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Snowblister had been relishing in the power she had as deputy. Nightclan was being broken down, she could see it in their worn eyes, their ragged pelts, their defensive, fearful looks at her and Kier and the true loyalists. She didn't think she would love it so much. Yet there was a sense of otherness. Of isolation. Truly, she was alone in it; her mother wanted nothing to do with her now, nobody wanted to be around her, and Kier wasn't one she particularly wanted to hang around with outside of business hours. She had moved out of the warriors' den and into her own crevice, a small space just to the left of the stone pillar, yet it was empty and dark. If she wasn't running classes, watching her clan with eyes akin to those of a hawk and ears just as sharp, or eating, she was in there. Thinking, napping, staring at the wall and watching the shadows move across her vision, occasionally whispering to herself.
Now, in the dim light of the moon and the reflection of the water, she stepped out of her den, shaking out her fur. It was a dusty white, slightly curled with messiness and the dampness of their camp. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed those that still littered outside of their dens. She called to the last cat her eyes landed on.
"Tigerlily!" She meowed, halfway cheerful, halfway demanding, voice echoing off the cavern walls. Her eyes widened with a strange sort of friendliness, "come, come, dear; a hunt? Not that you'll need it, of course," she laughed, walking up to the black she-cat but passing her, already moving towards the exit without an answer. It wasn't like she could refuse regardless. Perhaps it was her situation that interested her the most about Tigerlily. She had recently, miraculously, been promoted from queen to warrior, despite Kier's strange wishes to keep the queens there. She heard there had been a tragedy. She wanted to know more.
Tigerlily startled harshly, jerking and turning wide eyes towards Snowblister, blinking and slow on the uptake before she scrambled to her paws and hurried after the other. A shiver ran through her at the deputy calling her by name to hunt, a reverent wish that she would wake up suddenly and it had all been an oddly vivid nightmare. But as she followed the other she-cat on quick steps she realized there would be no waking up. Following that she realized that even if she did wake up it would be in no better a place than she currently was. She had already dug her grave and been standing in it for a long while, she was simply waiting for something to finally bury her. To cover her in grave dirt and muffle her screams of torment.
The black she-cats steps were light as she did her best to be silent, to not draw the deputies attention her. She desperately kept her eyes away from the larger she-cat not wanting to temp the other towards conversation. Though she was sure she would not manage to escape it. Everything she had seen and heard of the she-cat told her that being in the others presence would bring her nothing but pain. Rather emotional or physical it didn't matter; Tigerlily was getting much to used to pain. One large walking bruise that would never heal, tied to her place of misery as she was.
Already she knew she would not get any hunting done, much to nervous to properly scent out prey. Much to nervous to drag her glance away for long. Desperate to keep her eyes on the predator in her mist. Already she was mentally preparing herself to listen to the possible mocking that would come from that failure. Snowblister had already set the tone of cruelty for this meeting, Tigerlily would just have to suffer it.
"Whatever you catch, you bring to me, I hope you recall," she purred. Snowblister herself probably wouldn't be doing so much as lifting a paw to help, but she wanted to watch. Like a test of sorts, though she wasn't exactly sure what it was about. Tigerlily wouldn't step out of line, it was rather obvious in the way she had sucked up at the clan meeting. She led them through the pitch blackness of the exit, left the trickling water of the caves behind them and didn't say a word until they were out in the clear, fresh, pine-scented air. Clouds littered the sky. The wind picked up.
Her stride didn't slow, she didn't even check to see if Tigerlily was following. Not until they reached the sprawling river, the land bridge stretching through it. Finally, she almost fully stopped, gave Tigerlily a nod to go ahead, but the invitation was cold. She walked beside her.
"So!" She started, voice just as loud as it had been in the cave, but there was no echo to amplify it, "I heard something so, utterly awful happened a while back," but there was a note of interest in her words, like she wasn't actually upset by it, "that must be just so difficult — take this as … a distraction, if you will. Fresh air will do you good." It was a similar thing to what she had done with Aspenstar, walked along with her, asked for her problems, and with Kier, where the air was more fizzling and stiff. They were all just so easy to read, and she wondered if Tigerlily realized it, unlike the others. The ground squelched with moisture from the river around them. The shadows moved.
