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The feline looked slightly uncomfortable, her face twisted ever so slightly into a soft scowl. She'd been doing everything that she could to avoid her sisters, both of them, really. Duskpaw, the other captive, the pawn in the game, she struggled to look in the eye. How could she look her sister in the eye, knowing that between the two of them, her mother's fate had been sealed? Of course, she was almost sure that that was part of the point: the sisters were meant to be alienated, isolated from each other. Whether Kier or Snowblister realized it, whether they were willing to admit it to themselves, they needed the sisters to become strangers. They were Primrosetuft's children, which meant that they were a danger. If the superiors let them remain close, they would be a direct threat. It was a smart strategic move, however cruel, to keep them apart. Separated, they couldn't find the strength they had all once had in each other. Isolating them made it so that it was easier to control them. Of course, Cascadepaw was the most easily controlled out of the litter, or at least, most cats believed her to be. She was the one who most naturally fell into line, the perfect soldier, a good little she-cat. She was exactly what Kier wanted out of a she-cat: reserved, dutiful, a princess that others should look up to. It wasn't weakness or a lack of a spine that made her that way; there was a part of her that was disgusted with her own performance over the last few moons, but she did what she needed to do. To survive the hell she'd been thrown into, she had to become this, put aside any parts of her that resisted her own oppression. Yes, nodding and benevolently smiling, being made into an example, she had to become the cat that she was today.
Each of her sisters had their own survival strategy. Out of all of them, Cascadepaw couldn't help but wonder if Pantherpaw wasn't the smartest. Cascadepaw's soft femininity might have drawn Kier's eye to her, might have ensured that he was fond enough of her that she could sleep with both eyes shut, but Pantherpaw, she had trapped him. It was a level of ingenuity that Cascadepaw couldn't deny she was impressed with. But, even though she was impressed by her sister's own strategies for survival, there was also a part of her that was deeply wounded by what felt like a betrayal. While their mother rotted in the prison, Pantherpaw had seduced her captor. She'd put a barrier between herself and the world, made herself untouchable while her sisters played jury and executioner. It wasn't fair. The weight of the world had been on Cascadepaw and Duskpaw's shoulders, but Pantherpaw could just watch on...
Her frown deepened slightly before she shook her head, trying to wipe any emotion from her visage. She'd let her jealousy, her anger, her bitter resentment, guide every step since Prim's execution. She'd avoided Pantherpaw like the plague. If she couldn't look Duskpaw in the eye, she wouldn't even look at Pantherpaw at all. It was as if she had cut all ties with her sister, and in many ways she had. Perhaps she would have continued to, had there not been a lingering thought in the back of her mind: if you ignore her, you let them win. If she allowed herself to be separated from her siblings, she allowed her adversaries to trump her. The quiet rebellion that stirred deep in her heart wouldn't allow that. No, she'd have to rectify things with Pantherpaw.
Unfortunately for her, there was no time like the present. Pantherpaw's stomach was now buldging, and Cascadepaw could only imagine that it would be soon that the nursery would be joined by new life. As much as she wanted to let her sister drown in her own motherhood, a part of her really did want to punish her for her perceived crime, she knew that she couldn't, no, she wouldn't. She needed to get over herself. Her sister needed her. And, deep down, Cascadepaw needed her sister too.
A deep sigh exited her chest, before the feline stood and padded towards the nursery. When she arrived at its entrance, she let out an awkward cough. "Are you in there?" she called into the den, the awkwardness not leaving her tone. Although she didn't say her sister's name, the apprentice knew that she would know that it was her that Cascadepaw was looking for. "I... I think we need to talk."
"Yes." The word came as quickly as her sister had stopped speaking. She was in the darkest corner of the nursery, curled up alone. The other she-cats were spaced away from her. The shadows cast over her, and it was almost hard to see anything at all that way. Pantherpaw made no move to get up, instead she just lay there. The feline pressed her lips together, her heart squeezing tightly. It was the first time that Cascadepaw had even came near her in what felt like seasons. Anxiety gripped at the black feline, yet her heart longed for any type of companionship. The loneliness was eating her alive. Fear of her upcoming birthing was in the back of her mind constantly, and she had no cats to speak to about this. None to confide in, to lean on, to laugh with... Cats avoided her.
Pantherpaw had never felt so alone.
"I'm here." She croaked softly, but did not lift her head from her paws. She only shifted her weight slightly as if to try and get more comfortable. Her belly jutted out on both sides, a sign she was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was due within the next two weeks. Her eyes shifted a bit towards Cascadepaw. Though, she remained silent after that, unsure of what to say. Yet... also feeling deeply drained and weak.
The fact that her sister had little more than a croak left in her almost made Cascadepaw flinch. It would have, perhaps, had they been alone. But, in a security state run by a desperate tyrant, no one was every really alone, certainly not the traitor's daughters. Any time she was close to camp, especially when she was in camp, she had to be on her best behavior. Any little slip from perfect, subservient Cascadepaw was a threat to her life. Instead, she simply let out a soft breath, not quite a sigh, centering herself before picking up the rabbit she had brought and padding into the nursery.
Her eyes passed to her sister's frame, and a soft wisp of sadness clawed at her belly. She looked so... pathetic. How long had she been in there, alone, borderline rotting? Your sister is a creature of your own making, Cascade, a soft voice in her warned. Of course, this was not entirely true. Pantherpaw was a creature of NightClan's making, of Kier's making. But, it wasn't entirely false, either. She did have some hand in it, whether she sought to admit that or not. Tension marked every footfall.
"You look like you could use this," she meowed after dropping the piece of prey, pushing it over to her. There was a slight awkwardness to her speech. What was there really to say to her sister? How was she to react? "It's soon now, isn't it?"
Her eyes looked empty even as she shifted them to the prey. A slight sigh pushed from her lips and made her belly rise and fall. Pantherpaw slowly pushed herself to a seated position, her swollen stomach making her look oddly lopsided. Her stomach jumped in places from the kittens squirming at their mother moving about for the first time in a while. The black cat pulled the prey closer, though there was no energy in movement. Each time she moved it seemed... oddly lifeless.
"Yes.. yes I believe so." She admitted, her voice sounding off still. Far away, even. As if there were simply a fog over her. Pantherpaw did not seem like her normal self, and hadn't in so long. Yet.. this isolation... was... damaging.
