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(You can be the poor cat/s that Mistyveil's ranting to xD)
"Happy Yule Festival, everyone sings in camp. Happy Yule Festival," Mistyveil said aloud sweetly.
"They think they're soooo adorable!" Mistyveil's voice splintered like ice, dipping into a cold and dark tone. Her claws pinched against nose as she turned back to her patient, "Everyone loves Yule Festival, do you know we've never even had this holiday until now? What are they so excited about?" She complained and dropped her voice to a mock joy, "Oh wow, snow what a wonderful time of the year! We have snow everyday! I mean, why do we even need this stupid festival? We never used to have this ghostly issue when I was around and let me tell you, I made a lot of ghosts. I mean who even cares, let them haunt, scratch and claw us! That would be a fitting WinterClan holiday, an endurance test! I mean... What would happen if we all got sick? We couldn't celebrate it then right? I mean I'm just talking outloud here, but that would be accurate correct?"
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 18, 2018 0:58:54 GMT -5
"I would suppose so," the Jarl chuckled. Sweetpine himself was not used to the holidays of this group yet. Or, any holiday rather. "I think the whole fun of it is that we'd have to endure the bad stuff regardless of wether or not we have the festival. Might as well have a festival then," he shrugged. He wondered if she was on edge about the goings ons. He was wary about the whole thing as well, but was just trying to brush it off, sure that Leatherstar would guide their clan through most of it.
"Yes, yes" Mistyveil said nodding her head as the pieces came together, "Colds happen all the time, but we always have loads of catmint to get us by."
Shadows gleamed dark across her turquoise blue eyes, "What did you say you were here for, Sweetie?" She smiled. No teeth, just a quiet curl of her lips, without him even saying anything she was already picking out herbs.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 18, 2018 13:23:49 GMT -5
The tom blinked, not really needing anything outside of someone to share a space with. He then decided, something that wasnt obviously a lie, and would give him some use. "Poppy seeds. Ive been having trouble sleeping." It was true. Ever since he began to frequent the nursery at night to watch over the foundling kits he wasnt getting the sleep he needed.
"Me too, but my son keeps eating them all," Mistyveil said, looking at the storage supply.
There were never enough poppyseeds, it's what she tried to get the most from other clans. She should be happy that they would leave soon and raid other clans for herbs. Instead she dreaded it. Her voice had become strained from yelling at her daughter and everyone in the clan could hear it. Alchemists kill Martyrs, but her daughter had volunteered to be one. She didn't even have to. And what other choice did she have? Ask her other daughter to kill her older sister? It had to be her...
"I don't have too many, but we'll get more soon so don't be afraid to stop in after a raid to see if we got any. And please look for herbs that they have a lot in stock of when you go to raid another clan. Not to be nice, but because we don't have the basic herbs, that includes cobwebs. Hard to find those out in the snow, you know?"
Her gaze turned to the back of her den, there was definitely something up with her, though everyone suspected her considering what she'd have to go through in a matter of time.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 31, 2018 23:07:58 GMT -5
"Ahh, understood." he nodded, whiskers twitching as he looked the she-cat over. His eyes narrowed as he watched the she-cat go through various emotions in a short span of time. "I'll keep note. I'll place myself in charge of herb retrieval..." He had not quite yet been given the go ahead to see about setting up parties for raids, but he was sure Leatherstar would inform him soon. In the mean time, a shortage of herbs were of little issue if there was a shortage of care. "Is... something the matter, Mistyveil?" he asked, his lips tight, not betraying anything. He wondered what she was thinking.
"Uh... I have like forty kits. That's a problem. Oh and I have to care for my own kits, also a problem," She purred.
But truly the clan was on equal level with kits. They both annoyed her, wanted her to do things she didn't want to do, and always came to her with problems. Being a prisoner, fooling around with Regin, and eating all day. That was living. She rubbed the side of her head, "That and I have to choose a medicine cat apprentice sooner or later, but you know how kits are, always wanting to grow up and be warriors. Though, then again our stupid clan wants me to murder my daughter cause. I don't know we're afraid of ghosts this year or something? I don't pretend to understand our clan, I can't take that many layers of stupid. But you seem like a smart boy so... So maybe you'll suffer in this clan like me," She grinned a bit walking past him to arrange an herb that was a bit slanted, "Suffering buddies?" She asked out loud as if trying to think of a good name to call Sweetpine and her, "Ah, pain pals! Perfect."
