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"--but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." - R. Frost ☾ achromatic
Nearly two moons had passed since she’d made Nightclan her home, and the days had flitted by uneventfully. Sure, she’d starred in a few misadventures, including a memorable midnight encounter with Mothscatter, but she’d mostly flown under the radar as the days went by. Through the tortures, interrogations, trials, and executions, there’d hardly been a glance spent her way. Silksiren had a delicate way of navigating conflict it seemed; evading it when it was necessary, and biding her time to stir trouble when it was suitable. She sensed that the board was shifting, and the hour of action was soon upon her.
Gentle moonlight filtered down through the clouds, kissing Nightclan’s trees with soft, silver lips. Each beam was like a delicate caress, feather-light and invigorating, completely indifferent to the blood that had watered these lands in recent moons. Silksiren found that funny, in a strange sort of way; the worlds indifference to the mayhem. So much so that she began giggling right then and there. She was seated atop the old stone bridge, so her giggles carried over the river, the only sound apart from the river's bubbling. Her amusement was quite sinister, she knew — even for her.
Her insomnia had been an unanticipated symptom of killing, and it had been an ailment that lingered long past the blood washed off her paws. She never felt guilt; her sensibilities were chiseled jagged long ago, and a sentiment as porous as remorse couldn’t survive the inferno of her psyche. But still, a strange sort of awareness had stained her since her first kill, dogging her from dawn to dusk until the stars appeared to interrogate her further. But ironically, here of all places, the curse had melted away, as if she and the night had been made anew. Her mind was clear, as if she’d finally turned up the key to unlock some secret hatch in her identity — she sensed she wouldn’t have trouble sleeping once she was done here. Perhaps that’s what she found so amusing.
Her giggles wound down to silence as she heard footfalls approaching, from the woods across the bridge. She calmly turned her blue gaze to the white shape that emerged from the night. And here he was, the boy of destiny.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 27, 2022 8:53:18 GMT -5
The boy of destiny was truly meant for tragedy and tragedy only. His silent steps had never been as quick and sneaky as his mate's, but Moonblight had learned from the best he knew. Gods, he wished she was here with him tonight; every mission they had been on had always been as a pair. When they were apprentices, they'd be out hunting or sparring with one another. As a loyal guard, they had been the two youngest; when they weren't with each other, he was either paired with Phantomfox for training or told to stick by Aspenstar's side.
Being on his own didn't scare him, but there was an edge about it, the way the moon's light no longer seemed gentle but a harsh paleness that illuminated too little in a darkness that sat too heavily. Still, he had only one mission on his mind, to kill whatever his name was, Bermondsey? His kits? Whatever, it didn't matter to him at all. There was already enough blood sticking to his claws that another wouldn't make a difference.
Finally allowed out of panopticon of NightClan's camp, being in the forest without a thousand eyes on him at all times felt like a short-lived relief. He had been almost surprised that Kier allowed him out without a guard to keep him out of trouble, but then again, the tom must've known that he'd return eventually. The child soldier had never truly felt freedom at all. Groomed to listen to instructions and thrown away when he was finally sick of it, the only thing reliable about Moonblight was his dedication to his mate and soon-to-be kits.
That loyalty had never faltered, even for a cat with a thousand faces.
As he slowed to the bridge, he spotted a silhouette of a cat he didn't recognize. His eyes narrowed; once he would've greeted with a certain friendliness, and now? Now he didn't know who to trust; everyone was a spy for Kier and while he didn't care–he was already a known traitor, surprising even himself that he had yet to be killed–there were things he didn't want to risk. He didn't know why she was out here, but it was rare for Kier to allow she-cats out of his sight from what he knew.
"You should probably get back to camp before anyone realizes you're missing," he spoke as he passed her, heading for where Silksiren once called home.
“Why the long face?” She cooed from her perch. The wind had stolen the last echoes of her amusement, and what remained was a stray light-heartedness, persevering through the context of the collective misery of this place, and the added personal struggle of this boy, Moonblight. Perhaps her words were a retort to the fact that he’d hardly spared her a glance. Her ego wasn’t bruised — he was off the market, and to each their own, but she wasn’t accustomed to such dismissiveness.
