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The forest was eerily silent, even as the two walked. Primrosetuft could hear nothing but the beating of her own heart, her breath, as she tried to slow it. The only thing she could think of was her three daughters. Their faces flashed in her head as she limped, her paw giving her a shock if she was to try and walk on it. Her lips were pressed together, her head down. Snowblister had caught her on another clans territory, purely because she'd been feeling the effects of being unhappy in NightClan. It had not been the same since her foster sister had started to lose her mind... Now Kier was there. Primrosetuft had been kicked from the loyal guard entirely, and she felt... helpless. She watched as her clanmates were tortured, brainwashed, and worse. Her worries for her own kits clouded her mind, but she felt an internal fight going on.
She was unsure if she could keep this up. Keep pretending and watching as her clan began to fall apart before her eyes. When she'd become a loyal guard, part of it was not just to guard her leader. It was also to guard and protect her clan. How could she have let this happen? Her head lifted slightly and her eyes slowly moved over to Snowblister as they came closer to the camp entrance. Finally, they entered and she paused.
Snowblister said not a word as they left Dayclan, only led them back with a straight-face and a slight threatening look in her eye. She was irked, truthfully, and perhaps it was nothing more than an excuse — two members of the loyal guard were already torn down, she wanted to make it four — and Primrosetuft being so far from Nightclan, so close to a clan that could be their enemy, talking to an apprentice from there like they were engaging in simple morning chatter. It was almost easy.
When they reached the camp, Snow pushing Primrosetuft down the dark walkway and into the cavern rather roughly, she immediately led them to the Prisoners den. She didn't let her pause, didn't let her take a moment to think, to breathe, to settle, "come, dear, we can't have you roaming so freely." She nodded to the guards.
Her black fur spiked. Primrosetuft spun around, her shoulder bumping into Snowblister's. "No. No, what are you doing?" It was almost as if panic suddenly set into the warrior's body. "You can't put me in there." Her sides were heaving, and her eyes seemed wild. Her fellow guards had already been thrown in there, was she next?
This was enough. This one simple action had broke her. "No! You can't keep doing this to our clan! You can't, Kier can't! This isn't NightClan anymore! This is a nightmare!" She shook her head, voice rising and cats beginning to gather with wide eyes. Primrosetuft backed away from Snowblister, her teeth bared. "I've been silent for too long! I will not continue to be. You've ruined our clan, this is nothing but a clan of ruins and fear! Making our kits fight, torturing my clanmates! I will not be silent anymore!"
Wide green eyes watched, and her ears pinned back. Pantherpaw knew what was going on immediately. She'd seen the change in her mother, seen the way she became a hallow shell of nothing as the clan descended more into chaos. Now, this must have been her breaking point, but along with the breaking point came what the cats of the clean feared. The prison, the torture, the eventual cause of death. A lump formed in her throat, and she turned quickly to find her sisters. "Cascadepaw! Duskpaw!" Her eyes were wide and fearful as she called out their names, pushing through the crowd in search of them.
No matter what she was doing, it seemed as if the young she-cat always had an eye on the entrance to camp. She knew exactly who was and wasn't within the confines, and she carefully tracked each of these comings and goings. She had been passively waiting for her mother to return, busying herself with camp tasks the way any good servant would. This was standard for her; Cascadepaw was known to do her tasks without comment. It was easier that way, as it made her the complete opposite of a threat. This made cats less wary of her, more likely to say a little too much when she was just within earshot. Her dedicated submission kept her squarely located within a she-cat's role, domestic duties that did not rupture Kier's omnipresent misogyny. If she adopted herself to the role of a goodwife, if she devoutly heralded his conservative notions of gender roles, she would slip between the cracks. In such slippages, there was potential, potential that she appreciated.
When her mother came into camp, and she rose to her paws. Concern flickered through her gaze; it probably wasn't good that her mother seemed to have a chaparogne, particularly when said cat was the deputy. What had her mother done? Her jaw clenched slightly, before she rose to her paws. Something was going on, and by the sound of her mother's rising voice, it was nothing good. Concern flecked across her gaze, what was going on? When she saw her mother be marched into the prisoners den, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Although it was not difficult to end up in the prison, being confined to it was... never a good sign. It meant that Primrosetuft had stepped out of line; why had she stepped out of line? She was about to make her way over to the deputy and her mother to offer a passive meow when she heard her sister's voice. A hint of relief flecked in her eyes; it was not good for a she-cat to step out of line, and she was slightly comforted by the fact she would be with her sister before she confronted her mother.
"Pantherpaw," she meowed, her voice soft. She didn't carry the same fear in her gaze that her sister carried in her voice; Cascadepaw would never let the clan see her sweat. She was strongly committed to her own dissemblance, after all. "What's going on?" she asked, the only sign of emotion a soft undertone of concern.
