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Silverfury towered over Brindlepaw, but she did her best to look him in the eye. The silver-furred tom had always been hard to approach and especially seemed to care very little for her and her sister given that they were foundling kits, not Clan born. Still, there was only so much he could do and say to them since Wintrystar had declared them honorary purebloods, and Brindlepaw knew this.
"What do you want?"
Brindlepaw was at a loss of words for a second, she had still been marveling at his sheer intimidating factor, but swiftly regained her compose, "I finished my morning tasks already, Rosepaw as well. We are free to take Rottenpaw to the creek to wash up. If you'd allow it."
Silverfury was quiet for a few minutes, a thoughtful expression on his face, ".... Okay. But make sure that you teach him a lesson. If I am not satisfied with your work, then I will punish you and your sister in his place. Are you still certain you want to do it?"
"Rottenpaw!" Brindlepaw called out as she padded toward corner of camp usually reserved for the demon kits. She hadn't seen where he had scampered off to after the Clan meeting, but she figured he probably wouldn't be far from here, especially given that his vision would be impaired, "Do you see him anywhere, Rosie?"
Rottenpaw lifted his head at the sound of his name being called by... A girl? Who wasn't his mom? He felt a new kind of anxiety he'd never felt before, one that made his heart race, his breath felt short. What did she want from him? No one outside of his family ever even spoke to him outside of Howlingnight who technically was his family even if he didn't act like it.
He peered around from the back of a tree, spotting Brindlepaw. Her and her sister were new, they didn't seem well liked, but they weren't publicly treated mistreated or considered demons like him and his siblings were.
Wiping some snow over his gore covered face he tried to smooth out the bloody clumps wrapped up in his fur before making his way over to them, "Hi Brindlepaw and Rosepaw." He said cautiously realizing now that he'd never spoken to a girl before that wasn't family his entire life up until this moment.
"You poor thing..." Brindlepaw said the first thought that came to mind and she felt pressure behind her eyes. Always the empath, she just couldn't help but feed off his energy, and it made her feel rotten to the core to have stood by and watched all of these terrible things happen to him and his family for so long.
She never believed that they were demons, but she was afraid. Any cat who showed them kindness were swiftly punished and she wasn't strong enough to take it. Something about what Silverfury did during that last Clan meeting, though, it lit a fire beneath her paws. That was too far, too cruel. No one deserved that kind of treatment.
She cleared her throat and tried to sound stern, "Silverfury is having us clean you up at the creek. Please come quietly and be quick about it!" Brindlepaw was trying to sound tough given all of the prying ears... but usually cats who meant to abuse the demons didn't say 'please' first.
"Silverfury?" He asked in disbelief. His parents always made sure to punish him themselves, they never asked apprentices to do the job for them before. He looked hesitant, but there wasn't really any other choice, but to follow. He kept his mouth shut and quickly moved after Brindlepaw. He felt a lot calmer about his punishment, the taste of reality he faced at the exorcism put everything into perspective. This whole time he thought Wintrystar was wrong, that he wasn't a demon, that there was nothing wrong him, but that wasn't true. The gods he was brought up to worship made an example out of his mother. That she had a corrupted soul that was purified only by being erased. It meant that he really was a rotten soul, that if he didn't start following orders they would purify him too. Whatever they did to him he would take it so long as he never had to go through an exorcism like his mother did. His heart felt tight at the thought. I don't want to be erased.
Rosepaw smirked slightly as the young apprentice followed after her sister "Now, now, you look so nervous that you might just jump out of your skin and that just won't do. When my beautiful sister asks you to come along you should feel honored and thankful" the stunning she-cat moved forward until her fur nearly brushed his, a sweet smile on her face "Go on now, show my sister the respect that she deserves when she has so kindly offered to clean you up" taking a paw, she placed it on the back of his head and shoved it down hard so that his lips would meet her feet. It was more humiliating than painful.