She dropped down off the shoulder of the bridge as he passed, her paws crunching on shed vegetative parts, branches, needles, stems. The litter shed off her pads as she followed after him, first trailing just a few steps behind, and then slinking forward to walk with him shoulder-to-shoulder.
“I appreciate the friendly advice, but no one’s missing me at camp. You on the other hand,” she cocked her head and something akin to sympathy reflected in her sapphire optics. There was a pause, as the insinuation etched itself, and then she continued in genuinely concerned tones, “what’s he got you doing this time? Don’t give me that look, he’s made a point to piñata you around, let’s not pretend the whole clan doesn’t know this saga of yours, the tragedy we’ve been unwilling spectators of. Yours and your girl’s.” She shook her head. Poor, poor Moonblight. She recognized the cold sag in his face, the worn lines etched there, the contrived hardness that sucked the spirit in the eyes. The look of a purpose-driven killer. A midnight misdeed was underway. She’d heard a few whispered accounts of this boy roughing up some poor cats; she thought it was quite perverted to be using a loyal guard as a souped up gestapo. But hey, she wasn’t here to critique the leadership, she was just a fly on the wall. She regarded him thoughtfully, and then asked, “Is it a murder?”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 1, 2022 16:50:53 GMT -5
Moonblight was still wary, but he didn't know this cat. She certainly wasn't one of his old friends, but then again, he was certain most of them were gone by now. The apprentices he had grown up with, had all been made redundant one way or another, either by Aspenstar or by Kier, it made no difference now. His dark amber eyes stared pensively at the other cat, as if wondering whether to trust her or not. Then again, what worse can she do to him?
He had already lost his mate in a way, he hadn't seen her in moons, and his kits...gods he didn't even know whether they were born yet. He was a father and yet he had never seen his kits, he didn't even know whether they were alive or just a lie Kier was telling him to keep him loyal and subjugated to some degree. Still, Silksiren's words were...sympathetic. He wouldn't say she was kind, no one was these days, but sympathetic was almost synonymous with kindness at this point. Most cats avoided him because he was bad news, but she didn't seem as afraid. In fact, she seemed almost curious about him; he couldn't exactly understand why.
The tom contemplated whether to tell her or not. Even if he told her, it wasn't like Kier said he had to do it alone, and frankly, it'd be easier to have someone else help...
"I'm retrieving something for him," he replied gruffly, hesitating again, before his tone softened, "do you have anything to do? If you want, you can join me, and I can either get you away from here if you want to leave, or you can take credit for some of it; he hates she-cats but if you help him, he might make an exception you know."
No, she wasn’t afraid. Fear didn’t visit her much anymore; once upon a time she’d been afraid of this forest in a way, but now it was hard to see what had been so intimidating.
“I could be of assistance,” she offered, though she misliked the vagueness of the task. Her mind was a prism of cynicism — it illuminated the thousand worst case scenarios on the best of days; being unable to anticipate what she was heading into put her on edge. But she’d learn soon enough — surely this place wasn’t too far if he was recruiting strangers on the road, no traveling herbs in tow — and if this was something not to her liking she could make herself scarce before he batted an eye. The disappearing act was one of the finer ploys in her repertoire.
And there were benefits to be had too. If helping him would put her in the good graces of the powers that be, uncovering secrets would be all that much easier, even with the risks that came with exposure.
“Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice,” she meowed flatly, sapphire eyes on the dark path ahead. “I see how miserable life can be when you’re on his bad side. I might as well get ahead of the game, and put myself on his good.”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 4, 2022 18:43:00 GMT -5
It was fortunate that she didn't seem to question it much. Had it not been for Sagebristle and the kits, he would've used the first opportunity like this to escape, disappear from NightClan forever, never to look back. There were places he could go surely, even if staying with his sister wasn't a feasible possibility. There were plenty of enemies of NightClan, that was for sure, yet the fact was that he couldn't leave. Not without his family. He had lost one once, and he'd be damned if he let it happen again.
"Assistance," he echoed, before glancing up at her again. Hm...would it be worth asking her for any other help other than carrying the brood back? He still felt slightly uncomfortable with this stranger; it was strange how quickly the night had changed, how quickly all the cats he knew were gone and he was stuck feeling homeless at home, like a stranger in a new neighborhood even though he had lived there most of his life.
