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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 17:35:22 GMT -5
( Slaughter & Steep )
With Lightningswift dead, and their family packing up for SummerClan, Dragonguard and Foxstar's litter had elected to go and try their luck in SunClan instead. It wasn't like they didn't care for the family they grew up in, but they never had the opportunity to really know their mother, more than the infrequent visit or two over the moons, and Slaughterfish especially wanted to go there. Dragonguard had left before the sickness had even hit, off to twolegplace, and that motivated the silver she-cat to seek out her other family. After all, Foxstar had been nothing but kind to her.
They'd packed up and left the day before, and were almost there. In the morning, they'd make the final leg of the journey. Saltpile hadn't come with, however. Slaughterfish hoped she'd change her mind some day. Dawnguard, Forsworn, and Dragonborn were sleeping in the shelter of a hollow that they'd made their makeshift nest for the night, safe from the snow and the worst of the cold. Steepfall had been guarding, but Slaughterfish had been unable to sleep and had since joined him.
A half moon hung in the sky above them, and the polydactyl feline stared up at it and the starry expanse in silence for a moment, her breath steaming into the midnight air. "Do you think we made the right decision?" Usually, she wasn't so somber, but given recent events, she supposed she earned the right to not be up for so much teasing.
The lone charcoal tom's back faced his sister. He didn't bother to turn around, even when his sister was talking to him. Steepfall sat tall and rigid in the fluffy snow, ignoring the cold and his bodies aching desire to rest in favor of watching out for his siblings. The young tom knew that he had never been the best brother or nephew in the world, but though he'd never admit it out loud, he cared deeply for his family in his own way. And during these solemn and trying times, he needed to be there for them now more than ever. Be the protector that their father had never been.
Steepfall let out a huff through his nose, sending a puff of breath into the air. "Probably not," he admitted bluntly. They had passed by the Dayclan border on their way there. They had heard stories from various cats of all types about the atrocities Foxstar had committed against Dayclan, Springclan, and Nightclan. He had even heard rumors that she had managed to make the hermit Regime angry, which was a feat in itself. Their mother was insane; everyone in the clans knew that. "But," he continued, "Survival isn't about right or wrong. It's about staying alive, no matter what."
He only hoped that Foxstar was at least sane enough to feel some semblence of positive emotion towards her estranged kits.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 20:11:29 GMT -5
"Do you think we should've gone to SummerClan?" She questioned, her pelt gleaming dully in the darkness as she sat herself beside Steepfall, leaning into his cold frame. Maybe he didn't want her to, but he was cold enough, though he'd never admit it, and it brought her comfort, nonetheless. Perhaps she wasn't the one who should be asking the question of where they should be going. After all, it was she who had pushed for SunClan over SummerClan. Of all of the litter, she had the most relationship with Foxstar, having visited her about twice as much as her littermates, not that her number was particularly high either, and remembered their mother telling her that there was always a place in SunClan for them.
It wasn't a normal clan they were going to, but a cult, if rumors were to be believed, and even Slaughterfish knew that Foxstar wasn't a saint, not by far. Word of Deal's execution had reached them as well, and the idea of a curse, of all things, was horrifying in it's own right. That could be them, if they angered her. After all, if she could turn on a mate, then why not her own kits?
The tom didn't lean into his sister's touch, but he didn't flinch away from it either. For a moment it seemed like he didn't recognize that she was right beside him at all; Steepfall's unreadable gaze seemed almost fixed forward, completely unmovable. But then, after a few long seconds of letting Slaughterflish's words hang in the air, he sighed, and his long tail swept across the snow to touch hers. "We wouldn't have fit in there," He finally admitted, his voice sounding tired and defeated. "We never have...and you know that."
They were, by all means, the black sheep of their family. The only litter out of so many of Phoenixriver's children, to be from a cross-clan relationship. Steepfall supposed he could also throw the litter Swangrace had been carrying the last he saw her into that category, but at least her mate had been a loner, and not the recognized leader of an enemy clan. He'd give credit where it was due; their Waterclan family had done their absolute best to be there for them when it was obvious Dragonguard wasn't. But there had always been a...disconnect between them. A canyon of differences that couldn't be overcome so easily.
Even so...they had all mourned for Lightningswift the same as the others. "If things get risky, we'll split. Together. I won't leave you, never."
Polydactyl paws extended claws that dug into the frozen earth, retracting in another heartbeat as she let out a heavy sigh. She knew he was right. SummerClan would never have been the place for them. And with WaterClan no longer an option, they weren't left with many places to go. They could only hope that their mother would take pity on them, though given all the rumors, Slaughterfish didn't expect Foxstar to be pulling strings for them, even if she'd told them they always had a place in SunClan.
Even though this all had been heavily her own idea, her heart hurt at the idea of never sharing a meal with her family again, at the idea that they were so faraway that it would take a journey just for a momentary visit. She doubted that she'd ever get used to that thought. "I know." Slaughterfish murmured. "What do you think SunClan will be like? I've spent some time with our mother, but her words don't connect with her actions or those of the clan. I'm not sure what to expect, not really."
