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Post by Phoenix on Aug 11, 2013 19:33:29 GMT -5
Whiteshade my secret side i keep hid under lock and key- - - It was not often that LightningClan saw the white-furred, red-eyed demons walking beside each other, and only on this rare occasion was it painfully obvious just how similar – and simultaneously dissimilar – they were. They shared their crimson eyes, dark and otherworldly, and their alabaster pelts of an equally light hue. As expected of siblings, they were of a similar height, both far smaller than the reputation that preceded them. However, it was in their strides that they differed, their airs and the way they carried themselves. In contrast to the she-cat beside him, the tom strode with a purpose, steps deliberate and precise. Confidence as well as more than a hint of danger made itself evident in his body language as he sauntered through the familiar territory, head held high with the ghost of a smug expression across his features. It was the kind of confidence found only in those who knew exactly who they were, what they could do, and were perfectly comfortable with whatever they had found.
Just as he knew himself, he knew exactly where he led the she-cat by his side, for despite walking with their shoulders almost brushing, both knew that it was he who was in the lead. Charismatic, smooth-talking Whiteshade, who could charm crowds despite his freaky appearance, had been in the lead for as long as he could remember. It was not of his own making, though he argued not against it, but rather one of circumstance; Cherrypool lacked the firm belief in herself that allowed him to stride so easily through crowds without a hint of self-consciousness. For one bestowed with the bloodlust which marked another similarity between them, she was far too sentimental to put it to any good use. She cared. She was afraid of that part which belonged to her as much as the fur on her back. It was very nearly depressing to watch such potential go to waste.
As was any sibling’s duty, he had discovered how to tell when something bothered his sister – not that it had been any great challenge, for she had always seemed relatively transparent to him. The more unconventional part of their relationship was the way he could continue to pick at whatever made her uneasy, rather than try to play the big brother and soothe her fears away. And that was exactly why he strode, with her in tow, to the edge of LightningClan’s territory.
The rift between Cherrypool and her pathetic apprentice, Goldenpaw, might have been harder to detect for eyes less experienced at reading the she-cat, but it had become clear to him mere hours after it – whatever it was – had occurred. He cared not what the fight, for that was what he had assumed, was about, but rather the shattering effect it seemed to have on his sister. Vulnerability bordering on fear screamed at him with every glance he shot in her direction, and it had not taken him long to piece the facts together in what he thought safe to assume had shaken her to her core. So, like the caring older brother he was, he had decided that there was nothing else he could do but confront her and attempt to set her mind at ease.
”You’ve seemed bothered as of late, Cherrypool,” He offered as an explanation to this outing, voice as silky as ever, as he drew to a halt. Smoothly, he turned to face her. ”Perhaps there is a way I could help?”
And, of course, it was only coincidence that he had stopped exactly where she had made her first kill so many moons ago.- - - i feel it deep within it’s just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Aug 14, 2013 17:29:54 GMT -5
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. 50 Moons. She-Cat. LightningClan.
For some time now, there had been a dissonance happening between her outward appearance and reactions, and the unnatural mood swings that were ongoing beneath the surface. During times in which she felt utterly calm, her tail would twitch in agitation, and limbs would tremble as though an important piece of her world had fallen down and shattered; Cherrypool did not know what day it was.
Though her apprentice newly christened into a warrior could not be the sole cause of this unusual disturbance of the soul, it had likely been the extra push needed to bring her to this strange, detestable brink sooner rather than later. An uncomfortable feeling of deja-vu was flitting across her subconscious, chased quickly by the reassurance that she hadn't been here before – though it was hardly the case, given that a cat beside her had lead her here on more than one occasion.
Where was here?
The valley meadow, of course.
Of course?
As though chasing after will-o-wisps, Cherrypool's thoughts were fleeting and often proved more confusing then anything, bringing no sense of reassurance or calmness, a stormy disastrous state brewing behind the blood red eyes of the LightningClan senior warrior. When finally addressed, she looked to the speaker with a sense of disconnect, as though she was not inside of her own body, experiencing the world more through an avatar than through her own flesh and blood – a feeling of being...very very far away.
”You’ve seemed bothered as of late, Cherrypool,” [...] ”Perhaps there is a way I could help?”
