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With Valleyswirl no longer in power, and Diamondstar holding the crown Morningpaw had found himself without the safety net he had grown so used to. His mother was gone, his siblings were seemingly unreachable. Growing up had separated them, put them on different paths and Morningpaw had become rather confident that his was leading him away from the home he was born into. It seemed fruitless to say within Winterclan's borders any longer. Pushing to his paws he shifted on his paws for a moment before starting out of camp; deciding he was going to do it. Was going to leave and not make any goodbyes. Finding such a thing pointless when he hadn't even spoken to his siblings in moons; they most likely wouldn't notice he was gone.
Eveningpaw probably would have actually forgotten about her brothers leaving if she wasn’t out for a walk. She took them often now, especially now, and it always helped that Ghoulmask would be there with her. The two shared a closer bond than the others did- than most did with Ghoulmask, really, as they shared the same guilt and horror in their identities. It really must have been fate when they came across Mornigpaw.
“Moringpaw? Where are you going?” Her light voice asked with a cocked head.
"Away." He responded, back still to his sister and paw raised before he slowly lowered it and turned to face her. The apprentice felt disconnected from his siblings, and honestly just looking at her and Ghoulmask he felt they all felt that way. He wondered if there were families that did have close bonds; for to Morningpaw such a thing seemed a ridiculous notion. The pretty tom blinked before the silence grew to heavy for him "what are you doing? Out for a walk with Ghoulmask then?"
"Oh, but where are you going to go? Who are we gonna have to tease now?" Eveningpaw frowned, though behind it was still a quick jab. She looked at Ghoulmask then back at her other brother, blinking for a moment. "Ghoulmask and I usually go for walks. It's nice to clear the head and take in some fresh air. Plus- he gets a nice new spacious den. The student's den is pretty stuffy- oh! Is that why you're leaving? Too much competition?"
Ghoulmask rolled his eyes. His walks with Eveningpaw were admittedly refreshing, after having dealt with the near constant backlash of being a knight – having rejected the promotion to marquess surprisingly didn't help his case with the new knights – but he wasn't expecting to have an impromptu family reunion. He didn't have much of a relationship with Morningpaw, if at all. It wasn't surprising to him that the tom wanted to leave. He'd considered it himself, if he wasn't so loyal to his family – or what was left of it.
"If you have a problem, you should come out and say it. Tredding around the bush is infuriating."
Morningpaw raised a brow towards them, "you both take so much after mother; two peas in a pod." He grinned with sharks teeth, incensed by Eveningpaw. If Ghoulmask wasn't there perhaps he would have attempted to attack her a nice parting gift to his sister he cared for as little as she did him. He had loved his mother, desperately craved her approval and she had babied him; constantly saved him from his own mousebrain mistakes. Then she had just disappeared and left him alone. No allies, no friends, and no ties he felt betrayed, hurt, the heart he had shriveled away perhaps. Either way this was further proving his decision to leave had been the right one.
"What are you getting at, sweet brother?" Eveningpaw cooed as she parted from Ghoulmask's side and came in close to Morningpaw, twirling around him with a feathered tortoiseshell tail. "And you take after what Mother became. Abandoning her children and homeland entirely. Sad, isn't it?" She looked back to Ghoulmask with a devious grin growing along her maw.
The white tom's sapphire eyes narrowed and he took a step towards Eveningpaw. He didn't like the tension that swirled around the two; innocent sibling rivalry was one thing, but he could tell there was something lurking, like licking fire, under Morningpaw's pelt. His sister's instigation wasn't helping. "Eveningpaw," he warned with a soft growl. "Morningpaw. The both of you. We don't want to be compromised out here." He turned to look at his brother. "Figure out what you're doing. If you're wanting to make a scene just to make yourself feel loved, it isn't working. It's annoying."
Morningpaw's eyes narrowed and he glanced between them before a nasty grin curved his features as he leaned close to Eveningpaw. "You think I'm making a scene to make myself feel loved. Well I suppose I'm just taking after our dear brother then." He hissed eyes cutting to Eveningpaw. Eyes growing darker and lips peeling up to show sharp teeth as his temper flared to a level no longer extinguishable. "Changing his whole gender for attention, just to feel special. Oh bo-ho, our poor brother Eveningpaw." He paused and pulled away. "Who will always be a boy no matter how much you act like a little brat."
