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"Are you sure I won't get maimed for being here?" Mistyveil asked.
She stuck out like no other cat. Her half Russian blue grey fur loomed over half of her body like a shadow while the other half of Mistyveil's body was a golden peach color. Her eyes were blue and turquoise and the way she talked was almost monotone at times, yet held a warm gentle pitch that was pleasing to the ears. The last time Mistyveil had tried to get some herbs from SunClan without Littlebird, Foxstar had not been so happy. Of course, no one told her that SunClan no longer followed the warrior code and therefore didn't have to let her on her territory. She wished Leatherstar had bothered to mention that before she had been so rudely tackled to the ground.
A light laughter rang out in the little clearing, high pitched and cheerful . Much like the songs of the birds she had been named after. She smiled and shook her head "As long as you don't cross over the boarder, no one from SunClan will bother you. That is why I asked you to meet me here, just past the boarder" SunClan's territory was considered sacred by all of the clan's members, so no one that wasn't seeking to join there clan was allowed to venture there.
"Besides, I am the priestess promised, even if I brought you straight to our camp the only ones that might question it would be Foxstar or perhaps Dragonswrath. Even then they wouldn't outright jump you without speaking with me first" As the priestess promised most of the clan obeyed her every command without question, and even those that held the rank high enough to disobey her respected her.
"It seems like you have been through a lot recently... Letherstar made you kill your daughter?" the explanation she got at the gathering was rather scattered and confusing. It didn't make a lot of sense...
"So," Mistyveil sucked in a breath, "Apparently there were these deities that used to live in WinterClan and protect it. Suddenly these ghosts attacked us and we were forced to ask the deities for help. They agreed to help so long as we sacrificed a cat. Now. We could have just moved like any logical person would, but instead we decided to abandon our religion and brainwash our young into sacrificing themselves. Worse, Leatherstar like the coward he is suddenly decides it's me that will be sacrificing, as if I honestly want to. But then it turns out the cat I'm sacrificing is my daughter. And it has to be ME that does it cause, of course it does, why would anything in my life ever be easy?"
She rolled her eyes for a moment as if still trying to comprehend the events, "So we go up the alter and my mouse brained daughter is just sitting there like, time to cut my throat," She mocked, "And it's like, wow these cats raised my daughter into an utter idiot. So I told Leatherstar I didn't feel like it, seeyah. Only my daughter threw herself off a cliff so the sacrifice would be complete. Again. We could just MOVE. Solve the situation. And then this deity came down and cursed me with eternal hunger so always feel hungry cause he's holds grudges like an apprentice aged psycho stalker. And yeah, Icecream's dead and I'm always feeling hungry, but I mean. Hasn't that always been my curse?" Mistyveil laughed.
"The White Cats?" while she didn't know about these deities, she did know about the white cats. She could still remember the ceremonies where WinterClan would go and pick to ghost flowers to place them around camp to keep the specters away. She had seen them pacing outside of their camp, just looking for a chance to take away someone's soul.
"WinterClan has always managed to keep the white cats at bay by following tradition, I don't see why he thought that they would need these deities help to keep them away" she blinked, confused at the turn of events. "and why would the require a sacrifice to do so? The white cats are lost souls, who are seeking to find a body. A dead cat is of no use to them, and even if they did it should have never been you. No mother should ever have to kill their child"
She couldn't imagine.... She would go to any lengths to protect her little ones, and of all the cats she thought Leatherstar would have understood that. Especially after all the effort that he went through trying to get their kits back, perhaps he wanted to sacrifice them. She knew she was asking a lot of questions, but this whole mess made no sense to her at all.
Mistyveil leveled her gaze, “I’d do anything to get my Icecream back because she’s mine, not that list wannabe deity after life. I’m searching options to find a way to reincarnate her and start over. Whatever it takes I’ll find a way to bring my mouse brained daughter. I thought I had to protect her from me, but I had to protect her from herself and I wasn’t able to be there for her in round one, but round two. When she comes back I’ll be there. But what really gets me is that Leatherstar will never understand the utter horror he’s been in the people’s lives he supposedly cares about. I don’t want revenge, I want a real apology and that’s probably more unobtainable than any revenge...”
Mistyveil looked up at Littlebird, “will you help me get Icecream from the deities and bring her to StarClan or anywhere where someday she might be able to come back?”
As much as she wanted to help her friend, Littlebird was a cautious cat. In agreeing to help Mistyveil, she could very well be entangling herself into WinterClan politics once more. She wanted to stop the madness in WinterClan, it had once been her home. The place that she had been born to rule, but she was now SunClan's Priestess Promised. How could she help without harming her new position and clan?
"I would like to help" she replied after a few moments. "I don't know how, but I want to help. No cat should ever have to go through something like that. Your daughter deserved better. If it is within my power, and does not harm my clan I will do what I can to bring her back to you"
(I like that Littlebird's been a deputy for months now and she still considers herself new xD)
"Cool," Mistyveil said. Her blue stare had seemed like diamonds, unbreakable. There wasn't a glimmer of sorrow caught in her eyes once, never once did her voice dip or tremble from the trauma. She wasn't bothered or phased by the events in her life. They stuck out as agitations, but nothing more. Everything Mistyveil saw was retold the same way anyone else would, but her mind dialed down any severity that came from it. Even now sitting down with Littlebird so close to where Foxstar had attacked her there was no fear. She didn't look over her shoulder, she didn't seem to wonder if Littlebird might be like other SunClan cats and double cross her. Seemingly nothing could penetrate her heart.