Snowblister could only laugh, "I can't?" She shoved her forward, resisting the urge to simply drag Primrosetuft in herself, "Trespassing on enemy territory, skipping duties and," she paused as the she-cat continued screeching, "treason. Best you go in quietly, I assure you, you don't want to alternative." Quickly, hardly moving her head, Snowblister peered over her shoulder, spotting the three young apprentices, confused and fearful, too similar to Primrosetuft, and she turned back with a slight grin, an empty laugh. "Hardly an example for your kits. Now get!"
Snowblister turned to the guards as she finally forced Primrosetuft into her prison, "do what you can to keep her there. But I want her to reach the end of the night alive, thank you. I'll be reporting this to Kier, of course." She stalked off, slowing as she passed the three apprentices, and Duskpaw, having joined her siblings when the commotion started, shrunk back. "I'll see you three in your classes. They'll be starting soon." It was almost too curt, too cheerful, for the event that had taken place.
Duskpaw resisted the urge to barge in with her mother, eyeing the entrance uneasily, then turning to look at her siblings beside her. She was the naturally quiet type, clingy to her family and falsely cheerful around her clanmates, doing whatever she could to direct attention away from herself. Someone to fade into the background, someone to do what she was told to do and nothing more. When her mother left, returning shortly after with the deputy in tow, Duskpaw had hung back, watching, only moving when they approached the prisoner's den.
"What do we do?" She whispered, voice panicked and urgent, paws shuffling, "what do we do? I don't know what happened — she left and returned and. . ."
At the screams and protests, Kier stuck his head out of his den, watching as Snowblister shoved Primrosetuft towards the prisons. Silently, he wandered out, following at an unhurried pace in their wake, just observing with quiet interest; not interest because he cared, not even particularly because he wanted to know what was going on in his Clan, but just because some violent spectacle was happening and he wanted to lurk about it. The curiosity was almost innocent, just a jackal roused from sleep and subconsciously drawn to slaughter. When his deputy turned and stalked towards him, he let her pass with no more than a light tap on her foreleg to force her to acknowledge him, and then raised brows — not disapproving, not sardonic. Just a faint question. What did she do? Whatever else was between them, he trusted her judgement.
Then, stepping around her, he plastered on an ebullient expression and made his way over to the lingering spectators. He caught only the final words — what do we do? What do we do? — and the idea that they thought they could do anything at all made him all sorts of giddy. Their fear set his heart fluttering.
"What happened, my dear," Kier greeted Duskpaw cheerily, slinging a paw about her shoulders and pulling her close, "is that your mother did something ol' Snowy didn't like." He smiled, then let her go to sweep around and sit before the three apprentices. For a moment, he just looked at them all; then his ears pricked and his head tilted slightly, and a slow grin spread across his face as he seemed to listen to Primrosetuft's wails and treasonous shouts. He laughed, a high, tittering sort of sound, and as he did his shoulders shook. "Well," he continued, returning his attention to the disgraced Guard's daughters with a pleased, hooded-eyed smile, like he'd been fed a feast fit to put anyone to drowsy sleep. "If she goes on like that, we won't have to listen to it much longer. Will we?" In the smiling silence, his gaze flicked between each of them in turn, narrow and, beneath the calm, friendly cheer, watchful and cruel. "I hope nothing untoward is being schemed in this sweet little congregation." It sounded like a joke. "That wouldn't be very fine, would it?" He grinned, perfectly casual. His eyes wandered to Duskpaw again, and he didn't blink as he locked gazes with her, staring. "Just wouldn't do."
Primrosetuft jerked her head towards the motion of Snowblister. Her eyes landed on all three of her daughters, and they rounded. Then she saw Kier speaking to them, slinking around like a snake after his prey. Then, she was shoved into the prison, her yells loud as she fought back. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could save her now.
Pantherpaw sucked in a sharp breath. Her ears flicked back and pinned against her skull as she watched Kier wrap his paw around her sister, her eyes glancing over at Cascadepaw. She quickly flicked her ears back up and took a step back. Anxiety rushed through her body. Kier made her nervous, perhaps well, because of the power he had. Pantherpaw could feel her fur spiking, but she fell to silence. Thinking, if she didn't speak to him, maybe she wouldn't have to speak to him at all.
She didn't notice Kier's appearance until he had materialized beside her, slinging a bony, slender arm around her wide shoulders and pulling her close. Before she could stop herself, her face contorted in disgust. She didn't want to be near him, she didn't want to be near any of this, and it took all her energy to not writhe away. Instead, she stared up at him, yellow eyes wide and round and fearful, meeting his.
