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We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Dec 13, 2020 13:41:16 GMT -5
Mangledpaw squeezed his eyes shut, doing everything he could to drown out the screaming match between the sovereign and his parents. All three of them. There was no way that this was happening. It had to be a dream. His claws slid in and out of their sheaths, creating scores in the ground as he started to hunch over. This wasn't happening. He adored Snakefang, he looked up to him. Mangledpaw wanted to be like him and he had always appreciated the way the Winterclan warrior supported them however he could. Dottymask... she claimed to love them but... did she? Were those punishments done out of love? Or because of what he and his siblings were? She didn't bat an eye at whenever they were hurt... never comforted them... she even made them servants to her kits. Is that what you did to someone you loved?
"...I don't understand" Mangledpaw said with a shake of his head. The black-furred tom looked back up, glancing between the cats before him before his eyes finally rested on Snakefang. "You mean... this whole time you could have claimed us as your own... you could have saved Blazingbluejay, saved us?" His voice had started to rise, and he had been unaware of the fact that he had started stepping closer to his father. "You saw what they were doing to us...! You knew how they were treating us...! Look at Dirtypaw for gods' sakes! And Maggotpaw! They took his eye, and for what?! You could have prevented that! And you." Mangledpaw said, turning on Dottymask. His yellow eyes narrowed as his anger finally manifested.
"You tried your best?" He hissed. "Is trying your best giving us the scraps that you and Silverfury never finished? Letting the rest of the clan harass and abuse us? Then blaming it on us because we're demons? That was trying your best? Making us servants to Witheringkit, and the rest of them? That's what a mother does?! Explain to me mother, how that's trying your best!"
Dottymask's face practically ceased up in a disgusted look, looking from Mangledpaw to Maggotpaw, then to the rest of her kits. The wrinkled snarl across her lips slowly smoothed over into a neutral expression, "Fine. Since you all think I'm so cruel go ahead and see how much better your lives are with Snaketraitor and Demonbluejay. You think it's so easy to raise a litter of demons, prove me wrong! See what happens when you teach them self respect in a clan that will let them know nothing, but humiliation and shame. Feed them more than a few scraps and see if you can get away with it without a knight threatening to make you prisoner. And then who will guard over the demon litter then?"
Dottymask paced forward, closer to her kits than they'd ever feel comfortable with. A closeness that always meant seconds away from a beating, "You think your real mummy and daddy can save you? GO WITH THEM! I won't say I told you so when you all come crying back to ME!" She screamed, her voice raw and dried out from the held back sobs.
Turning to Dirtypaw she pulled herself together, "You need to go live with them for a while before deciding if you really choose me, Dirtypaw. No arguing about it."
"Why is she always covered in dirt if we're surrounded by snow, shouldn't that just rub off easy if she rolls around in it enough times?" Blazingbluejay asked.
"BECAUSE SHE'S DIRTYPAW YOU INSENSITIVE COW!" Dottymask screamed at Blazingbluejay before sobbing hysterically.
"Was your clan always this weird and you just kept it from me so I wouldn't think twice about being your mate?" Blazingbluejay whispered to Snakefang before looking to the rest of her kits. "Come over, it's okay now," She said to the ten of them gently.
Rottenpaw had spent everyday of his life trembling before his step father, certain it would be the only dad he'd ever know. He had claw marks all over the back of his head, along both his sides, bite wounds along his tail. All he knew his entire life was that deserving of it or not his purpose in the clan was to be beaten and serve. He didn't feel a luxury to lash out at Blazingbluejay or Snakefang, but to rather bow at anyone's paws who were willing to give him even the slightest bit of mercy. So instead he found himself immediately running up to Snakefang nuzzling into his chest fur, an embrace he needed for his entire existence.
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 13, 2020 17:50:21 GMT -5
Dirtypaw looked absolutely horrified, not only at her mother's command but Blazingbluejay's question. She looked like she wanted to argue, eyes watering as she gazed at Dottymask before her gaze fell obediently to the ground "Yes mommy... I love you" but she made no move to get any closer the she-cat and Snakefang looking anywhere but them. Her head hunched, bent over to where her nose almost touched the floor in defeat. She wanted to bad to follow after Dottymask, to run after her and join her in the nursery like they used to. To have her mother carefully clean the dirt from her pelt like they used to do every night.
