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"I want DayClan apples. And you're getting them for me." Skeletalrose demanded of Sludgemilk. Pregnancy cravings were hell to deal with, and today all she wanted was one of the apples she'd had once upon a time when she was a young cat trying to take over DayClan. Her mouth watered at the thought, even though she had no clue if they were even in season right now or not.
"I know, and you're getting me an apple." Skeletalrose insisted, apparently not taking no for an answer. "I want an apple, and my mate is in no condition to get it for me. So you'll have to do."
"Wait? Why is he in no condition to help, what happened with that?" Sludgemilk asked, but decided to just move on, it wasn't going to help her situation, "And even if you want an apple, I don't know what kind you'd want. So maybe you should just tag along with me?"
"He's been ill for a while, I shouldn't be surprised that you ignore what's going on." Or haven't been around enough to hear. But still. "I guess I can go. But if I get hurt, it's your head mom will carve as payback for my kits."
"I really don't like this arrangement already..." Sludgemilk muttered before straightening um with a forced smile, "Sorry, old habits of complaining out loud are to break when you used to be a royal snob. You know how it is more than literally everyone," She said before uneasily turning away to start walking.
"Definitely. And Pomegranatedecay doesn't ever let us forget it, does she." Skeletalrose mused once she was certain they were out of earshot of the WinterClan cats. It wasn't necessarily camaraderie, but perhaps still the only lack of utter disdain Sludge had gotten in a while.
"So what color is this apple, we talking yellow, red, green... I'm not really an expert in apples, I don't know if there's more. Is there even a yellow apple?" Sludgemilk wondered.
"Bright pinkish-red, like blood stained paws." Skeletalrose answered instantly, "And I don't know. Perhaps you'll find me a new favorite." Maybe she could bring some back to WinterClan... scratch that, that would make mom mad. Sigh.
"You know I never ate apples there, I'm just going to guess which is great if I plucked one from you," Sludgemilk said with amusement, "After all I was doing... Other things when I was in DayClan," She blushed.
Skeletalrose glanced at Sludgemilk, eyeing her sister up and down. "And we see where that kind of attitude got you. So now you have to make up for it."
Sludgemilk grinned and opened her mouth and then shut it, walking silently alongside her sister, pushing the snow up and down. Pomegranatedecay had made it clear she was below them now, that she needed to not speak so freely. And if she didn't know what she could say she should just shut up so... Maybe it was better to play it safe and just hush up to her sister as much as possible? She decided to try it as they walked.
For a while Skeletalrose was content to walk in silence, but quickly grew tired of it. "You've stopped talking." She commented, her tone neither approving nor disproving.
"If you knew what Pomegranatedecay did to me the night before my wedding then you'd know I would never want to risk speaking out of turn again," Sludgemilk said simply and honestly.
(She hasn't had the wedding rped out, but we'll say it already happened since it should be uneventful)
Sludgemilk looked surprised at the question, but only looked down, "Um... She took me to the river and," There was shame bleeding into her eyes, "She made them dunk my head if I didn't grovel to her fast enough. And after a while you run out of words. I wish I could say that was all she had done, but there was so much more... I don't know is this boring you?" She asked looking at Skeletalrose.
"Quite the opposite. I find that very interesting." Skeletalrose actually wore a sadistic little smile across her features, as if enjoying the tale of her sister's pain. "Continue."
"Are you?" Sludgemilk said only beginning to process her sisters expression, "Mmm," She grumbled with a bit of disapproval, but more so embarrassment to continue, "Eventually I had nothing else to say so she drowned me completely, but knew when to stop. I was numb, I couldn't feel anything. Then-" She just sighed and held out her paw, "I mean just look," She said, stopping to show her declawed paws off, "One by one. The numbness might have been a mercy."
Skeletalrose was almost giddy with glee at the tales of her sister's torture, and she paused for a moment to inspect Sludgemilk's paw. "All of them? On just this paw or them all?" She was most definitely too happy about this, though she'd have been just as happy as if it were anyone else's pain, it had nothing to do with Sludgemilk's previous actions.
"All of them, I can forget doing anything normally again, like climb a tree for instance. But the apple trees are small so I should just be able to jump," Sludgemilk reassured, "And then lastly they fastened me up in pine tree branches and made me sleep in a pile of thorns because she's a sadistic freak!" Sludgemilk raised a paw with annoyance, "See, this is why I was trying to have a quiet walk because things like that break through."
