was an honor she had yet to earn. "-will begin marking her scent to bait it this way." He glanced at his youngest; though silent and meek, Vela resembled him the most in the terrifying height of her and inherited grace. "Pray those legs work better than that mouth of yours."
While one went off and the other set to work, the tom padded away. He was the most stark against the snow- a blot that occasionally sparked in the captured light and ignited- and found a better perch in the rocks along the mountainside, one that would let him follow alongside once the dog caught onto Vela's scent.
The other one. Vela tried not to think about how the words stung, kept her eyes attentive but averted, drinking in the instructions, lips stretched into a thin line that urged not to quiver. She nodded, wasting no time in setting off towards the barking with a glance over her shoulder just to make sure she knew where to lead it, though her eyes caught Canes. Something rolled in her stomach. Jealousy, shame, she wasn't sure.
Her legs were soaked from where they sunk into the snow, and she could hardly feel her paws, but she continued anyway, slowing as the hunting hound sounded only fox-lengths away. The trees were sparser in the area, making her an easy target. Her fur prickled, on edge. She stood thinking for a moment, hesitating, before she snapped herself out of it. She wasn't to hesitate. Vela got to work, listening out for any approaching footsteps or distant barking, though it had fallen silent, doing everything she could to make her scent as strong as possible, reversing her steps and tracing her own pawprints to draw it back. At one point she stopped, eyes lighting up with a bright idea, drawing a single claw over pawpad, deep enough to draw blood. She shook it into the snow, watched the droplets fly. That's what it was looking for, wasn't it?
It wasn't long before the barking sounded again, loud and urgent, too close for comfort. She didn't let herself freeze up, forcing herself to run.