”Help?” she repeated, as though relearning the nature of the word since she had first begun to speak. ”Help with what? I seem bothered?”
Am I bothered?
Cherrypool through a cursory glance over her shoulder, seeing nothing but this unfamiliar meadow she was almost certain she'd walked through before.
As though a flip had been switched, the spacy will-o-wisp Cherrypool had tucked herself into bed, and a darker shadow of her original self had woken up to stand in, recognition pulsing in her unnatural eyes, acknowledging her brother for the first time since they had left the camp. ”I am fine. Though tell me this, Whiteshade – are you really concerned or are you looking to kick a hornet's nest?”
Perception returning, the white feline drew herself into a neat sit, somehow seeming both like previous self and yet something was... off. As though a hairline fracture in an alabaster vase, as though her armor was misshapen in one section – and that would be what ultimately cost her the battle. Ignorant to her spiraling mental state, Cherrypool surveyed her surroundings, senses opening up to drink in the stench of harvest mouse nuzzling around looking for seeds, and the peculiar flutter of a crow attempting to land several foxlengths nearby.
If only it were Leafbare, then they could stand in an icy field almost completely hidden, save for that bloody pallor of their eyes. | I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING. I HAVE TO GIVE IN. |
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 14, 2013 21:35:55 GMT -5
Whiteshade my secret side i keep hid under lock and key- - - Had he been a brother entirely of the caring and concerned nature he had claimed to be, his sister’s obvious confusion in response to his inquiry would have sparked worry and led to a trip to Rookfrost’s den, but he was not; and perhaps it was just as well, for though he did not know it, there was little he nor the medicine cat could have done to repair the fraying fabric of her mind. Perhaps the conflict that had occurred between her and one of LightningClan’s newer warriors had been the final tug that had torn a string, allowing it to unravel with time until there was nothing left but – but what? Emptiness, perhaps? Insanity? As intriguing as he would have found these musings, none of them crossed the alabaster tom’s analytical mind, which was simply curious at her sudden stupidity. He had no way of knowing the truth behind the pair of crimson eyes so identical to his own.
A moment later, when awareness seemed to have returned to the she-cat’s mind and recognition shone for the first time in those crimson depths, he became more suspicious. What had started as idle curiosity and amusement at the uncharacteristic way she had been caught off guard transformed into something more intellectual – and perhaps more sinister. Her initial confusion had struck him as odd, but it was her behavior after the sharp accusation that confirmed that something had changed in his sister. The shift was slight and had he been asked what exactly about Cherrypool had keyed him into it, he would have been unable to answer. It might have been the look in her eyes, slightly crazed or perhaps simply darker than what he had become accustomed to seeing. Intrigued, he peered into her eyes as though he could discern the inner workings of her mind in their crimson depths. After all, they often said that eyes were the window to the soul.
”Surely you do not doubt my good intentions, dear sister,” He responded, injecting startled hurt into his voice even as he widened his eyes slightly. ”I have every concern a brother would have for his sister when she appears in need of help.” Tail flicking, he mimicked her motion, hind legs folding beneath him as he lowered his haunches to the ground. He took a moment to study her as she studied her surroundings, refraining from considering the possibilities until he knew the complete nature of this shift that had occurred within her. After a moment of deliberation, in which he had allowed the expression of one carefully considering a certain idea, he added lightly, ”However, if you truly consider your mind to be a hornet’s nest, then perhaps you are not nearly as fine as you believe?”- - -
i feel it deep within it’s just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster
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Post by Fawn on Aug 15, 2013 12:14:00 GMT -5
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. 50 Moons. She-Cat. LightningClan.
"I doubt everyone's good intentions, dear brother." She replied coolly, regarding him with a scrutinizing gaze that alluded to a slightly sharper intellect than before, the slim alabaster feline curling a milk-white tail around milk-white paws. What did she see in her mirror's reflection?