She turned to Sweetpine, "We'll be pain pals, enduring WinterClan's to the bitter end. After all, even if we are mouse brained it's nothing compared to the other clans. I marvel at their idiocy."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 18, 2019 2:16:30 GMT -5
"I'll try not to take that personally." Leatherstar meowed posing his head into the Alchemist's den. The Chieftain arched a brow at the already grieving mother. Perhaps in her own convoluted way but definitely grieving. As a young inexperienced abused deputy to Understar, Mistyveil had been his adoptive mother in a sense. He would step on thorns just to take a break in her den. To hide from Understar.
She looked back at Leatherstar, he had grown up so much, but he was still so young. Too young to be ruining lives like this and too young to have lived a life to know exactly what a soul was worth. They were a team, but in a weird way she felt like the one that always needed to protect him, she noticed she wasn't the only one to feel that. It was almost comforting to see a leader of WinterClan who had loyal followers and not those who wished to obtain his power or did so out of fear. Everything about him was almost always genuine which was why the pain of what he wanted dragged against her skin like barbed wire. He actually believed this was the right thing and would allow it. But it wasn't noble cats or elders sacrificing their lives it was young damaged cats like her daughter who fell prey to this sort of thing.
She was there for him, she raised him to be healthy with the care she never gave to any of her other patients at the time. He was like a son to her and it burned all the more. How hard had Leatherstar tried to save the clan before deciding this was the way? How many screaming matches had she done with her daughter before the entire clan chose to ignore a mom grieving for a daughter still alive? Insensitive foxhearts. Not that she wasn't one either.
"I was kind of hoping you being the one to provoke the murder of my daughter would be on your conscience, but I guess that was too much to ask for," Mistyveil said, amusement lit in her smile as she pried lose some of the herbs caught onto her claws, "So. Did the ancients tell you that you couldn't use one of your own many lives to sacrifice yourself or did you just decide to ask around first?"
(Poor Sweetpine just came in for some medicine and is now standing in the middle of this conversation xD)
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 18, 2019 13:27:47 GMT -5
Leatherstar sighed. "You could always ask them yourself. You are the messenger of Errapel after all." He meowed softly. There was no anger in his tone. It was in his Alchemists right to judge him and chastise as she saw fit. "And I will sacrifice a life." his voice was somber. "And at the claws of my own Jarl one day. But my time has not come." he cast his gaze from Mistyveil to Sweetpine. He had not told his Jarl the burden he would one day bare if he was destined to be Chieftain. The final task to be given to any Jarl.
He looked back to Mistyveil. "You witnessed Vegards protection from the white cats. I know she is your blood. But you can not claim there is no proof. Vegard is kind and would not suffer a cat to do his will without they themselves having a willing heart. If Icecream faulters another will volunteer in her stead."
Mistyveil gave a delayed sarcastic wow expression as if she realized he wanted her to feel something at those words, "That's the difference between you and me, just because I see something more powerful and knowing than myself, doesn't me I follow it like every cat these days seem to do. Maybe I'm just not as easily impressed as the rest of you. But WinterClan never had to make you sacrifice your last life or sacrifice your cats. The game their playing is rigged, you're their puppet and if I didn't know better you're sacrificing cats to these so called ancients as payment for them warding off white cats. If I were you'd I'd get us off this cursed mountain so none of us have to deal with this. But I also literally don't care. I'm just annoyed you took advantage of my daughter who suffers from self image issues to the point that she literally feels she's so damaged that dying would serve everyone better than being here. Makes me almost miss the times where we hated non pure bloods cause this isn't sacrifice, this is my daughter so depressed she just wants to die. Oh and here's some chamomile."
