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It had been a while since Frostkit had been brought to SunClan alongside her sister Snowkit and while the two of them had been accepted with open arms, their mother was still treated as an outsider, someone who couldn't be trusted just because she didn't share SunClan blood. It had always confused Frostkit since her mother always seemed to act so loyal to SunClan and encouraged her daughters to do the same. This was what had been on her mind right before she went to sleep and even now as she wondered the dark and eerie forest her dreams had taken her to. She wasn't quite sure where she was and while most kits would be terrified, Frostkit wasn't. She had wandered this forest in her dreams before without meeting anyone in particular. She knew there were others here as she had picked up on their scents, but up until now, no one had ever stopped to speak to her.
His soul was cursed to never feel the warmth of the sun again, and to wander these moonmist forests alone for the rest of eternity. Maybe it was what he deserved, but he had always been a naive cat, and he had assumed that he would go to StarClan when it was all over. It had not been Wormwood that had done those deeds, but the crippling voice in his head, the silken whisper of this place that had eaten away at his self-control until he was little more than an empty husk...
... but no. He had done those deeds, even if he had been coerced, and he had to pay for his sins. That was what they told him, what the voice had taunted when it finally left him, but he refused to believe it. For the few few days he had walked this plane alone, frustrated, haunted, seeking escape; every once and a while he would pass the tom had used to haunt his mind, and that chilling voice would turn his will to dust once more and another surge of insanity would strike. That was why one his rounded dark gray ears was shredded to pieces and half missing now - he'd finally attacked his demon, and it had beaten him.
His misery had turned to anger at the savage treatment he received, at the injustice, at the understanding his own family had turned him out. Instead of finding the peace he was cursed to lose, he had found that there had been the potential in him all that time to strike out and create his own path. Now, he would: now he would walk in search of his revenge.
The ghastly Soothsayer stalked through the dark, crowded paths, his ears pinned back and lips curled. As he came upon the tiny she-kit, he let out a low hiss, and muttered to himself under his breath. He may not have any other voices to entertain anymore, but he found talking to himself a hard habit to break. The corner of his mouth twitched as he stepped toward her, glaring down at the little scrap of a cat in his path.
At first Frostkit was unnerved by this strange cat. He was very big compared to her and very angry, but after a moment, her blue eyes flared. She was tired of others looking down on her and her family just because they were born somewhere else. "That's not very nice you know." She sat down, deciding to be stubborn. This wasn't the best idea in the world, but she was still too young to understand where she was or the significance of being here. Big blue eyes looked up at the strange tom. She was less angry now and more curious. He was the first one that had stopped to talk to her after all. "Who are you?"
Other cats might have killed her right then and there, or at least hit her for the insolence-- but he was not the typical cat to have ended up there. The rest wouldn't have even bothered to look at her. His head cocked and hawkish eyes narrowed, suspicious and confused; then his scruffy fur deflated some and he looked away. "Yeah, well," he muttered bitterly, "maybe I'm not nice." He cast her a sideways look at she sat down in front of him. How peculiar.
Those final moons everyone had looked at him with hatred and fear, and his strength had been fed by their loathing. That was gone now. Everyone here was a different kind of monster, one more suited to his crimes, and they sneered and knocked him around whenever they deigned to notice him. Talking with her was not going to help him fit in... but he would be here for lifetime upon lifetime, his legacy cemented in his former home, and he would have time to make a name for himself.
"I'm nobody," he grunted finally. "Just an old Soothsayer looking for some rest."
"Oh, you're somebody, alright." A voice chattered but a moment before a large, extraordinarily fluffy Siberian she-cat skipped forwards, brilliant green eyes shining out in the darkness. "He's just shy and doesn't like to talk about his accomplishments. His name's Wormwood, I'm Daeva. Him you've heard of, most likely, me, not so much, but that's okay! We're going to get to know each other very well." Though the she-cat was young, what the Soothsayer had done was still fresh in the minds of the SunClan cats, and it was already a part of the clan's history permanently. She was a footnote due to a stupid trial and an annoying deity, but whatever, she'd make up for it soon enough with this she-kit. After all, that was the whole reason Daeva had brought her here in the first place!
Wormwood? He was the one that had killed all those cats. Their current Soothsayer Promised was related to him. She'd heard cats whispering about him, but he was supposed to be dead. What was he doing here? She should be scared. She knew she should be scared at this point, but she honestly couldn't bring herself to be afraid of these two cats. "We are? Are you going to meet me when I come here now? I've been here a few times before, but no one would talk to me. I just wandered around until I woke up the other times."
His ears twitched back at the sound of Daeva's approach and he gritted his back teeth. "Crowbeak," he muttered under his breath. His tail swished at the little kit's words, and he was equally tempted to spoil the deceased she-cat's plan rather than go along with it. There were still shreds of humanity in him, the little scraps that insisted he do the right thing - but their resolve had been broken down enough he brushed the feelings aside without great. It was a little too late to begin listening to his conscience.
Still.. it was strange that the little cat seemed to recognize him, but did not recoil with fear. Didn't she know he had killed cats, maybe even some of her own family? After all he'd done, surely he deserved some respect.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 20:19:13 GMT -5
Daeva blew Wormwood a kiss in response before turning back to Frostkit. "Ah, my fault. Never exactly summoned a cat before, and comparatively to some I'm still quite new, so I don't know the ins and out of this place quite yet. It likes to trick you. But yes, we'll be meeting here from now on! You seem like a particularly capable cat, and I wanted to give you a head start on things, like training. It's quite refreshing to see a young face, you see." The last young faces she remembered were her kits, who had the unfortunate opportunity to witness her death. One of her kits had even died by the paws of the tom beside her. But, of course, she could kill Wormwood for that later.
"You are going to train me?" Excitement flashed in her pretty blue eyes. If she started training now, she could impress her mentor with how much she already knew once she was promoted to apprentice. She looked from Daeva to Wormwood. "Are you both going to be training me? I've never heard of someone having two mentors before."
"I don't know about that," Wormwood muttered, with a sideways glance at Daeva. He was out of his depth here, though he had a feeling whatever the she-cat's plan was, he wasn't going to like it.
"Is something wrong?" Even if she was young, she had picked up on the fact that Wormwood didn't seem to like Daeva. It was making her even more curious about this place and the cats that lived here honestly.
"Nothing is wrong. Of course we're going to train you." Her eyes slipped sideways to Wormwood as she spoke, emphasizing her words. "Wormwood just hasn't trained someone in a while so he's a bit nervous. He doesn't want to mess it up. But he won't, and soon, you'll be the best warrior in the forest, just you wait." Daeva giggled, flashing a grin that was somewhere between inviting and downright predatory. For a purebred former kittypet, she sure did fit in well.
"You mean it?" Now her curiosity was beginning to be replaced with excitement. If she trained her at night, she'd be better than the apprentices. Foxstar would have to promote her even if it meant leaving Snowkit behind.