She wasn't normally this outright aggressive, but Silverfury had made it clear. If they didn't do a good job than they would be punished instead and she couldn't bare to see Brindlepaw end up like those demons apprentices. Brindlepaw wouldn't have the heart to be so rough, so it left it up to her to make sure that it wasn't them instead and this was a good place to start. A public display of humiliation so that the others wouldn't question their intent, and even though she wouldn't admit it... it felt kind of nice to be the one in charge for a change.
He stopped short of following Brindlepaw when Rosepaw addressed him. He winced when he saw her move closer, but there was no worse feeling than her claws moving to the back of his head. It wasn't a helpless feeling so much as a loss in pride knowing he had to let her do whatever she wanted with him rather than resisting. His head was forced into a bow at her paws, his entire face flushed with embarrassment. His face stayed planted at her paws before realizing what she wanted him to do. "I'm so grateful for you both to grant me your time for my misdeeds," He groveled, biting the inside of his lip as he paused. He couldn't look up to see if everyone or no one was watching. He briefly wondered what his only friend Huntleigh would think of him, bowed down, groveling to two apprentices. The thought only filled him with more shame.
"I'm honored that you will take me to the river, thank-you for rightfully correcting me. I'll make sure to never forget it."
Brindlepaw could tell that what Rottenpaw was saying was fake but she also knew that it didn't come from a bad place. It was a survival mechanism. All cats had one. It made you say and do things to stay safe even if it wasn't what you meant... which she hoped was the same source of Rosepaw's fire. At any rate, she didn't want to stand here and bicker, Silverfury would be expecting them too move swiftly. If he himself wasn't watching right now they surely he had eyes on them.
"Let's... let's hurry. If we wait too long the sun will be swallowed by the mountain and it'll be even colder," She said, giving Rosepaw a sharp look before padding on ahead of the two of them.
When the apprentices arrived at the river, the sun was still peaking over the summits, but it didn't feel like it was warming them up much at all. The banks were already partially frozen over and the water was an icy arctic blue. Brindlepaw and her sister had been found at the base of this river many moons ago and even in summertime it had been frigid. She couldn't imagine jumping into it now.
Glancing back at Rottenpaw, while the worst of the mess was on his face, his whole body could use a wash. He'd been neglected his entire life, after all. Brindlepaw took a deep breath.
"Let's play a game!" She declared out of nowhere, fluffing up her beautiful grey-and-ginger brindled coat, "I've heard some of the older apprentices talking about it before, it's a right of passage some cats do just before they become Warriors: The Polar Bear Plunge!"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Dec 12, 2020 16:31:26 GMT -5
Rosepaw sat down watching her sister and the other apprentice carefully, her tail wrapping tightly around her paws. The water would be freezing by now, and there was no way that she or her sister would be jumping into its depths. It was dangerous, and the memories of the freezing cold water filling her lungs still haunted her nightmares "Brindlepaw, did you forget why were are her?" she questioning motioning at the mess of an apprentice
"It is him that needs to be cleaned, you are not jumping in that water sister"
Rottenpaw was shivering just staring at the cold water, but he couldn't be more eager to wash the blood off from his face. He couldn't even reach up and touch his face at the thought of feeling his mothers blood again. He looked between Brindlepaw and Rosepaw feeling a growing sense of helplessness. If it were Silverfury dunking him under it would be business as usual. But seeing Brindlepaw and Rosepaw, two cats around the same age as him treating him as a lowly demon it reminded him of the life he wished he had. Where he could just be a cat like them. Still he didn't want to be dunked under the water by them and he was certain they didn't want to touch their paws in the freezing waters either so instead he leaned over quickly dipping his face in the water before rubbing at his face quickly to warm it up as well as splash the blood off. He did this three times before looking back at them. "Am I clean enough?"
If there was anyone he would listen to it was Rosepaw. He could respect someone who was only trying to look out for their sibling. He'd rather be miserable than have the two sisters get in trouble.
