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Rustyheart wasn't allowed to leave the medicine den. According to Riverwolf, the reason was 'mandatory medical leave', so that she didn't pass out again. She was occasionally allowed visitors, and was given plenty of prey and water. Some might consider it a win, given that she'd refused anything until her brother Wyverndelirium had visited the day before. The visit hadn't made her any happier, in fact, she was furious with her brother, beyond angry to a point she doubted she could ever see him the same way again. It had strengthened her resolve however.
She'd leave, and she'd find Chimerahunt. He was the rightful leader if Violetstar wouldn't, and couldn't, stand up, and she knew he was out there, that he hadn't abandoned WaterClan. But until then, she'd bide her time and wait. Maybe the clan didn't believe in him, but she did, and that would have to be enough.
The soft, familiar voice Rustyheart had known her entire life was accompanied by a shadow that loomed sadly into the Medicine Cat Den. Standing idly at the entrance was a she-cat who was as black as her shadow, waiting with a bundle of wet moss at her paws. The past few days had been a complete whirlwind for Tinybreath, now left uncertain of what each new day would bring. What she did know, however, was that there was something terribly wrong with the recent events that had transpired. None of it sat right with the warrior, and instead of joy, she now felt a strong, pooling anxiety that twisted her stomach into knots anytime her nieces or nephew mentioned their upcoming apprentice ceremony. She couldn't explain why, but somewhere deep inside she was certain that she could not let Swangrace's precious kits train under Riverwolf.
But what could she possibly do now? The clan had made up their mind. All that was left for her was taking care of her family, as she always had.
"I...brought you some wet moss. I'm sure you'd like a good wash after being stuck in here for days on end. You always did when we were kits."
Her ears pricked at the sound of her sister, a voice she couldn't ever dream to forget, no matter how much she tried. Not that she ever tried very hard at all. Even now, she couldn't bring herself to despise her sibling's presence, especially not after the events of Riverwolf's ascension. With a soft sigh, she raised her head, expression irritated, though not at the ebony feline before her. "Anything is better than sitting around here with everyone treating me like I'm going to break." It was her childhood all over again, imprisoned in a medicine den, with no one willing to let her show her strength. Of course, this time that was more due to Riverwolf's order, than necessity.
"A sentiment I know all too well," Tinybreath replied evenly, with a huff of amusement as she padded inside the den to stand in front of her sister. Tiny droplets of water fell from the moss squished between her jaws, hitting the cold earth floor as they dripped, though one stray drop landed on Rustyheart's nose. Leaning forward, the she-cat's mouth pressed down hard on the moss, sending a small cascade of water falling onto her sister's head, and running down her tabby back. "There, that should feel better, yeah? I guess I picked up a thing or two from being a Nursery Queen these past few moons." She smiled softly, hoping that her attempts at humor would help dissolve the bitter tension in the air. Though she supposed she knew better than that; the two of them really weren't so different, even after so much time spent apart.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 18, 2019 12:46:49 GMT -5
For a moment at least, all the chaos of what was going on in WaterClan was washed away as the water poured over her head and down her spine. "You know, you really need to get out sometime." She suggested, playfully picking out a piece of the wet moss and tossing it at her sibling. It was innocent enough at first, but as the damp she-cat looked up, there was something more urgent in her gaze. Tinybreath had voted for Riverstar, Rustyheart knew it because she wasn't imprisoned. And she knew her sister well enough that she didn't really think the feline was convinced by his act. "How about today?"
(I was thinking this could be the escape thread? Since we already have it going on. cx)
Juniperpaw has always been smaller than the other apprentices her age, but with imprisonment her size was like nothing she’d ever been before. Her ribs were visible and her general lankiness almost made her look as if she had shrunken. Large golden eyes were sunken in and her russian blue coat seemed much more pale these days. She definitely was not the beautiful sight she usually was.
“We have almost no herbs left. Those damn rogues and pathetic excuses for warriors we have don’t know a thing about medicine and won’t even escort me to restock.” Her words packed a punch like they never had before, this being the first time she’s ever even come close to cursing. She narrowed her eyes and lashed her tail about. “We need to leave. Now. I’m not dying here among these...... nonbelievers.”
Tinybreath frowned as she set down her moss, resting it between her front paws; one black and one white. Her feet were as polarizing as her own emotions were lately. On one paw, she understood perfectly well where her sister and Juniperpaw were coming from. The young she-cat didn't trust Riverwolf either. After what he pulled to get in power and the subsequent actions following it, she had good reason to be wary of his motives. No one deserved what their new leader was putting cats through, and from the way the clan was acting scared of their own tails lately, it was only going to get worse.
But on the other paw...
Ears falling sadly, she shook her head. "I can't...I won't leave the kits, Rustyheart." That was the real reason she had voted for Riverwolf to begin with, as soon as she realized the punishment for voting against him. Swangrace's kits were too important to her; as much as her head screamed at her to run or rebel, she couldn't. Not while Waterclan's 'leader' had the opportunity to manipulate or punish them to get back at her. And there was no way to take them with them, either. Not if they were planning to sneak out.
(Apparently, Cleav's already made an escape thread for us, so maybe this is several days before, and they fail to convince Tiny but plant the idea in her head?)
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 18, 2019 21:41:42 GMT -5
( Sounds good to me! )
"How long before they're dead?" Rustyheart suggested bluntly. "Do you really think Riverwolf will spare them, just because you voted for him? I get to sit here all day, seeing kits promoted too young, or made to patrol before their time. What makes you think Wyverndelirium will be able to convince him to leave Swangrace's kits alone?" It was dangerous for Tinybreath to leave, yes. But inaction, especially in this time, was far more dangerous than the risks of them leaving. At least, that was what the orange warrior believed. She loved her nieces and nephews, of course. Not that she'd ever interacted with them much, but even so. She didn't want them hurt either. There was just... no way to avoid the risk.