"You're not born in NightClan," he spoke; this was a fact for certain, he knew most of the cats he had grown up with, "did you come from outside the clans, or from another clan?" He trotted forward, not waiting for Silksiren to catch up, assuming she'd just follow. Asking for someone's life story often didn't come with any actual details these days. "Have you ever been to the forest past the mountains, or the city?"
Primal Instinct was a mysterious group really, but their reputation preceded them. "We're heading to Primal Instinct's territory, so you better watch your back," he spoke, a warning on his tone. He still didn't trust her fully, but he wouldn't have another cat's blood on his paws.
“Is that where we’re going? The city?” Some allure caught in her eyes, though he couldn’t see it on account of her gaze being trained on the road ahead, but you could hear the tilt in her voice all the same: the slightest hint of surprise marking her singsong voice. Otherwise her demeanor remained coolly composed, and she was stoney silent for a few beats as if intending not to directly answer his questions, questions which these days would more likely be pressed in an interrogation room than in idle small-talk.
She turned to him finally, and a wily smile broke through the porcelain mask. “How presumption of you to ask a lady such intrusive questions. But I suppose much worse has been lost in this regime than manners, so why should I be surprised?” Her voice was snooty, as if she was truly disappointed in this change of subject. Now it was so obvious why he’d been so willing to allow her to tag along. The art of subtlety was certainly lost on him — all the same, it would make her job easier.
And then she continued, her tone shifting back to a playful one, warm and spicy; “but, you’re correct, officer; I was neither born nor raised in Nightclan.” An abrupt pause; silence filled what would typically be an elaboration. Her eyes returned to the road, which grew progressively lighter as the trees thinned and the moon shone brighter. Then she turned back to him, eyes wide and clear for him to note the mischief reveling within. “I’ve had a few run-ins with the League. I know my way around the city, mostly, if that’s what you want to know.”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 6, 2022 9:25:06 GMT -5
KLSDGJLKDSG IS IT HAHAH I love it sm it's so funny to me
Perhaps had it been another situation, Moonblight would be a little more coy, a little more subtle, but he didn't care for that anymore. Not when he was only here, struggling to make it to the next day as if he was working minimum wage at a local mcdonalds, just clocking in and clocking out of a job he utterly despised. All he needed to do was just enough to make sure his family was safe, after all.
A snort left his mouth; had he been in another situation, Silksiren's words would've been amusing. She had a spark in her that he rarely found in the clan anymore, a spark that just reminded him of his mate. His heart ached at that thought; he wondered how Sagebristle was doing. Hopefully better than he was, though he wasn't so sure. All it did was strike that fire in his chest and that determination in his eyes. "We all have to survive here somehow," he replied dryly.
Her knowledge would be helpful, he thought. "Did you grow up in the city then? Or farther away?" he asked, remembering the way towards the forest the league found themselves in. "They don't live in a city anymore you know." He wasn't sure whether she knew that or not, but from what he had heard, they had once been in the city. It was closer to them back then, he thought. How unfortunate it was, that they were much farther from NightClan now.
“Oh really. Have they?” Her lashes batted surprise. “Well that’s a shame. I always thought the city was a fitting setting for the League — like an extension of them. Gritty, unforgiving. In its deepest bowels and darkest alleys, you could see danger in every shadow. It was a stimulating experience, not for the faint of heart.” She glanced at him, her expression growing serious. “I’ve spent some time in the city. You could say I cut my teeth there. Not that that’d help us now, if they’ve picked up and moved. I’m not familiar with their new home at all. But I know the League, in a way.”
“There are some bad characters in the League,” she continued. "You don’t want to take them lightly — or provoke them without expecting consequences. My blood has painted their paws on more than one occasion. And a few have met their maker on my account in return.” She looked at him as she finished, measuring his reaction. That’s right, she thought, you're not the only one with blood on your paws. She could be of service in that department, if it came to that. “You watch my back, I’ll watch yours. Let’s do the job and get the hell out. How’s that sound?”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 8, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
He had to admit, he was a little surprised at Silksiren's words. She seemed like a peaceful cat despite the conditions that had surely brought her to NightClan, and while he knew many joined the ranks from outside, most were loners, those who simply found a place to drift. Moonblight knew he couldn't have been the only cat to have killed; they had fought wars before, and it was really surprising there weren't more deaths among the ranks during the last few contentious disasters.