She had randomly turned the other way to hand Sweetpine some mashed chamomile, "It's not as good as poppyseeds, but it helps."
The whole time she never looked mad, maybe a bit stern, but her words had come out cold and forbidding. From being locked up in prison for so long it was easy not to trust. She was forced to be a medicine cat and then forced to be a mom. She never wanted to raise Icecream, she never wanted to work with medicine. It was hard to tell if those feelings had changed or if she was in a situation she never asked or wanted for to begin with. The only time she ever seemed happy was when she was eating or with Regin.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 18, 2019 16:40:04 GMT -5
Leatherstar chose not to stir the pot. He knew if it weren't her daughter she would likely still dislike it as he or any cat did but not to the point of hatred. He watched her offer the chamomile to Sweetpine. He was only good at one thing and he prayed she didn't claw his ears off for it. He stepped forward and leaned down. He pressed his shoulder to hers and wrapped his neck around hers in a makeshift hug. One paw raised and gently laid on her back. Despite her words he knew she didn't completely blame him.
"Aw. You're hugging me cause you lost the argument, that does cheery me up," She teased, but moved into his embrace nuzzling her face into his shoulder, "I know this isn't easy for you either and if it wasn't Icecream I'd be there more for you than I have. I know you understand that, but I also know it doesn't change the hurt you feel inside. It wasn't easy for anyone when that cat attacked Icecream and we never did avenge her. I just want to avenge her before the sacrifice, for what she did to her face and all the things that came after... But there is something you should know, I had another kit recently."
There was zero scent of milk and no new kits in the nursery. That and given WinterClan's trait of long fur she hadn't exactly shown she had grown in size. However looking at her it didn't appear she was producing milk at all like a queen would. She broke away from the hug to meet the leaders gaze, "His name is Hawthorn."
She glanced back at Sweetpine, "I kind of liked how cute your name was, the more nature sound of it so Hawthorn sounded about right."
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 19, 2019 0:22:41 GMT -5
The jarl took the chamomile in an unsteady paw, sliding the poultice towards himself, honestly a bit shaken by the whole interaction between the two cats before him. He didnt know either better than the other, and he knew even less of their past. He took an inward sigh as once again the fact that he was more of an outsider than he was a clan cat was pushed to the forefront of his thoughts. His eyes went wide as he was repeatedly addressed, but not truly spoken to. When he finally was he raised a knitted brow, "My name?" He asked, flicking his ears to be askew. He wasnt sure what in all she meant or what her kit had to do with him.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 21, 2019 0:09:42 GMT -5
"Well sure is a good thing your being an alchemist means you aren't banned from kits or a mate as you would have been as a medicine cat." Leatherstar meowed with a small huff of approval as if the changes that came with the ancients also benefited her situation. "How did you hide the kitting?" He remembered Echodrop's kitting. It was like watching torture.
"Yeah, sweet pine. I love the smell of pine. I also love the scent of hawthorn berries so it just seemed like a perfect name idea to name him after a scent I liked," Mistyveil purred.
Her head tilted to the side, "But I had a dozen kits as a medicine cat and an on and off again boyfriend, but mainly on again and Flyingcolors can have kits and Littlebird."
A lot had definitely changed, but she did remember a time where all medicine cats weren't allowed to have kits, now it seemed the oppression was ending across many clans. That and so much else it felt like she was a cat trapped ten years in the past and had awoken into a future she had yet to understand. But prison time tended to do that.
She hadn't realized that Littlebird wasn't a medicine cat yet, but talked to her enough to believe it to be true, "But I didn't mean to hide pregnancy. I only had one kit and I thought I'd tell everyone when my stomach became more noticeable, but with the stress that never happened and he came early. After I just handed him off to my sister, I was too stressed to produce milk, but he's healthy. Looks more like his father as most of the kits are."
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 21, 2019 18:40:48 GMT -5
"Oh," he mewed, still somewhat confused about the whole thing. He was somewhat glad he didnt have a larger part to play in Mistyveil's sons existence. He wasn't ready to take any sort of claim for a kit, save for the ones he had come across a quarter moon ago.
