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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 17, 2018 0:03:00 GMT -5
Long before the sun began it's climb into the sky Petalskip left her nest and the camp, padding through her territory without any real sense of purpose. She never could seem to sleep well in her nest, so close to her clanmates, so Petalskip often took to sneaking out and sleeping somewhere off by herself. Tonight proved no different, a nightmare had woken her and she'd immediately felt unsafe so close to these cats.
Since she was two moons old she'd been in BrookClan and, for a long time, Petalskip expected to settle in. To find her place, her home. But that had never happened. Now as a BrookClan viony she somehow felt even more apart. Petalskip didn't trust her own clan and that meant she could only sleep in the hollowed out inside of a tree deep in the territory.
"Penny for your thoughts?" asked a creature who Petalskip had been just unfortunate enough to brush by in her walking through the territory. "You look troubled."
It was not uncommon for the owner of the voice to be out at this part of the night. She had convinced herself from day one that it was just part of the job description. Take one lap through the territory before you went to sleep at night. Take more laps on the nights that you can't sleep. This particular one happened to be of the latter category; sleep had been more and more hard for the feline to attain in the recent weeks. Although her nightmares were slowly starting to dwindle, she still found herself awake more often than not. Perhaps that was unsurprising to some. After all, she was running the show once again on her own. Kerrigan had a tendency to scare off boyars. Fortunately for her brother, he had made it out of the position alive. Still, not having the support of a second-in-command meant that she did it all on her own. There was too much to do for the Tsar to sleep.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 19, 2018 0:32:30 GMT -5
Petalskip was perhaps the most unobservant cat in the clan, if her complete oversight of her leader meant anything. When she heard Kerrigan's voice she about jumped out her fur, pausing the address her leader with a guilty expression; there was no way on earth she'd ever lie to the Tsar so she let the words flow, "I felt unsafe among the other's, I woke up from a nightmare and it was like I was being smothered, like they had me trapped there. Not in a claustrophobic way, but in the way I imagine a prisoner feels. I don't think I've ever felt quite like that before."
There was something slight comforting about admitting that out loud, even if Kerrigan were not the ideal confidant to Petalskip. There had always been something eerie and untouchable about Kerrigan to her, just like any cat in a position above her seemed. Almost like they were more than her, not in importance but in substance, like they were made of better and stronger things than she. The thought, unwelcome in the dark, made her feel incredibly small as she looked at the other cat.
The she-cat nodded twice, her head tipped to the side. "Hmm." The noise wasn't really a noise of affirmation or otherwise, just a soft noise that exited her body as she considered what she had to say. There was a part of her that wanted to send Petalskip to Springlockedgrave. Although the Vrachii wasn't the most... reliable cat in a lot of ways, she had a specialty in psychology, and she was half-sure that she could provide something intelligent into the conversation. However, she decided against that. That seemed to be an overly clinical way to deal with the situation, and although there was a part of Kerrigan's nature that was clinical and cold, there was no reason to treat a comrade that way. After all, she had to stay on these cats good sides.
"Nightmares are hard. I still have them most nights after the flood," she meowed with a flick of her tail. This was the first time she had really admitted that to anyone, and, just as Petalskip found freedom in it, it was almost as if just saying the words lifted a similar weight. "They have roots in something, though, as Springlockedgrave once told me." The Vrachii hadn't, because Kerrigan had never admitted it. "Deep, internal struggles often present themselves in these ways." There was a soothingness to her voice, which was a strange tone for the Tsar to take compared to her normal one.
She then blinked her eyes. "Do you know why you worry about your safety? There are things that I can do if it has roots in anything. Even if you just don't know that you fit in well, I have tools at my disposal that, if nothing else, could get you into a less crowded den." She wouldn't promote this cat to royalty simply because she didn't like to sleep in the normal viony den, but she could figure something out.
