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Recently Pomegrantedecay and her sister Skeletalrose were married in a double wedding to two brothers. It was a rushed wedding, one to show that their family was still powerful and in control, especially in the wake of their other sister's transgressions against the clan. Setting by the Sapphire Springs, the two she-cats were discussing life as of late, gossiping if you would. Between them was a large rabbit they were sharing. Gazing out on the hot spring waters, Pomegranatedecay spoke up, "have you heard, Mother plans to promote Deathreign."
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 29, 2021 1:52:38 GMT -5
The she-cat wore an eerie sort of smile. Dreamy, but bordering on nightmarish as she listened to her sister speak. She sat like a princess, for that's what she was, the daughter of the queen of ice, a pawn in the greater scheme of things for her mother, it seemed. "Should I be surprised? Anything to bury the harm that dear sister of ours caused to the family reputation."
“No, I suppose not.” She let out a chuckle, though it wasn’t really humorous but more one for sarcasm or irony than anything. Pomegranatedecay rolled her eyes, “can you blame her? Sludgemilk disgrace four whole family in front of the whole clan too. Honestly mother gave her too much leeway, but I suppose she hopes to teach her her ways and bring her back into the family. Hopefully this is the last time Sludgemilk needs to be taught this lesson. I am cut her up myself next time.” How she hated when her siblings didn’t obey as they should. They were expected to be the perfect soldiers, the prime examples of what a WinterClan cats should be and yet here was their own sister a screwing that up. Disgracing then at that!
"Is it worth getting your paws dirty? Why not have your mate do it for you?" Skeletalrose offered amicably, as if discussion of harming their sister was casual, everyday conversation. "Don't trouble yourself with messy things when someone else can be the one to clean up."
“True, Tempesthaven seems like he’d do it too if I’d ask. Besides, it’d be a good test of his loyalty to myself. Tell me sister, how had Furorstorm been?” A normal cat would how their marriage was or were they happy, bug neither cat was all that normal. Pomegranatedecay was cold and controlling like their mother. While Skeletalrose was…different. The two weren’t as close as kits as Skeletalrose hadn’t been a problem that Pomegranatedecay needed to fix like Deathreign’s speaking word vomit was or even Sludgemilk and her questionable ways.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 17, 2021 19:56:22 GMT -5
"Haven't spoken to him since the wedding." Skeletalrose answered honestly, with a shrug. "I suppose I should eventually." She didn't particularly seem to care in the slightest.
(So! Have your heard Furorstorm is being killed by his dear mate! Sounds like fun lol) Honeystorm
Pomegranatedecay nodded her head in approval. Maybe she would need to coach her sister a little more than she had in the past show her the social graces she’d always ignored before. “Appearances matter, sister. Don’t forget who we are the daughters of.” It would do no good if their arranged marriages were to fail, especially after Sludgemilk’s betrayal. The two would be expected to have kits and quickly, show they have a loving and strong mate-ship with their lovers. Even if neither was in live with the other. Appearances were all that mattered in a cold world as theirs. “Has anyone seen you with your mate at all? You mustn’t act as though you distrust him by avoiding him completely.” Even she had been sure to keep close to her new mate, Tempesthaven. There was much yet that she didn’t know about the tom but she would with time. Hopefully, those things would be useful to her.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 30, 2021 16:58:19 GMT -5
(Gonna be some fun times. cx)
Skeletalrose let out a laugh, one that didn't sound quite natural. "Oh, no worries, sister dearest. We'll have a litter soon enough." She patted Pomegranatedecay's paw as if her sibling were far too worried. "Don't worry about a single little thing. Furorstorm will be dealt with accordingly, and mother will have grandkits to fawn over."
Pomegranatedecay narrowed her eyes, watching, trying to figure out felt so off about her sister but dismissing it. Whatever it was, so long as Skeletalrose kept up appearances, then she had no worries. The she-cat rose, shaking dust from her fur. “Until next time then sister?” Pomegranatedecay hoped they would start meeting each week, checking in on the progress of their marriages and lives. Something, the she-cat was hoping would help keep their image up after the disgrace of Sludgemilk.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 22, 2021 22:31:22 GMT -5
( Ye, sure. cx )
Skeletalrose nodded. "I pick the location next time." She purred, rising to her paws. - It was one of their regular meetings, quite some time later. The white feline was plump despite the winter season, and at this point, everyone was all but waiting on the confirmation that everyone expected. In private, earlier that morning, she'd let her mother know she was expecting Furorstorm's kits, though she requested to tell Pomegranatedecay in particular herself as it was their meeting day, rather than hearing it from Wintrystar herself. She'd already told her mate the evening before. Though where the leader's daughter was glowing in her pregnancy, her mate didn't seem to be doing so well lately. One would have to wonder if cats would think her kits possibly weak like their father.
But that was talk to bring up with her sister, perhaps. Regardless, she'd done as she promised, and their line would continue on. She smelled of her mate today, considering how much time they'd spent together, and when she arrived at their usual spot, her sister already there, she supposed Pomegranatedecay would be pleased by this. "Good morning, sister." She offered, a cold smile across her features, more formal than friendly, but not hostile.
