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She had once again lost her name, she preferred Glowromance, but knew SunClan would insist on calling Strikhedoniadalisay because it was what Foxstar called her. But she knew no one in SunClan liked her long name and would likely prefer to call her Glow or Glowromance than such a hard to pronounce name. Currently she was in a camp located away from SunClan, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to go to SunClan camp as she had before, but for the time being she wanted to look after her own warriors and apprentices. DayClan was innocent, most enjoyed the idea of being in SunClan and experiencing new cultures while the other half didn't like they had been taken over. If it wasn't for SunClan's culture of killing those who couldn't get a sunflower to burn from luck the DayClan leader may not have been concerned. Foxstar was her sister and although Darkcomplex and her were really mates he was a good friend and she liked the idea of raising kits with him. For now she'd remain neutral until Foxstar did something that would make her need to fight back.
Glowromance glanced around at the SunClan guards, she knew the blind sides enough unlike the rest of her clan mates and carefully slipped past. But there was one cat who knew her tricks that she knew would be a hassle and that was Twistedecho. Still Glowromance walked away from the camp site they were captive in, wandering deeper into SunClan territory.
It was still rare to find the ruddy-brown she-cat in a relaxed state, even as her fears slowly were overcome. She was more comfortable as a SunClan cat, but she couldn't shake the worries instilled by her mother. Most would likely find the Janus laying so easily, eyes almost shut, at the edge of the makeshift camp where the DayClan prisoners were being kept unusual. Maybe it was the scent of DayClan, a scent that long ago had been calming for her (not that any cat would make that connection, except for perhaps Glowromance herself), or maybe she was putting on a show for the prisoners captured by her own Clan. Maybe a show for her own Clanmates. Regardless of why she was acting so calmly, she was still on alert. Too many of these cats weren't happy being put through SunClan's initiation. She expected some cat to make a move to escape.
Honestly, she wasn't surprised when she noticed Glowromance near the edges of the camp. Her eyes opened halfway, the Janus still putting on an air of nonchalance up until the point where, in a moment of lapsed attention from the guards, the former DayClan leader disappeared. She waited a heartbeat before she lifted her head, another moment before she got to her paws. She considered alerting the camp's guards, but decided against it. Glowromance likely wouldn't do any real harm. Or maybe she would, all the more reason for the former surveillance team member to be the one to confront her. She spoke not a word to the guards, only offering a twitch of an ear to acknowledge them as she slipped out into the territory, circling the camp until she reached the point where Glowromance disappeared. There was a whiff of scent she thought was the former DayClan leader, a whiff she turned to follow. She took notes of signs, signs that a Clanmate that hardly knew Glowromance would likely overlook. Eventually, pace a steady trot against what she had guessed was the much more casual pace of the older she-cat, she saw a flicker of fur up ahead. 'There she is.'
Twistedecho considered using one of the she-cat's old names. She understood there was significance to the name, but did Foxstar have to chose something so impossible to pronounce? But it was the name given to her under the blessing of the Sun God, the name given to her by the High Priestess. And using that name could perhaps put some distance between her and the kit she used to be. "Strikhedoniadalisay," she called, tail raised and fur fluffed out just a bit so the scrawny she-cat looked at least a little bigger. "Shouldn't you be staying in the camp with the rest of the former DayClan cats?" She felt a slight twinge deep down at her words - of all places when she was younger, DayClan had always felt much closer to being home than the Clan she grew up fearing - but she pushed the feeling away. DayClan didn't exist anymore, and she had no reason to be upset about that. She no longer feared her Clanmates, no longer had reason to seek false safety with another Clan. At least, not as much or quite so obviously.
Glowromance turned around, she still looked like a kit to her. She had the same attitude that nothing in this world was going to convince her she couldn't do something. She was convinced she could be a surveillance team member as a kit and even now she was convinced that an assassin wouldn't kill her when she had nothing to lose. But she was right, she wouldn't kill her and she wasn't a threat enough to bring back up.