"Can we visit her? Please, it'll keep her calm." Duskpaw knew it was a hopeless thing to ask, that the answer would be no — Kier seemed so dead set on tearing apart families, and it was difficult to keep their own afloat with such ideals. Finally, with a tiny touch of courage, she slipped out from under Kier's hold, shuffling closer to Pantherpaw.
"How does she get out? Can she get out?" Her anxiety bubbled, made her heart skip, the noise and staring eyes making her fur prickle.
"Visit her?" Kier laughed, genuine and taken aback, like she'd just delivered the most terrifically droll joke. "Where do you want to visit her? The gallows? Come to think of it, maybe you'll see her sooner — Snowblister likes her trials, doesn't she? Maybe you'll get to send your very own mother off to slaughter." He laughed again, paw to his chest, and he looked at Duskpaw with true fondness. "No, my dear, the only way you'll be visiting your mother is when she's carted off in a body bag." His voice was silky as he continued. "Chin up, I'm really very jealous — there are those of us that'd kill for this opportunity. And you're being handed it on a silver platter. Come now, did she never hurt you? Never make you feel unloved? Never, oh," paw coming up to grip Duskpaw's chin and cheeks gently but firmly in his claws, he laughed absently, eyes wandering away, "I don't know, favour one of your sisters over you?"
As he mentioned them, his gaze drifted over Pantherpaw and Cascadepaw, idle, not very interested. He was aware of Pantherpaw trying to keep herself silent, and he wanted to tell her that trying so hard to be invisible was the surest way to get noticed. In fact, he did. Letting go of Duskpaw, he dropped his forepaw back beside the other with a pointed little thump, looking faintly irritated, like Pantherpaw could at least try harder. He was worth that, wasn't he? Did he have to train everyone to do everything? "You'd really make the worst spy in history. If you don't want to be here, why don't you just take your chances and scurry off to, oh, I don't know — FallClan?" He said it both like it just happened to be the first name that came to mind, blurted out, and like who would want to be in FallClan? It was a mocking suggestion; if she tried, she wouldn't make it past the tree line.
When the leader slunk up, Cascadepaw immediately bowed her head in respect. She would not make eye contact with the tom; it was not her place to do so. Instead, she shot a quick, cold glare to her sister, one that suggested that she shut up right now. Did she have no sense of self-preservation? Did she not realize that if her mother was on death's doorstep, they were close behind if they didn't act properly? Her gaze then moved back to the ground.
"My sister did not mean to suggest that, sir," she meowed, her tone reverent. To her sisters, it might seem like a betrayal, how detached her voice was. "We trust your judgement. If our mother has done something to deserve the prison, it means she has betrayed the clan." Please, for the love of god, do not challenge me, sisters. "NightClan cannot afford to have members that betray the integrity of the group." Her gaze, still focused on the ground, was vacant of all emotions. Of course, this did not suggest she didn't feel anything. When he touched his sister, there was a part of her that wanted to yell out, a part of her that wanted to rush to her mother's side, to face whatever consequences lay ahead. However, that part was much smaller than the part of her that knew at the end of the day, she would do anything that kept herself alive. "If my sisters held similar beliefs as our mother, you would be the first to know, sir." Her words carried an honesty to them that was perhaps surprising. She was lying through her teeth, she would protect her siblings at any cost, but Kier didn't need to know that. "It is not of our place to question your decisions, and I deeply apologize for Duskpaw's outburst."
She was called out. Her body tensed, and her green eyes shifted to meet Kier's eyes. Her lips pressed together as she tried to make herself a little taller. Her chest puffed out a little, and she found herself trying to seem less scared, less intimidated. Pantherpaw fluffed her black coat, and shook her head. "FallClan is not my home, NightClan is my home, Kier." She mewed, her voice oddly strong despite what silence had previously fallen upon her. As Cascadepaw spoke, her eyes did not break away from Kier. Instead, she held his gaze. It was not challenging, but rather, curious now, yet still a bit... unsure. Her mother's life was on the line. Was there anything she could give him or do for him that would spare her?
Duskpaw pulled her face away from Kier's hold, gaze landing on her sisters, partly offended, partly hurt. If our mother has done something to deserve the prison, it means she has betrayed the clan. Her brows set at the words and she turned away, shoulders slumping from where they had previously been tense. She didn't know how Cascadepaw could bring herself to say it, even when she was lying, especially when the prisoner's den was right in view. Instead of saying anything, she bowed her head, ears flattening, though her defiance was just as loud. Perhaps it would do her good to give in, to comply like her sisters, but she felt terrible even thinking that way.
Her head lifted, though her gaze didn't meet Kier's. "Can we be excused, please? I'm. . ." her lips pursed for a moment, as if the words pained her, "I'm sorry for what I said. We won't cause any more problems." She had to stop herself from ushering her sisters away immediately after the words left her mouth, claws digging into the ground restlessly, eyes downturned.