Rumors had spread and many of them got back to the queen of gossip herself. Pomegranatedecay made sure she state din the know, especially in regards to gossip. I ne phrase, simple and small, could end ones social life in WinterClan and Pomegranatedecay wouldn’t have that be the case of their family. There were still some talking about Sludgemilk, something the she-cat had hoped would end. But the latest rumors had her perking up. While she hadn’t seen much of her siblings as of late, she was able to keep tabs on them with the gossip circles she kept in. And one such bit of gossip was truly pleasing her. “I see rumors are true?” It was a question posed at her sister after one swift glance upon her growing stomach. A pur was practically falling out with the words, pleaded at what she was seeing. Even if some gossip questioned the relationship between Skeletalrose and Furorstorm, this was enough to keep those at bay. Everyone loved kits and gossiping about what they’d look like, how they’d act, and even telling the parents advise on raising them. Kits raised spirits, especially when winter turned harsh.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 27, 2021 20:50:19 GMT -5
Skeletalrose grinned widely, though the expression seemed almost unnatural on her face. "Depends on which ones you're referring to." She knew of course, based on Pomegranatedecay's glance. "I am pregnant though. I told Furorstorm last night, and mother this morning."
She sauntered forth, sitting herself beside her littermate and getting comfortable. "I did tell you not to worry, after all."
Standing in front of Pomegranatedecay and Skeletalrose was Sludgemilk, a wisp of a girl. Her fur hugged close to her bones, while her usually young and stuck up voice had been reduced to a whisper that struggled to rise an octave. There were no kits with Sludgemilk, it was easy to deduce from her trembling figure that they had likely died from the cold, much like she was struggling with. Her fur was frosted in different angles from the merciless winds, but worst of all her nose, ears, and paws looked frostbitten, even blackened in some areas.
She didn't speak anything else, only staring the two down, feeling her empty stomach as she gazed at Skeletalrose's.
Pomegranatedecay nodded her head from her lounging position, one paw crossed over the other in front of her. “I’m sure she was pleased. Our siblings will be-“ she didn’t get to finish, cut off by the sound of paws stepping before them. At first she was curious as to who would disturb them but then it turned into a harsh frown. Another set of rumors true, though these ones pleased her much less. Why was she back? Had Mother been informed of her return? Was she repented? The dark grey she-cat rose form her lounging position into a seated one, curling her tail tightly around her paws and narrowing her eyes at Sludgemilk. “Oh, have you been granted permission to return?” If not, then Pomegranatedecay would be the first to run her back off.
Skeletalrose opened her mouth to respond when she spotted Sludgemilk. Instead of adding onto her sister's remarks, she actually neared her sister, tail brushing against the she-cat's sad-looking frame, though her plush tail would probably bring some meager warmth to the other feline. "Why thank you sister dearest." Her words were as colds as the winds that bit into Sludgemilk's frame, the smile on her features predatory. There was a tilt to her head as she thought, taking a brief moment to glance at Pomegranatedecay. "If she has been, perhaps she should help me prepare for the kittens. Make her useful and give her the chance to begin to make up for her wrongs."
Sludgemilk tried to fain her humiliation into something more exuberant by nodding eagerly to Skeletalrose before dipping her head, "My pleasure." Fake smiles.
Still with her head dipped down she replied to Pomegranatedecay, "Instruction was to not return until the full moon passed with no kits. The full moon has passed, I have no kits. I am permitted by mothers exact decree."
Her heart was racing so loud she was worried her sisters would hear it. They would rip her apart, tear her down, keep her just above worthless to be seen as valued in the public eye, but in moments like these, she would never outlive what she did.
Back when she left the ceremony she had been wounded, but still prideful, all the way up until her kits were lost in a storm, like the world itself agreed they were sins that needed to be washed away. So although the her that left the ceremony would have had the kits and left for DayClan, the her that she was now would never leave WinterClan. Because ultimately she believed she deserved any abuse that came her way.
“Well, I’d still inform Mother, wouldn’t want her surprised now would we.” It was posed like a question but her narrowed eyes mad wit clear it was not. Pomegranatedecay was trying to dismiss her sister that she did not particularly wish to be seen with. Sludgemilk had ruined their reputation enough lately and the dark grey she-cat was not looking forward to the rumors and gossip increasing about them once again with Sludgemilk’s return. Skeletalrose blocked her comment though by inviting her to assist with kits and the preparation of their arrival. “Though, I suppose it can wait. I’ll personally let Mother know of your return.” Rising to her paws and turning her attention, and snubbing, away from Sludgemilk, the middle sister spoke to the oldest. “Shall we begin preparing you a nest, Skeletalrose? I’m sure Sludgemilk would happily collect you some moss for it.”
"Oh I'm sure she'd love to. Can we trust her to do that on her own though? She seems like the sort to need a careful eye kept on her." Skeletalrose mused, glancing at her sister. Appearances or no, the she-cat didn't particularly care as much for appearances as Pomegranatedecay did, though she was unlikely to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of a situation.
Sludgemilk only carried a blank expression at Pomegranatedecay's attempt at a threat before slowly looking away, disregarding her in equal, if not more capacity than her sister had done to her. But at the suggestion of moss her shoulders slumped, but she perked back up with a firm nod, "Of course, I'll gather as much of it as you need, I wouldn't mess up on a students task."
“We can send a student or two with her. I’m sur e they’ll be enough to handle her in a weakened state as she is.” Pomegranatedecay eyed Sludgemilk’s form, taking note in the ragged appearance. “Besides, I doubt Mother wishes to see her right this moment. Though, I suppose we could just tell Father and allow him to pass it on. Then Mother is informed and Father as well, and we can watch over her as she collects moss.” The dark grey she-cat hummed, her eyes looking out of camp for their father, or another sibling or student who could be sent to fetch their father. If they told Mother, she would surely not wish to see Sludgemilk and be reminded of what’s occurred. But father woudl take it in with a stone heart and do as was needed. Something Pomegranatedecay had always loved about him.