She gave her a sympathy smile, not particularly towards Twistedecho's actions, but that every SunClan cat was forced to call her such a long name, "I should, but I trust that they'll still be there when I get back. I know Foxstar's real motive is to act like your clan isn't all that bad and that's why we're being well fed, so more are tempted to join. Like it or not DayClan can't go home. DayClan's under so much snow at this point. Which means we're in this leafbare together and regardless of how nice SunClan's land is the fact remains that Spring and DayClan are well fed. Two clans, SunClan has to be starving. Our kits were separated and although I'm sure you all feed your queens first and our kits are well taken care of I'd like to feed the hunters who have gone out of their way to feed both clans. I can fish and take it back to SunClan. SunClan is my clan too after all."
Never before had she honestly said or shown any devotion to SunClan. She didn't wear any of their traditional paints, while DayClan prospered almost year round the only thing she gave them were apples. She refused to prey and when she received a mate from SunClan she at first denied his love. But now, despite the circumstances she still really wanted to serve SunClan. But perhaps it shouldn't be too surprising, Sun God did accept her and he wouldn't accept someone who wasn't true to SunClan.
“I think you should be more concerned on if you’re allowed to be out here than what’ll happen to your Clan,” she muttered, the tip of her tail giving a brief twitch as she barely held in the exasperated sigh that echoed through her head. She didn’t make a move to stop the older she-cat, though. Even if it was fish that she was promising to catch. They were never quite Twistedecho’s favorite prey, but who was she to complain about extra prey for her own Clan? If Glowromance was willing to spend energy and time to help feed her Clan’s captors then the Janus wasn’t going to stop her. She wasn’t about to leave the older she-cat to head off on her own, though. Foxstar might kill her regardless of what might happen if she found out she let Glowromance wander SunClan territory on her own.
“SunClan is plenty strong enough to feed itself three times over,” she said, a note of superiority in her tone. Only some of it was faked. She had so long strived to act like her Clanmates that the general sense of being better than everyone else had begun to infect the Janus. It was only after she had spoken that she realized how, no matter that it might be unlikely, her words could dissuade Glowromance form actually hunting. “I guess extra prey on the pile never hurt anyone, though,” she added a moment later, trying to sound dismissive. Maybe she was trying too hard to make SunClan seem strong while not making it appear too strong, but pretending to be like one of her Clan was a hard habit to break, even when the closest thing to a Clanmate around was Glowromance. Maybe there was some concern that another cat would overhear their conversation, but it was getting harder nowadays for Twistedecho to tell where the version of herself she presented to the Clan ended and where her true self began.
Glowromance's shoulders immediately sagged and her usual cheerful demeanor deflated into an annoyed expression at being lectured, "God, you're such a sheep, I remember when you used to be cool."
She stiffened at her own words, but she didn't regret them either, her voice softened a fraction, "Anyone can be powerful Twist, your clans not that special. But what fun is it to be powerful? You can be powerful, but if you're always bragging about it no one will be happy you have it. You'll have no friends, but you'll be surrounded by a community of people who pushed everyone away just like you. You'll teach your kits to do the same and you and them will die someday and go to a heaven where there's more people with your exact story. You want power to be special, but because everyone in SunClan has power no one is special. Only outsiders. You're a garden of roses surrounded by wild flowers. You'll never know true beauty, just bred perfection. You haven't betrayed me, just yourself."
Glowromance trudged through the snow, continuing her way to the river. Cults weren't scary because of the people who ruled it. They were scary the same ways zombies were. Anyone could become a brainless follower. Even Twistedecho was weak, bending to the fear that was as thick as fog in a place like this. This is what she hated, looking at Twistedecho, seeing the same person, but not the person she was. Like a demon possessing the cute free spirited kit she once knew. Someone she oculdn't save and this demon who didn't deserve to inhabit such a kind hearted soul was just flaunting her failure in front of her.
Her attention had drifted away from the other she-cat as she tried to paint her clan in a favorable light, but she gave Glowromance a sideways glance at the shift in her demeanor. Orange eyes flashed at her words, and almost without thinking she practically spat, “You mean when I was a traitor to my own clan?”
