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Summerclan was lost, and Sagebristle was relieved.
The whole occupation had had her questioning where her loyalties lay, and what moral code she wanted to uphold- her own, or Aspenstar's. Now that they were in full retreat, trooping back to Nightclan in the strange dawn lighting, she could breathe a little easier. Still, there were revelations that had to be dealt with- the primary one being that Sagebristle had taken a blow from Moonblight for a Summerclan she-cat- and that she-cat had turned out to be his sister.
The tabby turned to her mate, who was walking in silence beside her. With a sweep of her tail, she gestured for him to walk with her a ways away from the rest of the Nightclan cats. When they were out of earshot, she tried to summon a wry smile. "Well, didn't I guess that Evenie was in Summerclan?" She asked him weakly, watching his expression to try and see how he was feeling.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 21, 2021 12:12:30 GMT -5
Moonblight had been in a daze since the incident in SummerClan.
He knew that there was most certainly going to be consequences for their failure to capture the clan. He wasn't even supposed to be there, but he had gone looking for Sagebristle, and he had been so caught up by all of this, his own frustration with everything in life immediately pulled out by the jabs from those damn SummerClan cats...
Then his world had stopped. Evenie. What was her name now? What had that other cat called her? Sunpaw? How ironic, he almost laughed, that they had grown up together as tight as thieves and now they were as different as the sun was from the moon. She was still a light into the world and he had seen his reflection as nothing more than a ghost of who he once was.
It had stopped him in his tracks, and even now, he had yet to take his mind off of it. When Sagebristle came over, pulling him away from the others, his expression hadn't changed from the slight furrow of his brow, the closed tight-lipped frown still on his face, his eyes clouded by an emotion unreadable.
The name was a different feeling coming out of Sagebristle's mouth. Right. She had been the one to stop him from making a mistake that would've killed him. As his eyes met Sagebristle's, he only felt a sort of gratefulness, that she had pulled him off when she could. "Yeah I guess you were right," he spoke, his voice quiet at first, before it cracked, the slightest shift in that facade of his, "I guess you were right about everything."
He was fighting the emotion from emerging in the thickness of his voice. "You talked to her," he spoke quietly, his brow furrowing again, "did you know her?"
"No, I took a blow for a random apprentice," Sagebristle quipped, before flicking back an ear. "Ack, sorry. It's not the time for jokes, is it?" Openly expressing vulnerability, or seeing others vulnerable, was still new territory to her, and she had to make a conscious effort to not brush it off. "I did know her- as Sunpaw. I had no idea who she was to you."
The idea that these two seemingly separate cats in her life were somehow siblings seemed ludicrous still, and she took a breath before continuing. "I mean we weren't friends, exactly. Not that I have many friends to begin with. She was... sweet. Kind of gossipy and naive at times, but she was kind. Sometimes when we spoke, she reminded me of you, but I never connected the dots."
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Post by achromatic on Dec 21, 2021 19:47:01 GMT -5
He raised a brow at her comment, before snorting at her words. It really wasn't the time for a joke but he couldn't help but find a certain dry amusement with it all too. It was all such a strange incident, figuring out his sister was alive and that Sagebristle had a meetcute with her at some point. How strange the world really was, he thought. That this was how he'd reunite with his family.
"Yeah," he replied with a shrug, "I didn't think this was how we'd see each other again either." He had imagined there to be more excitement, more 'oh my god where have you been' and 'here's what you missed' instead of fighting and going at each other's throats. "What about her reminded you of me?" he asked, curious. He wanted to know more about her, and he could feel the ache in his heart. How had he missed out on so much, all these years?
"She was nosy," Sagebristle responded with an amused huff. "It reminded me of when my dad came back and you wouldn't leave me alone when I told you to bug off. She seems more naive than you, but I guess I always know when you're playing at cluelessness." Realizing he'd want more details about his estranged sibling, she continued.
"Most cats seemed to like her in Summerclan. She had friends, a father figure-" a bit of bitterness crept into her tone before it was shaken out- "a good support system, as far as I can tell. She seemed... happy. She mentioned losing her father and brother when she got sick as a kit, but it was in passing. I think you'd like her still, and she'd like you. You should- you should find a way to get back and see her."
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Post by achromatic on Dec 22, 2021 18:56:40 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile to himself, a strange feeling of nostalgia and yearning echoing deep in his chest. Moonblight wasn't the kind of cat to get emotional, but the chuckle that left his mouth sounded a little wet. "Did you really?" he replied almost sheepishly. He had thought he was doing a pretty good job back then, but he supposed that he was an easier book to read than he thought he was.
Still, he was happy. He was happy she had friends and a father figure, even if he had never gotten the same. He wondered, did she miss their dad? Their family? Did she ever miss him? The longing turned into a tingling in his paws, a sadness that lingered in his eyes. When Sagebristle mentioned that they should meet, all he could feel was the shame that threatened to overcome him.
"I don't think she would," he admitted, looking rather upset now, "especially after...after you know. I bet she'll never want to see me again." There was a vulnerability in his voice that he rarely showed, and he could only feel even more shame, that Sagebristle was seeing him like this. He took a deep breath, before settling into a neutral expression again, as if nothing had ever happened.
"We're probably better living separate lives," he affirmed, even if he didn't believe it himself, "you know, we've lived separate lives until now, so it won't be any different, but it's nice to know she's doing fine." It was clear that his facade was cracked from the start.