Cherrypool appeared unwilling to say so, and smiled at him benignly, the expression wholly unnatural. "Perhaps there is some truth to that - I feel fine now, if your concern is truly heartfelt. Allow me to extend the same courtesy; how are you, Whiteshade? How is your apprentice doing?" She spoke as though they hadn't seen each other in a while, words tumbling out with an eloquence that wasn't standard with her former self, the morally conscious Cherrypool being rather short with words and never quite so well put together. The other side of the coin abruptly bobbed her head down against her chest, smoothing out the fur in a quick moment of vanity, watching Whiteshade with a snake-like gaze, her namesakes glimmering like supersaturated rubies caught in the sun.
I feel fine. Why do you ask? Don't I look fine? I've never felt better, brother.
The inner demon that had plagued and hounded and harmed her from the beginning of her existence, from the moment she'd begun to deny it what it wanted, had finally broken free of it's shackles, given a taste for freedom it would never go without ever again. It was as though her senses had been properly awakened, like a snake shedding it's skin, their roles had been reversed - that pathetically weak morally conscious Cherrypool had been clapped in irons and dropped into the pit of their being (that place where a soul was supposed to go) and the nightmarish version, the one who could claim far more kinship with Whiteshade then the other Cherrypool, had reared her lethally cunning head.
It was difficult to say which of the two Cherrypools was the real Cherrypool; it would be much safer to argue that they were each very much the reality, though raggedly torn apart from each other into something resembling two separate creatures, both halves unwilling to mend the threads that would properly conjoin them.
Each sought to erase the other, both serpents trying to sink their fangs in for that final blow, and as of right now, the one with ice in her veins and a hatred of all things living had begun constricting the other.
| I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING. I HAVE TO GIVE IN. |
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 20, 2013 23:51:41 GMT -5
Whiteshade my secret side i keep hid under lock and key- - - Though he knew with greater certainty that something in his sister had changed, it was only after her smile - which was odd for any number of reasons - that he was aware of the depth of the change. Suspicion joined the curiosity lacing his thoughts, still devoid of any worry for both his sister and his own well-being. Cherrypool had never struck him as being a particularly talented actress, and while he would not underestimate her desire to gain the upper hand over him for once, he did not think that she could have brought herself to smile at him in such an amicable way and keep her distaste hidden from his gaze. There would have been a grimace, however slight, that he would have noticed, but in this most recent occurrence, he had not picked up on any signs of discomfort. If not truly genuine, she seemed far more composed than before.
Ears flicked as the words rolled off her tongue , far more fluid and articulate than the ones he had grown accustomed to expecting in the past. With interest, he noticed the shift in personality, and though he could not claim to know what exactly had caused the change - or even what exactly had changed - he thought it clear that she had gained in confidence. What a weapon, confidence, a double-edged sword. If wielded correctly, it could boost the owner to new heights, allow him to accomplish new feats previously thought unreachable; if used to hurt rather than help, it crippled the cat in a way debatably more limiting than a physical attack; where a cat could find away, with difficulty and enough determination, to work around an injury as drastic as a missing limb, attacking the mind and allowing the feline to convince himself that he could not or a similar sentment could almost prove to be a harder problem to solve. It was hard to convince a cat who was set in his ways to believe otherwise.
For Cherrypool, who had fallen into the latter category, it was shocking to see her suddenly speaking like this and giving off all sorts of signs indicating a higher confidence in herself. Where he did not necessarily mind what happened next - confidence boost or not, he saw as little reason to monitor her movements as he did to worry about them - he was intrigued by what factor could have changed in her life to bring about this new feline.
"I am as well as can be expected," He replied smoothly to her inquiry, inclining his head slightly in greeting. If she wanted to play word games, she would find that he could twist his words to avoid answering a question just as easily as she. This seeming appreciation for such intellectual challenges was also a new quality, though not unexpected; if she had the ability to speak with a newfound eloquence, then there was no reason why she could not partake in amusing mind games reminiscent to the ones he played with that intriguing loner. "My apprentice is adequate. Your own, I hope is just as well?" He paused for a moment, seeming to consider a thought before asking smoothly, "Your nerves appear to have all but disappeared, Cherrypool; might I ask what has changed between then and now?"- - -
i feel it deep within it’s just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster
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Post by Fawn on Aug 24, 2013 19:24:08 GMT -5
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. 50 Moons. She-Cat. LightningClan.
