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Everybody knew what had happened between the queen of Nightclan herself and Kier's monstrous, vengeful sister from the League. News spread like wildfire the moment Eris had stumbled into camp and disappeared into the medicine cat's den, and rumours only worsened as Kate was hauled into the prisoner's den, beaten and bleeding yet still carrying a fire. Snowblister could respect it — she actually did, putting her own unadmitted fondness aside. She had watched from the shadows of her den the day Kate was brought in, initial confusing morphing into something akin to amusement. It wasn't a surprise, but she was shocked that Kier had gone after her himself, considering how many brutes he had at hand. Sibling rivalry, she almost envied it. Snowblister had put off visiting her for a few days, planning to just watch from afar, see how it developed and then decide to dip her toes in, because it wasn't her business, as much as she enjoyed the tension of it. It was between Kier, his mate, and Kate. But her curiosity got the better of her as Eris, now a more active member of camp once more, stalked her way out of the den, pushing her way past Snowblister, though the force hardly moved her.
"Watch it, brute." Eris hissed, not turning to look at her. She flicked droplets of blood from her paw.
Snowblister regarded her with a slight twitch of her whiskers, clearly unfazed. "Of course, m'lady." With a short huff and nothing more, Eris walked off, either unknowing or uncaring of the deputy's clear sarcasm. It had only driven her curiosity higher, and before finally poking her head into the prisoner's den, she made a stop at the medicine cat's den, collecting enough herbs that would make life at least a little more bearable for Kate. She didn't question why she was doing this. Squeezing into the den, bundle of herbs in her jaws, she stood just before Kate, easily catching her despite the gloom. The other prisoners shuffled but said no words. They were very aware of what she could do.
She sat down in front of her, dropping the herbs at her paws. "You really pissed them off." It was clear that she found the situation amusing, despite the darkness of it. Perhaps she was simply numb to it, or perhaps she was bitter. "At least you're supposed to be here this time."
Her body stung, every wound felt festered and she could hardly move at this point. Kate was half sitting, half hunched over. She looked beaten down beyond words, blood dripped from her face onto the cold hard prison floor. Cats stared at her in horror almost, as if to ask why she kept egging Eris on with words. Yet, they also shone from shock and even a bit of excitement that this cat was holding on so dearly to her attitude. She was breathing heavy, and her paws shook. This was normal routine now, one would come and speak to her. Inflict pain on her, she'd egg it on, and it would get worse. Eventually, making them angry enough to leave. It was almost like a game.
What she didn't expect, was to see the beauty walking in. Her bright furs were like a beacon in this dark prison, her beauty making Kate blink a few times in shock. "Well... look what the cat dragged in..." She muttered softly, letting her eyes take in each sweep of Snowblister's tail. She shifted to where she was sitting a little straighter, revealing a scratch along her chest that seemed rather deep. There were several others, however that was the most fresh.
"Of course I did. I'll do it again." She snorted, as if this cat expected any less. "I won't be here forever." It was a fact, she believed it completely. Her eyes then shifted to look at the herbs, ears flicking questioningly. Had she come to help her? Why? Then she trailed them back to Snowblister, holding her gaze, silent this time. Waiting.
She regarded Kate with a tinge of mirth in her eyes at the she-cat's resistance. "Bold to assume," she hummed, though there was no disbelief in her tone, and moved on to spread out the herbs before her. She examined the wound on her chest, eyes squinting in the darkness. Pushing a wad of goldenrod towards her, she silently motioned for Kate to chew it and apply it herself — Snowblister may be going out of her way to help her out, but she wasn't doing everything for her.
"They don't want you dead," she pushed some horsetail over as well, moving on to untangle the cobwebs around her paws, "Twilightdance is busy, and Lavenderpaw can't do his job for the life of him." She rolled her eyes. It was almost surprising how adept at herbs she was, how carefully she studied and handled them — for the most part, she had taught herself, driven by some fear of a preventable, bloody death, and though she wasn't knowledgeable on things like coughs, colds, and illnesses, she at least knew how to treat and wrap a wound. Not that she ever told anybody, and not that she ever offered her help, either. It was strange that she was using it here, with a she-cat she had only met once and escorted to the border immediately after, sparing her only a few stray thoughts after until she had almost fizzled out of memory. Perhaps Snowblister was drawn to her confidence, or her connection to Kier, or the fact that since the night they met she wouldn't stop popping back into her life, or maybe it was just the unease she had felt then, just after the murder of her mother. Kate had been a welcome distraction then, and Nightclan certainly was no walk in the park for her now.
Kate took her gaze between the herbs and the deputy. She kind of scoffed in disbelief, but moved to grab the stuff and began chewing. She didn't show much distaste, but rather like she were struggling even to simply chew. Once she'd finished she set to applying the paste carefully, her movements slow. "I know they don't." She responded, almost snappy. "Of course Kier doesn't." She shook her head, her eyes never leaving the poultice. "Kier is cruel, and he likes to see others hurt. Others that have wronged him." She muttered.
"No, I'll be in here and kept well enough to be a punching bag. I'll be here until I'm out. I am getting out." She mewed, not caring that she was telling the deputy, of all cats. There was a fire still in her eyes, of pure determination. It seemed to be what kept the bobtail going. "When I get out, Kier will pay. Weather it be that moment, or another." Then her eyes lifted to Snowblister, her expression showing her true emotion. "I'm not going to die here. I still have to become nemesis."
After that, Kate shook her head. "What's it like, being head hacho here where you call all the shots? I always wanted that power. A shame, Kier got to it before I did."
