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Her gaze was soft as she stood at the entrance of the nursery. She had seen Aspenflicker leave earlier, so she had a feeling that the only adult cat in there would be her sister. Good, she needed to check in. Things had gotten easier on their relationship since the kittens, but by no means had it been easy, especially as they witnessed the world fall apart. She wanted to change that. Now that, for the first time in months, there was not a target on their backs, it was a good time to try to repair even further. The girls were finally free. Or, at least, Rosecascade thought they were. It wasn't that she was unimpacted by the way that for most of her adult life, she'd been little more than a prisoner, that her decision had cost her mother her life. To say that was cruel; she'd never quite shake off the chains that once bound her. But, at the same time, she could only feel relief that it was over, relief that finally, maybe, they would have the chance to breathe. Did her sister feel the same? How was she doing with it all? There was only one way to find out.
"Sablemaid?" she called into the den, her voice just as soft as her gaze. She'd learned quickly not to raise her voice, not to make much of a sound. It didn't help that the name had always felt awkward in her mouth - did her sister even want to be called that anymore? She wasn't sure. "May I come in?"
Green eyes flashed in the darkness of the den. Silence followed for a few moments, and finally she gave a light,"Yes." Her word, small, echoed in the den. She was the only one here left with her kittens, perhaps mainly because she had never been allowed to leave. Sablemaid couldn't remember the last time she'd been out of camp. It was long ago, when she was still Pantherpaw, she thought. The black feline's body seemed to hide easily within the shadows, but as Rosecascade came inside, she lifted herself from her nest.
Blisskit pressed close to her mother, ears pinned against her head as she did so. Seemingly, anxious, despite the cat visiting being her own aunt.
Things hadn't been the same for the three sisters. Each of them had to live with their own torments. Their own trauma.
Her sister looked small, broken, and it tore at the very core of Rosecascade. The trauma had etched its way into her sister's very visage, something that made her stomach churn. It was all his fault, she thought bitterly, and now he was gone. Now he was gone and the sisters were far away from where it all happened. Perhaps it had been naive, but there had been a part of her, ever so small, that hoped that her sister would be able to shed the impacts of their last few moons. Rosecascade intended to, intended to guard herself away from the memories, from the things she had seen. Any hope that her sister would be able to do the same was dashed when she saw her.
Rosecascade offered her sister a small smile, although it looked forced, before she looked down to Blisskit. "Oh, sweetie," she meowed, her voice not quite able to hide a hint of sadness, almost imperceptible. "It's just me." Of course, Rosecascade was aware her niece knew that, logically, but it still hurt her to see the weight of the world had rested on the little one's shoulders just as much as it rested on theirs. She let out a soft sigh, before closing the distance to her sister. She settled a fox-length away, her tail wrapping around her paws.
"I haven't seen you leave, yet," Rose then meowed, her gaze shifting back to her sister. "SummerClan is really... beautiful. Different than home. I've never seen something quite like the sea." Of course, she hadn't seen her sister leave. While Rosecascade had spent the majority of her moons able to come and go as she pleased - although of course, with eyes on her - her own imprisonment hadn't truly started until the day she took her name, a public challenge that had resulted in her being wed to a prison warden. And even then, her containment was only partial; she could leave, she just needed to bring him along too. And even beyond that, she was sure, Sablemaid was rightfully concerned about leaving the two kittens behind. If she was exploring, her kittens would be alone, perhaps for the first time. "He won't let anything happen to them, you know."
Blisskit scooched even closer to Sablemaid, as if wishing to fuse her own pelt into her mother's. Her wide eyes stayed locked on Rosecascade. Once the kitten had been curious and full of light. Yet, something had changed whenever Kier had met her in the medicine den one day. Her father had made sure that she was being pushed into a life that she had never asked for, and so young. She was yet to be of apprentice age even now, and he had her training under a medicine cat from dusk until dawn. The kitten had become anxious, seeing her father blow up. Something she hadn't seen before. Not only had she seen a new side of him, but it had been directed right at her. It had changed the curious little one. Her black coat had changed too, as it was now becoming more and more white speckled, causing an even higher level of anxiety to form. _____
Sablemaid could feel her daughter pressing tightly against her. Though she knew that Rosecascade would never hurt her, or her kits, she still felt overly wary. Perhaps this was simply due to the way things had been for so long. How alone she had felt since-- then he was mentioned. The tom she had yet to even speak to, even when she had joined the clan he led, she'd avoided him. Resentment tore at her, ears flattening against her skull as she cut her sister off. "Don't!" Her voice raised, causing Blisskit to jolt and take shelter under her mother's body. She didn't act as if she noticed, instead kept speaking. "He's the reason all this happened, everything was fine until he left!" Sablemaid's voice cracked, despite trying to hold it strongly. It was clear that Kier's reign had done something to her, broken her.