He was asking what had changed between then and now? More then you shall ever know, Whiteshade. So much more. Rather than leave him with silence as his only answer, the alabaster feline turned savage red eyes onto a matching set, blood gazing into blood with all the chilling atmosphere of one who had reached a similar state of predatory detachment to their morals. "Perhaps it was simply being in your presence, brother? Family tends to have a calming effect on felines, if you are lucky enough to have family worthy of spending your precious time with." For reasons beyond her grasp, Cherrypool's thoughts suddenly flew to their father, the tom who had disowned them at birth upon witnessing their alabaster coats and unnatural eyes; she was not filled with the usual levels of indignation and resentment.
There was no resentment at all. She supposed if she'd been in his position - the same superstitious old fool who had not been prepared for the responsibilities of a father anyway - a similar reaction might've arisen if given the chance. Fortunately, she was not their sire, and as such held no more fear for Whiteshade then she had fear for that lynx, only a conscious caution, like a couple of ants crawling across the back of her mind to remind her of his truly lethal behavior. Of keeping her in check, aware that her own dear brother would sooner kill her if his boredom reached such terrible heights then he would carry her should she get injured and require the help.
What an unusual family we are.
With family taking up most of her gray matter, a thin white tail swept around her paws, gently tapping the tip against the earth as though listening to a rhythm no one else could hear - drum beats no one else could follow along with, heard on some higher, unknown plane of thinking then any of their Clanmates could possibly reach. "I think it's long overdue, Whiteshade," a peculiar lack of blinking accompanied her speech, giving off the vibes that she simply didn't need to blink, as though she had no use for such automatic reflexes as this one. "We have neglected our filial duties long enough. Perhaps we should invite our father out on a walk with us? Rekindle that beloved bond between parent and offspring."
It was obvious with a single poisonous glance and a curling of her smile, like a jagged line in the snow, that she had no actual intention of rekindling anything.
They could bond over their shared blood - after they had finished spilling all of their father's. | I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING. I HAVE TO GIVE IN. |
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 25, 2013 1:04:17 GMT -5
Whiteshade my secret side i keep hid under lock and key- - - ”Perhaps,” He murmured, crimson eyes flicked over her features as he idly wondered when she had thought she had gained so much experience with family. No third member of their litter existed, and until now, discomfort on the she-cat’s part had prevented them from forming a particularly close bond between siblings. One might have considered it a shame, the way they had regarded each other previously, but befriending a feline who was terrified of a part of herself had never been high on his list of priorities. Until she managed to either control her bloodlust or simply gave up the fight, in which case he would gladly offer his services, she was of no use to him, as insignificant and worthy of deep thought as the ants beneath his paws.
As far as he knew, her relationship with their father had consisted of the same interaction that he shared with the tom: nothing. Superstitious, the older feline had simply handed his two kits over once he saw their horrible, demonic, otherworldly appearances. Perhaps because he had seen and disliked the results of caring too much, courtesy of his sister, he had learned to become all but impervious to the odd looks and the occasional taunts sent his way; at most, he was simply amused by their reactions and took great pleasure in terrifying those particularly loud-mouthed apprentices. Had Frostbreeze simply not given him the answer when he had asked who their father was – or who she suspected their father was, since it seemed as though no one knew for sure – it would have been easy enough to figure it out anyway.
All he had to do was approach each tom within the right age range and watch to see who became the most uncomfortable and would look for reasons to flee the conversation. For all his attempts at leaving them behind, Thunderfang did a poor job at lying.
If he had been unaware of the change in his sister thus far, this statement would have alerted him to it almost immediately, simply because of the way it piqued the interest of the monster within. Words of that nature would never have crossed the old Cherrypool’s lips, as afraid of her most valuable weapon as she was, and the longer he was around this reformed Cherrypool, the more he found himself appreciating this abrupt change. Jaws parted as he let out a nearly inaudible breath, a gentle sigh of understanding, tail curling through the air behind him in a manner not wholly dissimilar to that of his companion’s. ”That would be acceptable,” He agreed lightly, with the same tone he would use when commenting on a matter as trivial as a particular hunting location. ”I do believe we have long since owed our dear father a second chance, and a pleasant walk through the mountains, with just the three of us, will be the perfect setting for such a reunion.” The corners of his lips quirked upward in a fatal smile that mirrored his sister’s, and crimson eyes glinted with a light in their depths that was only illuminated at the prospect of spilled blood.