"So what's become of the city now? Did all the cats move along with Primal Instinct, or were there others?" he questioned, his gaze had only lingered a few moments too long on the other cat. At least he wouldn't be the only cat who would take that step where the lines blurred between right and necessary. He could rely on a cat who knew death by their own claws, and the tom nodded at her words. "Have you ever been to the forest near the city? Between the mountains and the sea? Who are the characters you've heard of?"
“The city still standing as far as I know,” she shrugged. “As it did before the league showed up, and as it will after they’ve left, at least until nature reclaims it. There won’t be much to find there anymore from the sound of it. Unless you like the taste of rats.” She smirked, dark amusement sparkling in her eyes.
“This forest residence of theres is haunted by ancient spirts, I’ve heard. You’re not jumpy, are you?” Her smirk deepened, as the sparkling white of her teeth flashed in the moonlight. She clearly enjoyed teasing him, probing to see if there was any humor left in his despondent soul. How much had been taken away by his enemies, how much was left? “But I digress. To answer your question: I know enough about the forest to get around, but don’t expect a tour." She wasn't keen to go into details of which characters she'd had run ins with. So she added with the shadow of a scowl, "just trust me; we don't want to mess with these League cats. So we should intercept our target and make ourselves scarce, no funny business. Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me what we’re retrieving. That’d be helpful, you know.”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 9, 2022 17:11:41 GMT -5
Moonblight could appreciate Silksiren's humour if it had been another time in his life, but his expression was still steely, still wary of everything. He wasn't sure what to believe really, ghosts and ancient spirits...they were all stories, right? Still, he could remember the all-encompassing darkness that was Primal Instinct's territory; there was a strange air about the place, he could admit to that. The forest was creepy, as if it knew him and everything else, as if it was watching his every move.
While he wasn't sure about the place, he could trust Silksiren with a little of what was going on. After all, he wasn't doing anything against the rules; he was being sent by Kier for once, and whether she helped or not, it wouldn't matter. There was no one to rat things out to if it didn't work after all. "I'm not jumpy at all," he frowned, not replying in humour, "I've been in the forest before, it's just...weird. Not somewhere I'd voluntarily live in, you know?"
He sighed, finally turning to her, searching her gaze for any signs of hesitation. "We're getting the nemesis' kits," he shrugged, "I don't know what Kier wants with them but...there's three of them left, other than the one that he's using as the royal guard right now. Three girls I think? He said that there should only be three kits around that place anyway, I guess I'll see when I get there. Any ideas how I'd distract them?"
There was alarm in her eyes, she didn’t try to hide it. Any cat would be alarmed by such an objective; snatching the Nemesis’ kids was liable to start a war. My, her voice echoed in her thoughts, this does complicate things, doesn’t it?
She was silent for a bit, back to staring down the dirt path they were following. You could almost see the gears working in her mind as she considered. And then she turned back to him, clearly not very happy, but temperate enough to indicate that she was still willing to cooperate. “Alright. Well, I don’t expect kidnapping the Nemesis' kits right under his nose will be easy to pull off. But like I said, we don’t have much of a choice, do we?” All the vivaciousness had fled from her countenance; there was a sudden edge to Silksiren, a barrenness that was rare to see from her. The gravity of the mission had changed things. She internally bristled, thinking of the rashness of it all. At turns she thought Kier was a cunning evil — other times, like now, he resembled an arbitrary maniac, wholly possessed by his personal whims. Silksiren hated unknown variables, she hated playing the odds. It was hard to stack the deck when the game was always changing. But, alas.
“We’ll have to scout the scene when we get there,” she asserted. “It’s impossible to make any tactical ploys without bearing the situation. How long will it take us to travel there?”
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Post by achromatic on Apr 9, 2022 19:01:59 GMT -5
He could see the way her shoulders visibly tensed, the way her tone immediately changed at his suggestion, and for a moment, he almost expected her to back out of this. It wasn't her mission and any cat who found themselves prepositioned with a death wish would probably turn back; he wasn't expecting her to still go along with it, and his own eyes blinked in surprise at her agreement. Oh, so he had one ally.