When she used to be cool? Her time as a surveillance team member could’ve gotten her killed. Nearly did. Only her pleading with Foxstar for a second chance spared her. Maybe she could’ve kept the team a secret, but for how long would that have worked? How long before Foxstar would’ve noticed her disappearing into the night to meetings? The fur around her shoulders bristled at the nickname Glowromance offered, unable to help a softly mumbled, “It’s Twistedecho.” She didn’t need nicknames from a cat like her, didn’t need the easy familiarity she expected Glowromance would prefer. Her voice rose as the former leader went on, just quiet enough to not drown her out. “We are special by virtue of the Sun’s favor, something no other Clan can claim they have,” she retorted, the tip of her tail twitching in agitation. They were another cat’s words that came automatically, defending the inherent power that her Clan had been taught they had. They were words she was inclined to believe, however, especially regarding herself. The Sun had visited her, had encouraged her even though he knew of her betrayal. She was chosen by a God, chosen for a reason, and even when she was in a position to reveal all of her Clan’s secrets that God stayed on her side. She was special.
For a moment, she considered remaining silent for the rest of this hunt, not wanting to give Glowromance the satisfaction of conversation. Silence was much better than talk that made her think far too much about her past. It only lasted a moment, though, before Glowromance’s last words shoved away the thought. A strained laugh practically tore from the she-cat’s throat, a laugh that she swallowed quickly. “Betrayed? How would I have betrayed you? Or myself?” The last question was added almost like an afterthought, some of the bitterness that had suddenly entered her voice fading a little with those two words.
"Yes!" Glowromance practically cried out back at her, "You don't think I didn't? I betrayed my first clan and so what if you're the only clan to have Sun God? Renegade Regime's the only one to have the Blind Protector. DayClan is the only clan that grows carnations. Having something special doesn't make you special. Become special because you're different, not because someone else makes you different. I would have given you the world, I would have taken you in, I would have raised you. I loved you. And you can look at me with her eyes and I still see that cute walk you had, but you're not her. You've torn apart everything that made you different, that made you special. Now you allow the presence of a God to dictate how worthy you are, you allow your clan to decide what makes you and everyone else unique. There's nothing left of you, I just see fragments and it's my fault. I should have held you close the day you came to me and I'll always regret that. Mourning someone who's still alive, it's the worse feeling you can imagine..."
She didn’t realize she was fraying until she began to unravel, in an almost motherly way she added, "But I'll still get you and your friends some lunch."
Most cats might’ve flinched from the one word outburst from Glowromance. The older she-cat was intimidating, and suddenly being almost shouted at was a sure way to get a reaction like that. The only thing that moved on Twistedecho was her ears, though, slicking back flat against her head. There was a moment of blended confusion and curiosity in her expression as she admitted to betraying her first Clan, but quickly it turned to a slowly rising frustration. So what if the tunnel cats had some blind deity or DayClan had some flowers? SunClan had a God. He was better than anything any other Clan or group could have. He believed in her. Then Glowromance went on, and Twistedecho’s gaze darkened. She stopped walking, anger bubbling up under the surface. Did this DayClan cat really think she believed any of this thistle fluff?
She held her tongue until Glowromance finished this time, but her motherly-like comment had barely slipped from her mouth before the Janus was moving again. She didn't care about 'lunch'. Glowromance needed to understand how wrong she was. She bounded to move ahead of the older she-cat, coming to a stop again when she got ahead and whirling around until her nose was hardly a mouse-tail away from Glowromance’s. Her eyes were bright with anger and, deep beneath it, hurt as she spoke up. “You loved me?” she spat, tail lashing. “You abandoned me! You left me, helpless and alone, in a Clan that would kill me for what I had done.” She fell silent for a moment, throat tightening as she blurted out resentments that had stewed for moons. “You tried to disband the team, the only place where I felt safe, and couldn’t do anything as a monster took it instead. And now it’s gone. I have nowhere to go and can only hope no cat ever finds out what I did or I’ll be killed.”
