A shadow of a feline padded up to her sister, her eyes narrowed. This was the look that the charcoal bengal had had on her face since the night she killed both a kitten and an elder, two felines that were completely defenseless. It had been that one incident, the moment that Slyv cracked and the path had been made. This was the fate that a charcoal bengal should have, it seemed. The life of a creature that never was much more than the darkness that lingered on eerily clear nights, the feeling of eyes watching from the folds of reality.

"Apprehension does not look good on you," she meowed in her low, scratchy voice. However, Slyv was not particularly one to talk when it came to what looked good on a cat. She looked on a good day half-deranged, and on a bad day, like a psychopath who had lost touch with what was real and not. The curse of her pelt was strong.

Sylv, too, had never had much connection to anyone. She had once been close to Vera, but after the MoonClan devastation, she drifted from all. She had become a solitary figure, but that was perhaps what fate had always intended for her. Was she meant to be a part of a greater solar system, or was she just meant to be a lone star? Still, her ear flicked and it wasn't anger that entered her eyes when her sister teased her. "I suppose so," she agreed; it was pointless not to.

Her gaze shifted. "I am unsure it matters in the end," she meowed with a shrug. "Here or there, what's the difference? We lose members on the drive?" She shrugged. "We need a change. Things have been stagnant lately." She was itching for something different.

Something dark flashed in her eyes. "Bets?" she asked, her face twisting into what could be considered a twisted grin. "I would love to. Are there any cats off limits? Do promise you won't get offended if I say the cat we probably are all thinking won't make it."

"You really think so?" she meowed in amusement, trying not to laugh at the idea. "What has he done to her, ask her for a cuddle?" The idea of that did make Sylv snort, before she shook her head. "My first bet is a tie between Devante or Daedric. One of them won't survive, but between the two of them, there are enough working legs for one cat so maybe Xithymia would do a leg transplant."

Sylv hadn't laughed in a while, perhaps since before everything had changed. This was the most normal that she had been in a while. "Corvus? And why's that? Because she isn't part of mommy's dearests?" Interest piqued in her eyes, before another thought passed through her head. "Do you think Innocentia will chow down on the journey on every cat that drops?"

She shook her head. There were some things that she would never understand, and the idea of eating another cat was one of them. However, Catori had left her response wide open for a joke. "Lust for the taste of Senescence's flesh? That sounds a little kinky, don't you think?"

"You know, it's probably all the same thing," she meowed, although in her head she was considering the same thing that Catori was. It was strange. She had never been close to her siblings. In fact, she had been the one to drive the oldest of them away like the snake that she was. She had never been clsoe to anyone, really, other than their mother. Yet, here she was, socializing. Enjoying herself. Was this allowed?

"I doubt it. I wouldn't blame her, really. If I was that much of a degenerate as she proved to be, I'd take the chance to just leave while I had the chance. How about Shiva? Do we think she'll stay here whilst we galavant through the world?"

Runts were killed for a reason. That was an odd sentiment, but Sylv liked to be the exception to the rule. SHe hadn't been for the beginning of her life. She had been timid and awkward. It took until her first taste of what the beast inside craved for her to truly become who she was. She flicked her tail, casually listening to her sister talk about Shiva. "Now that would be good," she mused. "Just imagine, if BrookClan let's her do that, we could probably fight them again. We haven't had a good fight in a while," she continued.

"How about our newest siblings? Do you think they all will make it?"