"I thought about bringing more cats," he admitted, "it'll make a distraction easier if we have a backup plan, but with NightClan as it is now and my...reputation...I'm not sure I'll be able to round up anyone else." He might've been a planner, but Moonblight had yet to be sent on a mission as dire as this. He was still young, even if the lines on his face said otherwise, and there was still so much he had yet to learn about the art of war and secrecy.
"I think it's better to split up," he sighed, "we'll need to disguise our scents and everything but...we need to distract them somehow, maybe get them away from the manor, and find a way to sneak in, you know? I'm not sure what's on the territory other than the seaside, the city, and mansion, but I've been there once or twice...it should take us a day or so at the most, but even if we go, we shouldn't enter at the same time; it puts us both at risk if we're caught together."
If only one of them was caught, it could be explained away, maybe they got lost or were heading to the city or something, but two was a crowd, and he didn't want to risk Silksiren's life more than he already was.
Silksiren nodded, “that’s a good idea.” And it’ll make things easier for me as well.
She was silent from then on, resigned to her own internal thoughts. The trees continued to thin the further they traveled south, until Nightclan territory came to an end — like a massive shadow at their backs — and Moonclan loomed ahead. It would be the first time she’d left this land in two moons, she realized with a start. She should feel a sense of relief. She felt quite the opposite at the moment.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 10, 2022 17:22:54 GMT -5
yessss
It didn't take long for the two of them to get to the League's borders, and Moonblight felt a certain unease run up his paws to the tip of his tail. The last time he had entered, they had been just as outnumbered. He had been with such a small group of cats–his mate, Aspenstar, and the rest of the loyal guards–that surely he should've felt terrified, but he had felt safe in the presence of Aspenstar back then, and with Sagebristle and Larkspur, everything had seemed all fine and dandy. He had nothing for want and nothing to fear.
Oh, how things had changed since then.
Now when he stared into the misty forest, that looked more sinister than ever, he wasn't so sure of himself. There was a faint skip to his heartbeat, a strange shiver that ran down his spine, as he contemplated his own fate.
"So what do you think we should do?" he spoke, staring at the forest for a moment longer before turning to the she-cat. "Split up? Meet somewhere after? Go search together?" He had said earlier that splitting up was the best idea, sure, but now staring into the face of the darkness, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Silksiren could feel the tom’s unease. It emanated from him, surrounded them, palpable enough to touch. If she were in a more buoyant mood, she certainly would have teased him about it. Instead she turned to him with a stern expression, albeit with a reassuring softness in her blue gaze. “Splitting up is for the best. It’ll be… easier to explain things if we’re caught alone, as you said. You’ll be fine.” She offered a wilted smile, as the edges of her lips strained with a strange apprehension. It really was a rare sight to see the foxy she-cat so solemn. She knew this territory. Weller then he could’ve imagined. But the face of the darkness before them unnerved her as well, if only for what she knew lay inside. “We can meet back here at… let’s say moon-high? If you don’t show I’ll just assume you were captured, and you can conclude the same about me.”
It really would have been ideal for her to go nab the kits herself. She was characteristically light on her paws, and she knew the mansion’s layout well. But she had no intention of doing so. She had a different objective in mind… a different character to get a hold of…
The ashen she-cat detached from Moonblight’s side, and trotted towards the blackness of an outcrop of trees. She looked over her shoulder once, to give him one more level glance. “Good luck.” And with that she was gone, vanished into the shadows as quickly as an apparition.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 11, 2022 20:12:40 GMT -5
Moonblight knew that there were few things that could be set in stone at this point; whatever happened on this mission, he'd have to think on his paws. He gave Silksiren a nod, glancing already at the sky to keep track of what time they were at, and how long they'd have left. In his mind, he prayed for both of their well-beings, before disappearing in the other direction. While Silksiren headed deeper into the forest, he moved towards the coast, wondering what he'd be able to find.
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Bermondsey wasn't at the mansion; had Moonblight entered without a distraction, he would've surely been away all the same. The sea was a comforting place for him. It was frigid and cold, even in the spring, but it didn't matter much to him. His eyes were narrowed, staring at the horizon that was awash in a greyscale, as if the world was somewhat devoid of colour. In a way, it felt like the world truly was in the cloudy days, when the sky was angry and dark.