Eventually she began to bury down the more obvious signs of her anger, forcing her fur to lie flat and her claws to return to their sheathes. She tried to make her voice turn cold as she said, “Yes, I’m not the same Twistedkit that foolishly thought that other Clans could be trusted any more than her own. I had to change in order to survive. What made me 'special' then only would make me dead now.” She started to turn to move on, the tip of her tail still moving back and forth in agitation. She glanced back at Glowromance, just long enough to growl out, “At least the Sun God didn’t leave me to die. He believes in me. The new me.” Then, with a snort, she turned her gaze away from Glowromance. She was ready to move on, hopefully quietly. She didn't want this discussion to continue, in part because it was far to dangerous a conversation to be overheard. In part because of the hurt that now tore through her heart, as fresh as it had been seasons ago.
Her gaze had remained locked onto Twistedecho, but slowly it weakened, shattered. Shame was a rare thing for a soulless thing like her. Buts he knew she saw Twistedecho as a soldier first, then a kit. She wasn't the only one, but she was the only one who had repercussions. Her enemies wanted to destroy her and by extension Twistedecho was caught up into it too. She stopped walking, no matter how much she felt towards Twistedecho, there was only one thing that really needed to be said, "I know I wronged you, I never stopped hating myself for it. Never... I'm so sorry and I know it's too little, too late. You're right to hate me and if you still feel raw and hate inside you strike me down. I'll tell Foxstar I lunged at you, it's not that unbelievable. I won't talk to you again if you don't want me to and I'm sorry for talking badly about something you care so much about. I don't dislike or not believe in the Sun God, he came to see me when I was trapped in SunClan camp all those moons ago. I actually really like him."
Glowromance didn't meet Twistedecho's eyes, but there was an absolute sincerity to her voice. Emotion so powerful it came out like a song, each word a different verse with more heart and passion as it rose before her words ended in a whisper like the ending of a soft song. Her gaze still pinned on the ground allowing Twistedecho to decide what she wanted because she was right. She was a bad person, she always knew it, but she also realized that Twistedecho had the right to talk to her however she wanted. She wronged her, not the other way around.
She thought there would be some sort of satisfaction to letting out anger as old as this. She wanted to be pleased with the reaction she got, with the shame she caused in the older she-cat. All she felt was the same anger, the same pain. She gave a scoff, muttering, “Of course it’s too late.” From the moment Glowromance first tried to disband the team it was too late. She had looked up to the DayClan leader. She had thought of her almost as another mother figure, a better one than the paranoid she-cat that birthed her. The one whose influence still left deep scars in her daughter. Losing her had hurt so much more than losing her actual mother. She lifted up one paw, wanting Glowromance to see her unsheathed claws as she considered taking her up on her offer. She felt a flash of bitterness when she admitted the Sun had visited her before. How dare he speak with this cat. She was special. Glowromance was a betrayer.
She let a few moments of silence stretch between the two of them. Should she attack her? Should she demand they never speak to each other again? She thought over how to react to the ex-leader’s words before she whirled around suddenly, claws aimed for Glowromance’s cheek. She didn’t move to make any further attack, though. Not even physically hurting her eased the whirlwind inside her. She glared at the other she-cat for a moment, orange eyes narrowed, before once again she whirled around. “You still need to hunt like you said you would,” she half growled, as though that were why she didn’t lash out any more. She couldn’t bring herself to demand silence, though. A tiny, tiny part of her longed to rekindle the familiarity she had denied the other before, a tiny part only just strong enough to hold her tongue. It didn’t want to cut her out of her life. Not now.
She glanced back, tilting her head for Glowromance to take the lead again. She still needed to do her self-assigned job of keeping an eye on the former leader, even though she almost wished she would make an attempt to escape. Either she would get a punishment she deserved or she would get away so she didn’t have to deal with her. Sounded like a win-win to the anger still burning away. But she knew she would risk punishment herself if she successfully escaped, so she had to keep an eye on her.
Her eyes reflected Twistedecho's claws solemnly. She didn't flinch, move, think. The probability of where Twistedecho was aiming, the sheer force, it wasn't like she accepted it was happening to her, but rather it was apart of life. The same way a cat doesn't prepare to be soaked by rain, but continues on as if it didn't matter because it didn't matter. No matter how badly she was wounded hardly held any significance to a cat who thirst for pain from others and herself. Break the bones, take the blood, but spare the heart. Twistedecho did neither. She broke everything Glowromance loved about her and apart of Glow's world felt shattered with it. There were things that Twistedecho already broke, things she'd never get back. She'd never see that admiring look in her eyes, not towards her. She lost Twistedecho's smile, how long had it been since she'd seen that big toothy grin or maybe it was different now. There were things about a person that's cared about that makes someone want to share every moment with. Sharing a moment of being beaten, what an honor. But she wasn't worth that.
