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The ginger tom leaned against the tree as he stared over the river, wishing for a moment everything would go back to how it once was. Maybe that was foolish of him, but he'd always been a fool. Maybe he shouldn't wish for the clan's hard times but frankly anything, everything would be better than this moment, here, now, with him in charge. He let out a deep breath to fight off the pressure of his own thoughts, because if he focused on the fact he was leader now and had nine lives and had lost everything recently he just might crack and fall apart. So he couldn't do that, no matter how much he wanted, because he wasn't ready to deal with any of that yet. Honestly, how was he supposed to? Who did he have left to talk to?
Chim huffed at the ridiculousness of it all. "Most popular cat in clan and I don't even have friends anymore. Typical."
Edited Jul 1, 2019 9:50:12 GMT -5 By Cleaver | Reason: changing the title because already used this one and forgot oops
"You're too negative, Chim. Honestly, I might as well start calling you 'Mopeystar'."
The small black she-cat padded cautiously towards the new leader, no real antagonism in the tone of her soft voice, but rather affectionate exasperation as she took a seat beside Chimerastar. Tinybreath knew a thing or two about change; she was a far different cat than she was as an apprentice, or even a young warrior. She found herself feeling more thankful for it lately, unsure if the whiny brat she used to be would've been able to raise four kits on her own as she had. But, of course, improvement didn't mean she had suddenly become perfect. She had tried to settle and be content with the pretty little life she had, ignoring the struggles of her own family in favor of pretending everything was a-okay. Obviously, that didn't work out so well.
"You have so many cats supporting you," she continued before her brother could respond, staring ahead and watching the sunlight dance upon the waves. "Me, Rusty, your kits, your nieces and nephews...Burningstar got involved in a conflict she didn't need to for you, Juniper risked her life and poisoned a cat for you, Tuskblood left her home clan for you. You sell yourself short, brother; you just need to open up to us."
Perhaps her older brother didn't want to have a talk right now, Tinybreath felt awkward about it herself, but they both had been putting this off long enough. Their own procrastination nearly destroyed their relationship for good, but after everything that had occurred over the past several weeks, the baby sister still held hope that maybe it wasn't too late. Though she supposed she had a lot to make up for.
He sighed deeply through his nose, saying nothing when she settled beside him. He nearly argued back, they had all come through for the clan not its deputy, but his heart wasn't in the debate anymore. A few moons ago he could have stayed here all day arguing with his little sister but those days were far behind him now, it had changed too quickly for him to understand who he was now, but he knew it wasn't think.
"Yeah," he murmured softly, perplexed, defeated, "I know."
He knew Tinybreath had supported him and for once they weren't exactly disagreeing, but it was uncertain terrain he didn't know how to tread on. He didn't want to ruin the peace between them but that might be his specialty and at least it would be something familiar, even if it wasn't really what he wanted. Instead, he settled on a half-hearted deadpan.
"Seems like opening up would just mean more negativity, though."
She let out an amused snort at that last comment, allowing her lithe body to relax once she was positive her presence was welcome. "Do you think I still care about that?" she mused out loud, glancing up at Chimerastar's tired face with a small smile. "You can't just bury your feelings inside you forever; you'd eventually burst from the pressure. Even if you're the biggest pessimist in the world, I promise I'll still be here to listen. Because..." Now it was her turn to sigh, turning her gaze to their reflections, rippling side by side in the water.
"Because we're family. And I know I really haven't done a good job of being a sister recently, but I want to make this work, Chim."
There. It was finally out in the open. Tinybreath supposed it wasn't the best apology, but perhaps it didn't need to be. Neither of them could claim to be the best at emotions, but maybe they could meet halfway. She wasn't at all sure about how this would go; she could feel her stomach twist in nervous knots, but at least this was better than nothing.
“I haven’t buried my feelings forever, I’ve told others. But they’re dead now, so I guess I should save my emotions for my next enemy.” Another joke. He wasn’t sure how else to handle this, to keep the fragile peace. He doubted any cat stuck by him because of his raw humor, but he honestly couldn’t fathom any reason for others to hang around, so jokes must be a little better than sheer bitterness.
And he wasn’t sure how to be bitter anymore. His bitterness was born of anger and guilt and he was resigned to losing both.
“You’re my little sister. Guess it’s my fault too for not being a brother.” A twisted smile. “But none of us have been good at that.”