Rosecascade often tried to be kind to her sister; it was the good thing to do. Her emotions normally remained away from her face, tucked deep in her chest. Yet, she couldn't help but stare at her sister for her accusation. Had Kier really done that much of a toll on her that she was unable to see logic? The marbled white cat was dumbstruck.
Before she could properly adjust and prevent the words from leaving her mouth (she'd gotten worse about containing herself after she had publicly stood up to Kier), she found her mouth open and words plummeting out of it. "You've... got to be joking me right now. You think it's Foxstar's fault?" The incredulity was clear in her voice. How on earth was it his fault? "I don't mean to be harsh," she added after a moment, realizing that was exactly what she'd been, "but you have to see how it can't be, right?" Rosecascade shifted slightly, her tail tip twitching. There were plenty of cats to blame for how things had ended up: Aspenstar, Phantomfox, Pinesimmer, Kier, Snowblister, Ratsneer, the list went on and on of cats who had led to this moment. But Foxstar? The tom who had once been their denmate, who had left with his mother? The tom who could quite easily be blown over if the wind was too strong?
It was something there, in her eyes. It was enough to show Rosecascade that nothing Sablemaid thought right now was.. logical. Trauma had highly affected the feline. Isolation perhaps, made it worse. She'd had hours to sit and think. Kier had done something to each of the sisters, but each torture and torment was different. Sablemaid seemed as if she would weep, her large green eyes staring at Rosecascade with a wild look. Brows furrowed, body slightly bent over, fur bristled.
She didn't look like herself.
Yet... when had the black cat looked like herself?
"He left me."
Somethin in her thought that if he had stayed, things would have been different. Somehow.
Rosecascade moved closer to her sister, pressing her nose to her skull in what was meant to be a comforting motion. The frownlines on her face deepened as she reckoned with her sister's appearance, the franticness in her gaze, the utter sorrow that befell her face.
"I don't think he had much of a choice," she meowed, pulling back and settling into a more comfortable position. "Had mom asked us to leave, would you not have followed her?" It was honestly doubtful that logic would be helpful in this circumstance, but she couldn't help but appeal to it in hopes that her sister really wasn't as lost and shattered as she seemed. "Hell, I wish she would have."
The sudden touch sent a jolt through Sablemaid, and it took her a moment to recover. Finally, she met her sister's gaze and then looked at her paws just as quickly. "I... I wish she had too." She admitted, heartbroken at the mention of their mother. "I still remember... life was better before... before him." As if she dare not even speak his name. Like his name was a curse...
Slowly she looked back to Rosecascade. "I... I don't want this name." She admitted suddenly, the subject changing as quickly as her mood seemed to of changed. "This isn't me. This is.. a mark."
"I know," she meowed, her voice quiet and soothing. "And it's going to get better after him, too. I promise."
There was a moment of relief in her gaze as her sister spoke. Rosecascade had always hated the name Sablemaid; it was a horrific testament to Kier's brutality. Her sister's identity had been stolen from her, replaced with something that was befitting a prisoner, a reminder of her status as little more than a nursemaid, as a pawn in a cruel game.
"I hoped you'd say that," she meowed with a flick of her tail. The name was a mark of ownership, and Rosecascade had resented it from the first day Kier had spoken it. She offered her sister a smile, a smile that was tenatively hopeful that maybe her sister wasn't fully lost to her own mind. "Did you want to go back to Panther?" The word felt clumsy in her mouth. It had been so long since she'd used it, referenced her sister by the name she had been given. "Or something else?"
