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Lyra-tyke arrived back at Post Kilo, escorted by a Guider. After weeks of begging she had been allowed to shadow the cats in the Garden for a day, and it had only solidified her intense devotion to the healing arts. She knew with a fierce certainty that she wanted to become a Guider Cadet, and perhaps it was this certainty that gave her walk a little extra snobbishness today, her small pink nose upturned as she returned to her siblings.
"What are you looking so uppity about?" Lotta was sitting nearby. Her voice wasn't hostile, but she did look a bit irritated since she was aware that her sister had gotten to leave Post Kilo. Of course her father had taken her to see the mercenaries a few days before so that sort of made up for it. Even if she was small, she knew that was what she wanted to do. There were plenty of smaller mercenaries after all. She just had to make everyone else see that.
"I am not looking uppity," Lyra-tyke said in a voice of condescending patience, moving to sit next to Lotta-tyke. It was hard to get to know all her siblings- she had 13 of them, after all, but she did know that Lotta wanted to be a mercenary. It wasn't for her, but she supposed they needed cats of all ranks. "What did you do today?"
"You are! Even your voice sounds stuck up today!" Lotta-tyke gave her sister an irritated glare. "But if you must know, I spent the day stuck in this miserable post being lectured on what rank I should choose when we are promoted next moon." Perhaps that was contributing to Lotta's foul mood, but then again it wasn't really all that difficult to put her in a bad mood so it was really hard to tell what the source of her anger was at this point in time.
Lyra-tyke simply shook her head at her sister's insolent tone- not everyone could have her composure, she supposed. "And what rank are you going to pick? I already know I'm going to be a Guider. You're going to pick Mercenary, right?"
"Mercenary of course. Father personally took me to meet the mercenaries just the other day." At least she had that. Lyra-tyke probably hadn't been taken out by their father yet which meant she had one thing against her annoying sister.
"That's so lovely." Somehow the compliment came off as the opposite, though Lyra-tyke kept a smile plastered on her white face. "I know I'm going to be a Guider. Maybe even Chaman one day. Do you think you could be Commander?"
This made Lotta laugh. You think you can be chaman? You can't even get your nose out of the air long enough to realize that you're just the same as the rest of us. Chaman Lark has always been nice and kind. Do you think you could actually manage that?" Sure it was mean, but in Lotta-tyke's opinion, her sister had deserved anything that had just been said to her. "You get to be commander through hard work and dedication. I think I can manage that. Do you think you could ever manage to become a chaman?"
"It is not on my own power that I'll become Chaman, but by the guidance of the Blind Protector. And I don't doubt that you can work hard and be dedicated. But being Commander takes a certain skill set, does it not? Do you think you have that?" Lyra-tyke ignored the slight, as well as refrained from commenting on Lark- she seemed nice, sure, but she hadn't heard a devout word come out of the Chaman's mouth, so she wasn't sure what she thought of her.
(Lotta is a firecracker that hasn't learned to control her temper yet. Unfortunately her sin was that of wrath. Poor kid cx)
The more her sister spoke, the more Lotta's blood began to boil. Finally her paw flashed out and connected with her sister's cheek with her tiny claws outstretched. "Why do you have to be such a self absorbed spoiled brat? You're so full of yourself I wouldn't be surprised if Commander Mars makes you stay in Post Kilo another moon just so he doesn't have to deal with you! You aren't any better than anyone else! So what if you did get to leave the post today? You aren't the first tyke and you certainly won't be the last! You will be that one cadet with no friends though if you go around acting like that!"
She sniffed and turned her back on her sister. She couldn't understand. No one could. Lotta was tiny, very tiny. She was smaller than most of the tykes in post kilo save for the newborns. Her deformities made her stand out from the other tykes. She had an undersized jaw, short thick little legs, and a bow legged posture that made her walk differently from the rest of the cats in the Regime. Everywhere she turned, she was being told she couldn't or shouldn't do something. She hated being looked down upon, especially by cats like Lyra-tyke that seemed to think they were better than her. This was why she was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
Lyra-tyke took the blow with infuriating patience, feeling the heat as small scratches appeared on her cheek, and the blood rushed to her skin but didn't drip down. She blinked and sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, Lotta. A temper is such an ugly thing. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to serve the Regime. All I asked if if you think you have what it takes to be Commander, I never said anything about doubting you. Don't project your emotions onto me."
Lotta-tyke let out a furious yowl and lept at her sister. This time she bit down hard on her ear, intending for it to hurt.