Snakefang's eyes widened as he heard Mangledpaw rip into him. Turning to face his son, he opened his mouth to explain why he did what he did, but closed it again. He could have tried giving a reason as to why he didn't intervene sooner but it would have come out as lame excuses for his inaction. "It's hard to explain, Mangledpaw" he said lowly, defeated. Truth be told, he only wanted what was best for them but as little as he got to see the litter, there was only so much he could do. He could understand their frustration and animosity towards them. It was something he and Blazingbluejay would have to work through over time.
There was a glimpse of light that not everything was lost when Rottenpaw embraced him. It felt good as a parent to finally experience that. But that feeling was only for a brief moment. "Bluej- er, Blazingbluejay, what do you want to do about the children who are...skeptical?" he asked.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 14:42:19 GMT -5
Maggotpaw's paw went to his empty eye socket again. Somewhere, somehow, he could almost still feel that rock digging into the sensitive flesh of the socket. He wanted to just forget that pain, the discomfort. The moment of being pushed into the snow and his claws digging into Dottymask's as Silverfury's own ripped the eyeball out. It could have been saved, they could have been saved. All the logistics and hesitance would make sense later, but for now Maggotpaw was stuck in the idea it could have all been prevented. If Snakefang was brave enough.
He had made his bed, was gonna follow Blazingbluejay regardless of what got in his way. But now she knew. There was no heroic story. No glorious battle. It was the price he paid, they paid even.
"We're going to make our own home, away from camp and it'll be our own safe place where we take care of each other. Where no one can ever find us because it'll be made of snow with a secret entrance. Where we'll always be warm because we have each other, it'll be our demon den," Blazingbluejay said touching noses with Snakefang. She didn't like the idea of further outcasting themselves, but seeing how hostile Dottymask, a knight was, how no one was spared from Wintrystar's wrath, not even Snakefang. No amount of showing how good they were was going to change their situation, it was best to keep themselves safe. "So let's go home." She said to her kits, waving her tail for them to follow.
- 10 Days Later -
In the hill moorlands of WinterClan where the blizzards ravaged was a den made of ice and snow, tunneling into the hill side. The burrow entrance is located in a garden of stones, away from the blizzard torn land, where only the family knows of the right stone to move to enter the secret burrow. Under the earth the demon den offered more warmth, but the darkness inside always felt unkind, too haunting of a feeling to be like a true home.
This particular night Howlingnight had taken Snakefang, Blazingbluejay, and a few other warriors out on a patrol leaving the apprentices to return to their new home on their own.
Rottenpaw walked through the dark woodlands, the wind blowing in scattered blasts around him and his siblings and they walked back to their secret home. They were still forced to work long hours, but thanks to their parents there were more breaks and snacks. To his surprise Dottymask didn't try to reprimand them once despite still having the power to. At first he didn't believe it, but since it was over a week he was beginning to accept this as his new reality. He froze when he approached the rocky gardens only to find multiple figures standing over the rocks. What did they want? "Hey stop," He whispered back to his siblings, pointing out the dark figures he couldn't quite make out up ahead. It was too late to hide though, the land was too out in the open, the figures could see them as clearly as they could.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 17, 2020 18:20:47 GMT -5
The questions would wait, and Maggotpaw appreciated that for now. Jumping up, he followed after Blazingbluejay without hesitance.
~time skip~
But living in the moors was different than he expected. He was away, finally, from his oppressors. But he was stuck in the dark, and no matter how warm it was, there was no light. They had always been careful, looking over their shoulders to make sure they weren't followed. It wasn't his strong suit, so Maggotpaw tended towards the left side of the group, his one eye working overtime to keep a lookout. So much so he missed the group of silhouettes on the rocks, only stopping when he accidentally brushed against Rottenpaw. The white apprentice dropped into a crouch on instinct, trying to count how many there were. But the bare branches of the trees behind them made counting them impossible. There could have been as few as 1, but as many as 15. He couldn't tell. "Who are they?" Maggotpaw whispered to himself, muscles bunching up as he mentally prepared to run.