Tigerlily chaffed under the expectations, she chaffed under the words despite the lack of depth they held. It didn't matter, it didn't make a difference if Snowblister mocked her outright or through looks alone. Her presence alone was enough to suck the air from her lungs, it was enough to be reminded. The other knew well that this would do her no good, it would make no difference to Tigerlily if she was in the fresh air or the stagnant damp air of the cave. It would not change anything about her situation, it would cast no new light onto her troubles. She fought desperately to keep her head above the water, to not drown and prove Kier right.
She had already sacrificed so much for even this liberty, this freedom that was now being used to twist her further. Daring to look towards the other she felt her heart twist. Snowblister blossomed under this new reign, she shone with a radiant cruelty that was quiet and unassuming in it's viciousness. She was not bold like Kier, she did not whisper to Eve to eat the apple as he did. No she was a specter, she watched and she took advantage of others failings. Tigerlily had no doubts that Snowblister was a shark in the waters, who frenzied at the scent of blood. The warrior, what a joke, Tigerlily wished to be proven wrong in her assumptions. But she was confident that when she fell, when she stumbled under this weight under this pressure Snowblister would be there to sneer down at her.
"Yes. A tragedy." She finally managed to choke as she looked away and took a deep breath. Reminding herself she had made it this far, she just needed to keep walking, she needed to keep moving. She could rest when she had redeemed herself, for now she deserved this suffering. For now she had earned this and she would endure this. "Thank-you for you consideration."
Yes. A tragedy. She seemed adamant to move on, but Snowblister wasn't satisfied with that. If she were to think about it for more than a few moments, she would begin to question why she was so interested, why she was so involved with this she-cat who she had never even met. Perhaps it was simple morbid curiosity. Perhaps there was the deeper, underlying need to attempt to understand a mother's grief. Her own mother had grieved the death of Snowblister's littermate, but she had turned cold, icy, and hateful. Or maybe Tigerlily was just an easy target. Snowblister decided to let the thoughts go.
The land bridge tapered slightly, allowing river water to lap at its edges, and there Snowblister stopped, gesturing for Tigerlily to stop as well. She would have gotten the message regardless, but she liked that extra tilt of power. She stared at her own reflection for a moment, noticing how it shifted until it was no longer hers, but a small, sopping little kit. She looked away, "nobody really takes the time to fish anymore. I'm awfully bored of mice and squirrels and," she shivered, "lizards. I hate their scales," she laughed, but it wasn't even much of a joke. She backed away so she could lay comfortably without her fur getting too soaked, and flicked a paw towards the river.
"I'm assuming your talk with Kier went well — but, between us, I wouldn't trust him as far as … anything, really," she laughed, because it wasn't just between them, was it? Snowblister was fairly vocal about her opinion on him, and Kier was vocal about his disdain for her. It was obvious they didn't get along, from the way they looked at each other, the way that, when they passed each other in camp, their gazes lingered threateningly. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have said a thing on him, but something compelled her. Blood oath be damned, she would still keep her guard up around him, and she only expected the same courtesy back.
Tigerlily approached the edge of the water, one ear flicked back to listen and stared at her reflection in the water. She was a little to skinny to be called pretty anymore, and her eyes lacked something that most others had though she refused to consider what it was. It was the mention of Kier that had her raising her head slightly and turning to glance back at the other. The black she-cat considered for a moment, or perhaps wish was a better way to state it, that she should have approached Snowblister in the beginning. But for all the she-cat spoke Tigerliily wasnt sure the other would have truly had the power to get her back into the warriors den.
"Kier has lived up to his end of our... bargain." She dared to say, and didn't elaborate past that. In truth there wasn't much for her to say, she had built a noose for herself and Kier had simply used the tools she had so thoughtlessly given to end her in his own sadistic way. Turning back to the water she tentatively poked the water with a paw and found it cold enough for her to flinch back. The water would not normally be an issue, the issue was more that Tigerlily had never fished a day in her life. Her reflection still stared back at her, dead fish eyes and all.
"Why are we out here?" She finally bit out and turned to look at Snowblister, flicking her tail out to encompass the area around them. "You truly cannot expect me to believe you will sit there patiently while I learn how to fish. And how am I to learn how to fish when I am afraid that with you at my back I am more likely to end up in the river." Her former fire burned bright in this moment, giving a glimpse towards the she-cat she used to be. Her head was raised for once but just as quickly as she found some fire again she felt it cooling and let out a heavy sigh, shoulders dropping once more.