Her eyes went wide. Her pulse quickened. She could hear the blood pounding her eardrums.
A smile grew across her face. Light and sinister.
And then everything went dark.
She became automatic. Her body moved like fluid, sliding around Morningpaw to push him against a tree, claws digging into his side as she swung blindly. She didn’t bother to look at where or what she was hitting, feeling her claws cut through skin, leaving clumps of fur between her toes. Never in her life had smelled so much blood before.
Morningpaw didn't have time to react; perhaps he had gotten cocky. Having felt on top of the world putting her down with his remarks, a dumb foolishly young mistake. Letting out a yowl he tried to twist away, managing to pull his front from the assault and present her his side, lessening the damage of her furious assault enough with his thick pelt to give himself a moment to think. He pulled down hard, slipping from her grip, but rather than rolling away he threw his weight into her legs, sharp teeth gripping the fur and skin on her side, close to her belly; having just missed the vulnerable area. Swinging his head side to side like a dog and ignoring her continuing furious strikes against his back.
She screamed and felt her tears begin to soak her face, the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger as it began to fill the area. Her body smashed against the ground as he tumbled beneath her, the wind getting knocked out of her. It took her a moment to regain herself, yet by that time she could feel his teeth sinking into her skin and head began to tear her apart. She twisted her neck, just barely being able to bite down onto his scruff, feeling her fangs almost sink completely through the thin flab of skin. She did her best to kick him off, back claws raking her brothers hips and back.
Horror filled him as he watched the scene go down — he felt out of his body, his heart dropping into his stomach. His siblings were doing the one thing family was never supposed to do: try to kill each other. Sure, family was never perfect; he could barely count the amount of times he wanted to shove at least one of his siblings faces in the mud, but there was a reason he never followed through. Sure, his bark was worse than his bite people said, but deep down he cared for his family.
This was different. The two of them weren’t playing. His sapphire eyes flashed and he snarled, the guttural growl echoing through the 2 mile vicinity. He slammed himself between the two of them, taking his shoulder and shoving it forcefully into Morningpaw to send him stumbling backward.
“StarClan curse the both of you until the ends of the earth!” He yelled, shaking in anger. “Morningpaw, if you want to save your tail, you’ll leave. Now.” He looked over at Eveningpaw. “And you. I’m disappointed in you. He’s a mousebrain and has a tongue of acid but you’re better than that. Don’t stoop to his level just so he can get what he wants.”
He looked back at Morningpaw. “Don’t make me say it again. Leave.”
Furry flashed in her eyes like the sun that blinded them. Her teeth barred as she snarled loudly back at Ghoulmask, just barely being held back from Morningpaw. She wasn’t a student right now, she wasn’t the princess her brothers had once validated, she was an animal. A predator interrupted from the hunt. She had never felt anything close to bloodlust before today.
If only he hadn’t said those words.
She really wanted to say something, yell the harshest words she could at him, yet stayed held back by Ghoulmask. Her ears flattened as he reprimanded her, yet she kept them locked on Morningpaw. The traitor.
Morningpaw stumbled away and blue eye flashing snarled wordlessly, blood dripped down the right side of his face and clumps of fur littered the snow around them; speaking their tale of violence. Looking into Ghoulmask's eyes he could see the promise of retribution should he linger so he steeled himself and stepped back. Adreniline was a power thing and had helped him fight through his pain but now as he looked at Ghoulmask and Eveningpaw he felt it flash to the surface of his thoughts. As he turned he wobbled and cursed himself for it; biting down his frustration at this weakness. At being the loosing party.
Taking a breath he left quickly, not looking back once and leaving the two to watch his retreating figure. He did not stumble again.
Ghoulmask huffed, watching as the tail of his brother slowly vanished into the shadows, before he turned and looked at his sister with anger in his eyes. "We'll talk later." Turning, he padded back in the direction of camp, his steps purposeful and wide, eager to return to the comfort of his nest where he could sleep off the strain and stress of the morning's events. There went his productive streak for the day.
