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There were those that called her the daughter of a bogeyman, those that spoke of tainted bloodlines, and rotted foundations. None who made their home in Springclan of-course, only those who knew her beyond these boundaries spoke of her like this. Only those who had seen her at her lowest, her meanest, or maybe at her truest. She was chasing something unattainable, reaching for a crown she could never truly have. Seamlessly folding herself to fit new outfits for every new cat encountered, ever plan and scheme.
But right now, right now Eternalstar was nothing more or less than herself. She needed this cat to know who she was at her core, not who she presented herself to be. Needed the mutual respect that came from shedding the roles they played and approaching each other as two actors who thrived pretending to be something they weren't. "Cloudberry." She called as the fluffy brown warrior moved past her. Younger than her, a few generations behind, but not far enough that she was born after Eternalstar left Springclan.
Post by finchwhisker on Feb 11, 2019 3:12:17 GMT -5
Cloudberry’s head crackles, all white noise and ceaseless, high-pitched buzzing. The camp bustles around her, a whirlwind of colours and sounds. It makes her dizzy. She feels her front paw quivering and places her other toes on top of it, grinding down till it aches.
It’s a freedom like no other, Cloudberry thinks, to feel her blood fizz, her veins tremble, her heart skitter and whisper and shake. Madness, she’s heard it called — because that’s what small minds would call it, isn’t it? When they can’t understand it — when they haven’t felt it. Her skin prickles. Her pawpads burn. Her brain thrums and scrapes against her skull. All the noise in all the world, all the static and the fire and the screaming — she can hear it.
How could any of them comprehend what it is to live without excuses?
How could any of them understand what it is to not be bound by all those claustrophobic little rules and morals — what it is to be free?
They could never understand all the white-hot mania inside her, how it whispers under her skin and pulls at her fur — and she isn’t here to teach them. Far easier to live a lie than it is to risk all the nasty little things that come from misunderstandings. Far easier to be thought of as a fool than as a murderer.
She crouches down and wraps her tail around her paws with jerky, unsteady movements, dust clinging to the feathery tips of the fur. Just as she’s about to lick it off, she spots Eternalstar padding towards her and rises quickly to her paws. Best not to draw attention to oneself, she’s always thought — and that means keeping out of the light cast by crowns and gods.
Before she can slip away, the sound of her name makes her stop. It buzzes in her ears, and she thinks, for the thousandth time, what a funny thing it is to exist at all. “Yes?” she asks softly, staring up at her with big, vacant eyes. It should worry her how easily this mask of soft-headed innocence settles over her, all wide-eyed gazes and idiocy. It doesn’t. “Goodness — I wasn’t in your way, was I? You know how I struggle with my directions.”
She stared, eyes digging through the soft coat and flesh of the other to go down to her fragile bones. Slowly her head cocked to the side as she considered the young thing, who had just become an apprentice when Eternalstar had been earning her warrior name Eternalera. Who was being dubbed Cloudpaw while Eternalstar was having a litter born from young mistakes and lofty ambitions. There was something changed, though Eternalstar had never known her well, she remembered something different and had been puzzling over it for the moons she had been back.
When asking about cats of note, Cardinalheart had never named Cloudberry. But from the moment she had laid eyes on her Eternalstar had been watching. "Walk with me." Her voice broke across them like ice cracking under ones feat, bringing with it the dread and fear of on-setting danger.
Turning the tiger stripped brown and white she-cat set off, small form cutting a path through the cats within camp like Moses through the sea. Not one to do such a grave disservice as ruining such a beautiful act. Knowing the pains it took to cultivate something such as that, in awe at the dedication laid into setting up such a house of cards. One wobbly card would bring the whole thing tumbling down and yet she seemed to have hers set enough one could mistake them as glued together.
Eternalstar wanted it, wanted the creature that had laid out such a construct. The monster living within the darkness of Cloudberry, whatever was hidden away, Eternalstar wanted to coax it out and pet it's scale, feed it a feast and watch it grow.
Post by finchwhisker on Feb 12, 2019 2:59:43 GMT -5
Alarm prickles across Cloudberry’s skin like a hot, sticky oil spill. The command rattles around inside her skull, metallic and garbled — walk with me, walk with me, walk with me (walk with her). What could the likes of Eternalstar want with her? What— all the things she’s done wrong, all the blood and the viscera and the wailing, unravel behind her eyes like a thousand little threads. Ah, she thinks, amidst the static and the whispering. This is it, then, is it?
She swipes her tongue over her nose and nods once, rising to her paws on tight, unsteady legs and padding after the leader. Her ear twitches spasmodically. She can’t stop it. It isn’t fear the curls through her gut, however. Oh, no. What an adventure it would be, she’s always thought, to be condemned to the gallows for all the pretty little lives she’s taken and all the sins she’s collected like pebbles on a riverbank. What a marvelous thing it would be to be known — if only for a moment, before the axe falls and the birds scatter. What a fun little ending, watching all their eyes widen in the audience as the innocent becomes the villain. All the world’s a stage, after all — and she’s always thought villains ought to end the way they lived, in a mess of gore and screaming.
A shiver runs down her spine at the thought and she swallows down a giddy smile. How exciting.
“I haven’t done something wrong, have I?” Cloudberry asks in a soft voice, frowning up at Eternalstar with wide, chaste eyes. She trots along to keep pace with her. The air smells of sweet smoke and flowers. She’s always loved this part: the lying, the deceit, the pleasure of slipping under other cat’s skin before they even know she’s there. Pleasure sparks in her belly like embers from a fire. “I should hate to have done something to displease you without my knowing.”
"I'm getting desperately tired of hearing that." She drawled, eyes cutting through the other, picking apart the skeleton cobbled together from others parts. "'did I do something wrong...'" Shaking her head her pace picked up, strides lengthening to eat up the ground that laid before them. Destination unknown, a course yet unset, simply summarized by 'further' in her own mind. "If you had done something wrong you would surely know about it before now. I don't drag cats away out of camp to speak of petty wrongdoings."
She cared little what her warriors got onto during their days, could not be bothered to remember half their little life details half the time. "No, I wanted to talk to you about you Cloudberry." White paws finally slowed as she paused and looked around, finding satisfaction within the glade they had been wrapped within, hidden from passerby's. "Wanted to ask what it is you're so desperately trying to hide?" She of-course already knew, having the luxury of watching, able to observe the warrior in almost all her moments.
"I asked around and heard nothing of a tragic little backstory tied to you. So what made you the shadow of your fairytale?" Eternalstar hoped she woulds tart with denial, she loved when they tried to deny her conclusions. It told her even more she hadn't gotten to know before.