The only notion that gave away she was listening was the slight twitch that plagued her ear and the occasional movement of her whiskers. She idly waited for Kate to apply the poultice to whatever wounds needed it, surprisingly patient. "Aren't you doing the same?" She asked, though there was no malice in her words. "attacking a queen that had nothing to do with whatever feud you have going on?" Her eyes flicked up to stare at her even if her head was pointed towards the cobwebs stretched around her paws. It wasn't exactly accusing or cruel, phrased more like a simple question than anything. Despite her violent reign in Nightclan, it wasn't personal. Despite the fact she had pushed her sister into the river as kits, it hadn't been personal (she had always been too rough, too playful, too reckless for her own good, and she had payed). The only time it had mattered was the murder of her mother, and it hadn't felt good. A necessity, she convinced herself, but it was clear it was partway revenge.
I am getting out. She snorted. "I suppose I am supposed to tell you something along the lines of, 'no, you aren't,' or 'don't even think about it'." She motioned for her to hurry up. "Pretend I did. But I don't doubt you'll. . . try. But you wouldn't die here anyway. I don't think he can bring himself to do it." She looked around the room again, eyeing the other prisoners. They were too weak to do much, and it was much preferred that way.
There was a certain bitterness to her tone at first, "Kier thinks he can control me, that's what it's like," her words lightened, became more amused, "but he can't. I hold as much power as he does. Everybody knows because everybody is scared of me. I just don't hold back. But I handle more every day life, like training the young ones and keeping an eye for misbehavior." She gave a quick, faint smile, "and I'm his strength. He wouldn't be anywhere without me."
A single brow raised in question. Kate studied the frosted beauty, before snorting. "Kier killed my father, and Eris thought she could throw it in my face. I care not about whatever spawn she is carrying, or was." Her words were harsh, but the hate in her eyes showed no remorse for the actions she had taken. "I wanted them to hurt, I wanted Eris to hurt. For the things she said, for how she hurt me." She shook her head before continuing. "My father, he was everything to me. He was..." She didn't know how else to put it into words, and for the first time her voice cracked.
The silence followed, and finally she said,"Kier would kill me if he could. He can't though, and it's not out of his own morals. He simply cannot best me. Even as I am here now, he had to have help from another cat." She snorted at his weakness.
"Kier is nothing but fake. You'd easily overthrow him if you wanted."
She gave a hum, indiscernible in tone but somewhere between exasperation and mocking, though it wasn't directed at Kier or Eris themselves. "Good, then," she said simply, because there were many things Snowblister could fault, but revenge was not one of them. "I never knew my father, so perhaps I don't understand much, but it's nice he meant that much to you." There was not an ounce of bitterness, of contempt, at her own life, nothing but sincerity, and when Kate's voice cracked at the end of her sentence, she found herself feeling the smallest amount of sympathy. Snowblister wasn't one to talk about her upbringing or mention her private life at all, and somehow she always kept it under wraps even in a clan environment, but it felt almost naturally to talk about it here, with Kate.
He simply cannot best me. Where her confidence had been vaguely intriguing before, Snowblister was now almost enthralled with it. She hummed again, amused this time. "I could," she agreed, a thought forming, though she didn't yet tug at it, "perhaps I will." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "But it can't be me to kill him — we made a blood oath; we can't hurt each other. But the sentiment is there, spitfire." She was really beginning to regret the oath at this point, but it made her delighted to know that Kier absolutely did as well.
Snowblister pointed at the poultice with a claw, more demanding this time. "Do you want to heal or not? I didn't make this for nothing — this is the second time I've had to detangle these cobwebs while I've been waiting for you, by the way." She went to, once again, unwinding the webs from where she had absent-mindedly rolled them around her left paw.
Kate scoffed at her bossiness, but did as she was told, like a scolded kitten. She began to spread the poultice along her wounds, her face scrunching up at the way it made her wounds sting all over again. Her whole body ached, and as much as she was in pain, her fire had yet to leave her. She was becoming known as the most unbreakable prisoner Kier had. Always taunting, always ready to take each blow. It was a bit... of a relief to the other prisoners. It seemed to flare their hope.
"I'd kill him if I got the chance." She snorted, not even looking at Snowblister. Instead, continuing to treat her own wounds. "One day, I will. One day, I'll be Nemesis, and the two will go to war. I'll make sure that I am the one to kill him. No one else will be allowed." As if she had all this already planned out. The little assassin was always out for blood, from the moment Kier had killed Harley. He deserved nothing less than death.
Kate winced, her teeth grinding together as she lathered more in the deepest wound. Though, she never talked about the pain. Not once. Even though.. in reality she'd never even felt pain like this. She'd always been.. basically invincible. Until now.
Watching Kate tend to her wounds, Snowblister gave a look of satisfaction — not quite a smile, but not quite a frown, like a faint turn of her lips. I'd kill him if I got the chance. She gave a deadpan look, but there was something of a kinship in it, an understanding. "Wouldn't we all," she sounded almost exasperated. Her hatred of Kier had not yet reached the breaking point, not yet, but it was there, bubbling, set to go off like a kettle at whatever slight inconvenience he caused next. It was a steadily growing thing, but there was still something they saw in each other. Kier was intelligent, tricky, and she almost, almost, respected it.
Then, she gave a grin, like it was a challenge, like she was holding Kate to her word. "Well, then, best of luck on that one, whenever you get out of here." Snowblister leaned back, eyeing Kate for anymore wounds, pushing more of the herbs forward whenever she decided they were needed.
"I'm sure you will get a chance, eventually," she added, quieter, eyes drifting to the other prisoners — mostly, she noted, relieved, they stuck to their own corners of the den, and if her voice was low enough, they could hardly hear her at all. Perhaps it was a sign she shouldn't be so careless with her words, with helping the enemy — but it always had been difficult to get into Snowblister's good book, which Kate had done so, and it was incredibly easy to get erased out of it.