”In fact,” He continued smoothly, ”I feel as though even waiting another minute would be another minute wasted. Would you be sorely disappointed, Cherrypool, if we were to seek out our father now and ask him to accompany us? I am confident that you can understand my urgency, my impatience; this rift between us has already gone on for far too long.”- - -
i feel it deep within it’s just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster
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Post by Fawn on Aug 31, 2013 19:45:25 GMT -5
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. 50 Moons. She-Cat. LightningClan.
As though someone had ripped open a snow-drift, alabaster jaws parted in an eerie sort of grin, bright white teeth lining pale gums with only a bright pink tongue for contrast, the colors complimentary with the virulent hue of blood red oculars, crimson floating in a sea of white. ”I think that perhaps, Whiteshade, you should collect Thunderfang alone. I have a tendency to arouse suspicion and fear wherever I walk. It would be...” Her tail-tip twitched, as though to flick away any left over residue of reluctance courtesy of the other Cherrypool, the other Cherrypool horror-struck by the decidedly wicked plans beginning to unfold.
”It would be unfortunate if we gave Thunderfang a reason to be cautious about spending time with his own children – or anyone else, for that matter.”
If the two alabaster devils went to collect their father, disappeared and he never came back, the resident rumor mill of LightningClan would be turning and churning at speeds as quick as their Clan's namesake, and that would make things rather difficult for the she-cat who had plans to rejoin the social scene. Old Cherry could sit back and watch as that monster she'd been trying just oh-so-hard to suppress went and got her everything she'd ever wanted.
If Cherrypool wanted friends, then she knew how to get one. If it was family or love she desired, then that could be obtained as well; however, the white devil had every intention of getting to that eventually, but not before she took care of a little personal business first.
She stood up, stepping aside as though an indication that he was to go and fetch their dearest father while she would wait here or get in a little hunting to make the meeting of all three seem more happenstance than it was. No one would suspect Whiteshade of foul play if he were to convince their older father to reconnect with the kin he had shunned more than forty moons ago. I'm glad you're so keen to participate, Whiteshade. Not that there had been any doubt.
Whiteshade was likely of a more heinous nature than both old Cherrypool and current Cherrypool combined, but that wouldn't last forever; now that she was properly out of her cage, properly free of the chains of morality and concern for those around her, the white warrior fully intended to take her proper place alongside her brother.
A queen in a macabre court, where Whiteshade was king and held dominion over all.
He could always learn to share. | I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING. I HAVE TO GIVE IN. |
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 2, 2013 21:54:12 GMT -5
Whiteshade my secret side i keep hid under lock and key- - - At her suggestion, alabaster shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, head lowering almost imperceptibly to indicate his agreement. ”That is agreeable,” He murmured serenely, tones dulcet and voice devoid of any emotion but faint satisfaction, as though he were agreeing to perform a favor rather than designing the method by which he and his sister would instigate a murder. His tail flicked and he smoothly rose to his paws, hooked claws flexing in anticipation. Another slight inclination of the head in his sisters direction and he began moving away. ”I shall return here momentarily, and if all goes well, not nearly as lonely as I left.” Of course it would go well; he would settle for nothing less. On silent paws, the devil of LightningClan strode away, appearing for all the world a tom on a relaxing walk.
It took surprisingly little effort to find their dear father, and if he were one to search for explanations in every pleasant coincidence, he would claim that it was fate. Age had, by no means, diminished the handsome looks that had appealed to so many she-cats and assisted Thunderfang with his seeming determination to court every feline of the female persuasion in the clan. As recognizable by his face as he was his reputation, the older warrior had made to exit camp just as his son entered the area.
”Thunderfang,” Whiteshade greeted his father smoothly, the corner of his lip quirked upward in a slight smile. Charismatic features formed a charming expression as he dipped his head in respect to the older warrior. ”Just the cat I was looking for. Do you have a moment or so?”