"So Iv'e been talking a lot, how have you been?" Mistyveil asked curiously, probably one of the few people she actually genuinely wondered how their day was going.
[Well for most of it she was an apprentice and very sick/pregnant...so she just really getting a taste of it lol]
"Well you have had more going on than I" she chuckled, not minding having the conversation focused on the WinterClan medicine cat. It seemed a little odd how easily she was able to wear a mask of indifference when speaking about such things, but it was a skill that she had been practicing since birth as well. Don't show your emotions, don't let anyone in, don't allow others to see you as weak. Even with all that she had confessed, Mistyveil still stood tall and strong. Littlebird admired that about her.
"Foxstar has been keeping me on my toes, I feel like SunClan has a paw in almost all the drama going on within the clans" that much was common knowledge, but it was hard to be more specific without revealing to much secret information. "Then there is Leatherstar..." she trailed off not really sure how to explain her current situation.
Mistyveil only absent mindedly nodded along with Littlebird. SunClan did stick their nose in other clans affairs and caused a ruckus for no reason other than for domination. It was the way WinterClan pretended to be. Under new management WinterClan had been quiet lately. For a moment her mind strayed away, Littlebird, Littlestar, it sounded like a name for a leader who became one far too young. Littlebird was lucky to be on the road for becoming deputy. Mistyveil had always figured she'd pick up the crown someday and become Mistystar of WinterClan, but that required a form of effort that she didn't care to possess. Her gaze turned bored at the subject of Leatherstar.
She remembered him when he was Leatherfern, the way he danced around Littlebird like she was hot fire at a gathering. Something that shouldn't be touched. Something that he acted as though he shouldn't be around for too long, but more than that he stared at her and Littlebird would stare back. She had forgotten how long ago that had been, it was at an age when both of them probably hadn't realized how obvious it had looked. Well. Littlebird being a she-cat was well poised and never made it obvious and perhaps Littlebird didn't care very much for Leatherfern. But she knew that Leatherfern had clearly taken an interest in her. Especially when he wouldn't stop talking about her when they discussed the invading SunClan.
"Don't tell me he actually managed to talk in a coherent sentence to you?" Mistyveil said feeling almost bad that Littlebird had to deal with her ex leader.
"Too many sentences" she chuckled, thinking back to how he had randomly showed up once again while she was at her weakest to try to get her to go with him. How his words had drawn her in, even though she tried to push him away. It seemed like no matter how hard she pushed, he always returned more determined than ever. Deep down she still held feelings for him that she couldn't explain, but the two of them couldn't be togather... and she loved Skipstep... What she felt for Leatherstar was something different, even though she couldn't put words to it.
"I suppose that is part of the problem" she sighed, knowing that he problem was rather small in comparison to what Mistyveil had been through. "Each morning I keep waking up expecting to hear that he has made another attempt to whisk away our kits once more..."
She let her sentence wander off from there. If that was true Littlebird seemed to have very interesting relationships. Her first mate was from NightClan, she loved him because he was brutal and good looking. Then she chose Regin because they shared similar views and they both enjoyed the same activities together. She would definitely kill if Regin cheated on her and she couldn't exactly imagine being with anyone else. But it was because she got enjoyment out of being with him and complaining, he listened to all her rants. But she never felt a true love desperate feeling towards him. Never wishing to see him even when she was gone for a few days. Although Misty wasn't oblivious, it was obvious to her that she was different than most cats at least on how she felt emotions towards others. If anything she supposed whatever Littlebird felt, whatever emotions she may have, they were probably the most natural thing to feel.
"I figure you already knew... Didn't you wonder why he decided to attack SunClan. Or why Foxstar was so quick to take one of his lives?" she paused. It wasn't exactly a secret that Leatherstar was their father. He had made it very clear to all the cats in SunClan when he came stomping into the middle of their camp when she had almost died during giving birth. Even her two children knew, even though they saw Skipstep as their father figure. They hadn't yet met Leatherstar, but they knew the truth.
Perhaps she had been wrong in assuming that Leatherstar would tell his clan, when he had no problem announcing it to her whole clan. "Lionpaw and Fernpaw know that Leatherstar is their biological father but haven't met him yet. They know the truth, but still see Skipstep as their father"
"Leatherstar attacked plenty of clans and Foxstar has killed plenty of leaders. I would be more suspicious if Leatherstar and Foxstar had become pacifists," Mistyveil pointed out before adding, "I also threatened to kill his kits like he did mine. He takes me too seriously, I'd never have the energy like I did when I was young to kill."
She sat there for a moment and then seemed to realize something at a delay, "Oh and because murders wrong and stuff like that."
This time she offered a smile, it was shy and faint like a moon on a cloudy night, but it rose to her lips pleasantly like a sunrise. She had never really smiled before, but around Littlebird, her only friend it seemed to come naturally. Not only that, but she managed to actually crack a joke about her ambiguous morals acting as though she were delayed by the real reason she shouldn't kill.
"I think you just need closure. You should go find him and both you and him should just talk unashamed, unafraid to say anything. Get it all out in the open, see how you feel then."