Her head lowered at Twistedecho's words, they sounded about right for a SunClan cat, but so wrong coming from her lips. If she didn't want to be disappointed she should have tried harder to save her. Glowromance nodded, "Yeah, sure Twistedecho," her voice rang with a false positivity as she silently lead the rest of the way to the river.
When she put her paw in the water she caught a nice sized trout almost instantly. There were plenty more trout in the water for her to catch, but rather than continue to fish she was licking at her paw, "That waters freezing."
She hated the lack of a response. She had half hoped Glowromance hadn't actually meant for her to attack her and that she could've let out her anger in a legitimate fight. She didn't like the apparent apathy she was given instead. It made her feel cruel for attacking a cat that wouldn't fight back. She didn't show her discomfort on the outside, though. She was cruel, turned that way by her position and circumstance. She had killed cats before, tortured and experimented as per Foxstar's instruction. Her paws and soul were already stained, and there was no way out for her, especially now. She was trapped here, death waiting in every direction, held back by only one small misstep not yet taken. Maybe things could've turned out better if she had been taken in by Glowromance. But that was a 'what if' she could never find the answer to. As laid out by the code, escaping to DayClan was one of those steps that would call for a hunt for her death. It wouldn't be long after she left before her blood was spilled by Foxstar or one of her fellow Janus. She had already admitted to skirting the code once before, and she knew the High Priestess would never even consider letting it happen a second time.
She could just pick up the signs of how much she had hurt Glowromance. The numbness she displayed at being attacked, the feigned positivity that had slipped from Twistedecho's own mouth for moons to hide her fear. She told herself the former leader deserved it, to feel the sort of pain she had felt when she was abandoned. The thoughts felt somewhat hollow as they echoed in her mind.
Twistedecho sat a tail-length or so back away from Glowromance as the other she-cat fished, ears perked up for the sound of anything approaching while orange eyes remained trained on her back. She gave a low sigh at Glowromance's comment, replying, "Water usually is during leaf-bare." Her attention shifted towards first the fish she had caught and then towards the river as she added, "You're the one who wants to fish in the coldest season." Her voice remained mostly monotone as she spoke now, not wanting any of what she was feeling slipping out any more than it had already. She didn't want to risk any more apologies from Glowromance, or an attempt to mend any remaining scraps of a relationship through a crack in her emotional armor. Better to betray nothing.
"I have to, you're hunting for two clans. You only have your own territory, DayClan's prey is next to nothing so I doubt you're getting anything from there. The only source of prey that hasn't been explored are the fish and I'm quite literally the only cat permitted to leave camp and am capable of fishing. I just need to make sure my paw doesn't get numb or else I can't fish accurately," Glowromance said.
She reproached the water, her shadow didn't hit the water so the fish remained still. Gently and slowly she merged her paw through the water, the fish darting in panic, but settling after a few moments as Glowromance quick as the wind launched the fish out of the water. Her paw was ice cold, the pink hue at the bottom of her pads was incredibly light. That was the problem with fishing, she needed to leave her paw in the Water. She could quickly catch a fish out of the water, but it would scare the rest away. She once again rapidly licked at her paw. She had frostbite before from WinterClan's prison and it wasn't pretty. If Foxstar decided not to be nice she could literally lose a paw if she didn't get treatment after all was said and done.
"I had a litter of kits with Darkcomplex. Angel, Serene, Arcane, Cinnamon, Shadow, and Ethereal. I know a lot of kits and it doesn't show, I'm not able to have kits so it was a miracle they were born alright. But I also didn't have any milk to give them. I know Dark wouldn't let them not get fed, but I want to make sure he does and his friends and his family. So freezing my paw off has to bee an option for all he's been forced to go through thanks to Foxystar," Glowromance said.
Another trout was taken out of the water and placed to the side. Three was good, five would be better, but her paw was shaking.