Amber eyes flicked nervously to the side, not quite meeting the crimson pair staring so steadily at him, glinting with an uncharacteristic – and somewhat disconcerting, if he did not lie to himself – warmth. ”Hello Whiteshade,” The elder of the two responded, his voice nowhere near as soothing and polite as the alabaster devil’s. ”I’m sorry, but I don’t. I was – Hunting patrol, you see. Firesky told me to meet, ah, Icewhisker, out there.”
Amusement flickered through the tom who was so clearly in control of this conversation, as his scarlet gaze briefly left his father to peer back into camp. ”You mean the Icewhisker currently entertaining Dovesong’s precious litter?” It was posed innocently, curiously, as though he had no idea whether or not the correct Icewhisker sat in front of the nursery, staring at the clouds. ”Well, yes, but he just hasn—“ ”Thunderfang,” Whiteshade cut him off, his pleasant tone gaining a firm edge to it. ”We both know you simply want to avoid me, and as rude as your attempts may be, I am afraid that I cannot assist you in the endeavor. I was assigned a hunting patrol,” He began, slowly spinning the web that would trap the older tom and leave him with no option but to agree. ”And because you are so clearly determined to perform your duties – an admirable sentiment, I assure you – I think it only fitting that we hunt together; it would be a shame, of course, if Firesky were to discover that you did not hunt simply because of my company.” His alabaster tail flicked and a smile crossed his features as he gestured for his father to follow him back out of camp. ”Come. The prey won’t catch themselves.”
In a silence that was either uncomfortable or faintly amusing, depending on the feline that was given the question, the pair strode through the familiar territory, and of the two, the slighter, pure white tom led the way. He moved with the grace and precision of a hunter and had the air of one relaxed simply because he was completely comfortable in his environment, where nothing could startle him and nothing posed a threat to him. No sign of his true intentions – to hunt, but not the prey that his companion seemed to believe they were hunting – crossed his expression as he neared the now-deserted area where he had last seen his sister.
”Was it necessary to come out this far?” Thunderfang grumbled a complaint under his breath, giving Whiteshade a dirty look that did not go unnoticed by its recipient. ”Prey is much more plentiful in the interior of our territory.” A serene smile merely ghosted across the alabaster tom’s lips as he waited for any sign of his partner in crime. Ahh, there she is.
”It was,” He answered what was undoubtedly a rhetorical question, ignoring the approaching she-cat. ”You see, I specialize in hunting a particular kind of prey, one that can be found only on the outskirts of LightningClan territory. It takes skill and talent to do so, and I believe that it would be worthwhile for me to share this particular ability with you.” He paused, leaning forward somewhat conspiratorially. ”Why? Between you and me, Thunderfang, it impresses the she-cats quite a bit.”- - - i feel it deep within it’s just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster
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Post by Fawn on Oct 11, 2013 21:41:39 GMT -5
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. 53 Moons. She-Cat. LightningClan.
With the appearance of Whiteshade and their incredibly uncomfortable sire, Thunderfang, the albino she-cat had her suspicions confirmed. No one would be suspicious of her dearest brother leaving the premises with his father, they would simply suspect him of wanting to form bonds that had never had the chance to be made - had it been the smaller of the twins, then there would've been questions.
And so many judging, critical eyes, as well as a few sympathizers with Thunderfang, who felt as though they understood his position, his reasoning for abandoning the kits who had made names for themselves in the Clan - both negative and positive.
"Hello Father," purred Cherrypool, and she watched with a flutter of raw delight in her belly at her sire's sudden look of shock, as if not anticipating that the second of his kits would be joining them for this little hunting excursion.
If he had begun to pick up on the mood, that underlying, macabre note of danger, his window for escape had closed the moment Whiteshade had first approached him. Thunderfang's ears flattened, and he did not return this counterfeit coo of affection, instead seeming to regard his children with both fear and some kind of defensive anger.
"Why are you so upset, Thunderfang?" Cherrypool tried again, this time drawing into a neat sit, rubbing a wet paw along the delicate features of her face. "You knew this day was coming, it's only natural for two children to want to connect with their only living parent." Their claws and teeth would be the only thing connecting with him, however, and he appeared to finally understand that.
He'd served LightningClan long enough. No one would miss him too terribly - least of all his offspring, though he would've denied that their accursed blood was his if he could get away with it. | I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING. I HAVE TO GIVE IN. |
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