"I think that is quite enough from the both of you. At that moment, Venus plucked Lotta-tyke off of her sister. She set her down at her side and placed a paw on her tail to keep her from jumping again."Lotta-tyke you have to learn to control your temper. Violence is never the answer." Lotta-tyke just glared ar her mother, ripped her tail free, and ran off, heading back towards the nest. Venus watched her go with a worried look. She then turned her stern expression on Lyra-tyke. "And you, if you wish to be a good guider, you must learn to treat all of your fellow soldiers with compassion. If you know something bothers them, don't antagonize them. If you see they are upset, treat them with compassion. Being a spiritual soldier is so much more than serving the Regime. You should treat their hearts, not just their physical ailments. A true raiser or guider would never antagonize their groupmates when they are already hurting. Lotta-tyke's condition means she can never achieve her dream. This is something she will have to come to terms with eventually. You are sisters. You shouldn't be tearing each other down." She then smiled and touched noses with her daughter. "You have the potential to be a wonderful soldier. Just be sure to keep the feelings of others in mind in the future." She would have to speak with Lotta-tyke as well about her tendency to use violence instead of talking things out, but she would need to give her time to calm down or she most likely wouldn't listen to a word she said. For now, she needed to take Lyra-tyke to get her cheek and ear seen to. It didn't look bad but she would hate for infection to set in. "Now come on. We need to have the guiders see to your ear and cheek."
Lyra-tyke looked at her feet as her mother spoke, feeling properly chastised. Maybe she was right, and she was a little insensitive. "Yes, mother," she mumbled, but she perked up considerably at the thought of returning to the Guiders. "Ok!" She rolled back her shoulders, gazing up at Venus. "What will Lotta-tyke do, if she can't be a Mercenary?"
"Or perhaps you should stay here and think of a way to apologize to your sister. I'll bring one of the guiders to Post Kilo." Venus was shaking her head at this point. Allowing Lyra-tyke to leave Post Kilo at this point might seem more like a reward. "I'll be back and I expect that you and Lotta will at least try to make up in the meantime." She moved ahead of her daughter after that. She could only assume Lotta had returned to their nest. That was where she usually went when she got upset anyway.
Lyra-tyke sighed heavily, watching her mother leave. She tried to put if off, but seeing as she had no where else to go, she wandered back over to the nest, curious to see if Lotta-tyke was there. Her white head appeared over the edge, searching the large space for a sign of her sister. “Lotta?”
"What do you want?" Lotta-tyke's voice was openly aggressive. She didn't want anything more to do with her sister. She had already convinced herself that she was never going to speak to her again and yet here she was bothering her once more. "Are you coming back to talk about how great you are?" She turned her back on her sister. "Just leave me alone."
"No." Lyra-tyke sat down awkwardly, searching for the words to say to her sister. "I, uh, I came to apologize. I didn't mean to pester or annoy you." The white tyke shifted silently, wondering if that was enough. "So... sorry."
"You're just saying that because mom is making you. Like you would ever apologize to me." She didn't believe her at all. She was still angry. Honestly she wasn't even fully angry at her at this point. She was just angry. She just couldn't believe that someone that was acting so high and mighty a few moments ago would willingly humble themselves and apologize. "Just because we're sisters doesn't mean we have to be friends. I don't even like you so leave me alone." She tossed her last words over her shoulder as she hopped out of the nest and started to walk away. She had more work to do if she was going to prove it to Commander Mars that she was able to become a mercenary.
"I just apologized to you, and mom isn't here to make me!" In a rare display of anger, Lyra-tyke stomped her foot and followed her sister. "You don't like me because you don't even know me. I know I was a tiny bit snooty but you're just as bad, you know. You've been angry at me since I stepped foot in here, but then you blame it all on me. I just want to talk to you, and I promise I'll be a little nicer."
"You're just like everyone else! Why should I even trust you?" She whirled around to face her sister. Ever since she was barely old enough to walk, she had been teased because of her small size and her inability to keep up with the other tykes. She had been left out of games at times and often found herself in the company of her father who tended to be the one she liked to talk to when she got too upset. As long as she could remember, he had been her only friend and when he wasn't around she was on her own. "Why should I believe you'll be nicer to me?" At least when she said this she didn't look like she was ready to attack her. Her expression was still far from pleasant, but she wasn't yelling and she wasn't trying to run away. At this point she was honestly just ready to defend herself from more taunts.
