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Post by dualwielding on Nov 4, 2018 23:04:39 GMT -5
A warmer time, in the medicine den of DayClan, curled up in the far corner, the young she-cat recalled Dawnbreak allowing her to hide from the older kits and apprentices. Her voice was soft enough to cradle her into a calm and worriless state, which was unusual for a cat that spoke to everyone like she was about to chew off their tail. Russetshadow clung onto the early memories of when her mother would allow her and Duskkit a lick of honeycomb. Inwardly, it was her favorite memory from kithood. How she would hide from a taunting Rumblepaw, and the large auburn figure of Copperthroat would shield her from her older brother.
A breath flared her nostrils. With it came a slight drizzle of mucus she had to rub away with a paw. With fur as thin as hers, she was easy to fall ill. She had the occasional scratch in her throat that lead to her shoulders quaking in a furious cough. It was a shame. She traveled a long way in search of her father only a few moons before and landed herself a death sentence that would draw out for as long as she could survive WinterClan. Her eyes were red and puffy, perhaps from the snow and wind that blew in her face, but she wouldn't rule out the oncoming sickness being the reason.
With the passing time she found herself getting less hungry, despite the petite shape that revealed her ribs. Steppenwolf was quick to give his uneaten prey away to her frequently. Maybe Steppenwolf thought he could win her over by slipping her meals that were meant to feed the clan, including himself. She couldn't get into his mind, and so the idea was useless to her. Maybe she could trust him more than the others in the clan, but a full heart of trust doesn't exist with the prisoner.
She only just began to realize what was happening to her. She was like a wild animal in captivity. They just ran out of reasons to live, and that's it. She was positive she would die, and yet there was a feeling of peace that came with knowing it. She could already feel those chains on her loosening, and at the same time there was a panic. After being there so long, a prisoner could only fear the thought of not being prisoner any longer.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 5, 2018 10:11:15 GMT -5
Speaking of the smokey shadow of a tom he padded up to the prison to take his guard shift. He had gained many a new scar, especially a new one that ran down the middle of his left eye. Fortunately his eye had not been damaged. But Barrenfrost had been harder on him than most when he had been tossed in the prison when the white cats were evoking fear in every heart of his clanmates. He sat stoic and slightly more hardened than before. Not so naive. Not so hopeful. But still with a stubborn streak a mile wide. Just like his father, as his mother would tell him.
He no longer even cared to hide his speaking to Russetshadow. Even the Jarl knew Steppenwolf had feelings for the prisoner. She didn't fault him for it either. He suspected it had something to do with her own past, and the kits she now carried in her belly. Shoving all of that aside. Steppenwolf was fiercely determined to show Russetshadow that she could, indeed, trust him.
Amethyst eyes flicked to the side as he heard her snifflings. She was going to fall ill..again. He would be sure to ask his mother to journey over the border ro barter for herbs. For now he would watch over the frail she-cat. And make sure she didn't drop dead before he could take her away from this place.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 6, 2018 0:26:13 GMT -5
Her cheek was shoved into the snow, leaving her eye half closed. Yet she stared dead ahead into the pit, a hollow and almost ghostly look glossing over her mismatched flames. Once lit a fire that couldn't be put out, seemed to have completely drained. Russetshadow wasn't one to just give in. She had her mother's spirit, after all, though the sickness was weighing on her, and the beatings she would receive from the cold cats left her without a barrier.
The ear that wasn't pressed against the earth twitched to the sound of those distinct heavy pawsteps she had grown to learn belonged to the guard. It was instinctive when anyone would pass by, but she grew to know those specific set of paws by now. The tom that helped her, and didn't even have a reason to do so. As far as she could tell, he didn't do that for the other prisoners. He felt for her. Somewhere she must have known it, but she sheltered herself from knowing anything of the sort. She was oblivious, continuing to cradle and protect herself in a shell of a mind that had been lost in the process of being imprisoned.
Her side would rise and fall, very slowly, and with long pauses. It had a pattern. Rise. Fall. Stop… She parted her jaws to take in a breath again, met by the scratching at the back of her throat and erupted with a cough.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 6, 2018 9:10:29 GMT -5
When he finally could not take that insistant pattern anymore he rose to his paws and purposely approached her. Slowly but with determination set in his eyes. Steppenwolf crouched down before her.
"What do you need?" He asked softly. He coukd hear the rasping from her throat this close to her. And feel no warmth from her prone form lying in the snow. The oriental tom's tail moved to rest on her side, the long thick hair acting like a small dark blanket.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 6, 2018 12:20:52 GMT -5
Being so lost in a sick haze, Russetshadow hadn't known of his approach until he was touching her. The warmth that radiated off of the dark tom was comforting, almost enough to have been able to lull her into a deep sleep. Her eyes flickered up at him. The question took a few moments to register in her mind. Would it be that easy, just to ask? She could use an assortment of herbs to help her cough, but by now she saw herself as a lost cause, and she just wouldn't risk getting the both of them a new scar to remember. "You shouldn't be in here," she rasped, dismissing his concern. She was thankful that he was willing to do anything for her, though she didn't want to feel helpless, though it was really too late for that. Russetshadow curled her tail around herself, as if trying to roll up into a ball to collect more warmth from the guard. She paused, then added, "You might get sick, you know."
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 6, 2018 13:17:44 GMT -5
He frowned. After his time actually being in the prison with her he had definitely hardened. He no longer cared about the scars. "The Jarl knows of what I do here. She dismisses it." He told the prisoner slowly. He could tell it was taking a lot out of her to speak. "And if I get sick..so be it. Now.....Russetshadow....what herbs do you need?" He asked again. "I'll fie myself before I let you go before I have had a chance to at least liberate you from this vile hole." He hissed to her quietly, a deeply seated rage burning within his purple eyes. Not rage towards her though, rage for the torment she endured everyday. The torment he knew well now.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 7, 2018 17:48:43 GMT -5
Russetshadow felt an annoyed growl rise in her throat, but she quickly forced it back with a gulp. She wanted to yell at him, but the soreness scratching at the back of her tongue wouldn't allow it. The former medicine cat knew she wouldn't be doing herself any favors, nor him for that matter. She just wished he would let things be. "Stop making me feel like I need you," she huffed, burying her nose in his fur. Exhaling a breath, she basked in the warmth of his fur. For a few moments, she was silent, still enjoying the warmth that would most likely be short lived. "Catmint. That should be all that I need."
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 7, 2018 18:57:06 GMT -5
He could barely suppress the exasperated chuckled that rumbled from him. "You don't need me. You were here without me. And you're still fighting. But it's okay to need help. And to ask for it. You however don't ask. So I must force the help on you." He shook his head and remainded where he was, offering the warmth from him still. He would ask his mother to find the catmint before dawn. She always woke early. For now he would attempt to warm her.
He bowed his head, tucking his feet under him as he adjusted himself. He looked like a dark shadowy cloud passing over the ill prisoner his his long fur and his tail still covering as much of her as it could. A cloud with slitted warm Amethyst eyes that gazed around the pit that he had acquainted himself with. He exhaled a deep sigh as his mind mulled over things. Things he hadn't thought about since his own time inside the pit.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 7, 2018 19:18:51 GMT -5
"I don't like asking for things," she muttered, pulling her legs in to become a tight ball beneath him. The snow that was packed into her fur had begun to melt away with the heat radiating from his fur. "I just like doing things by myself. I think I've just always been that way. It makes me feel like I can't do anything for myself when I have no control." Doing these things made her feel successful on her own. But Goldenstar knew just how to draw the power away from her eventually. She kept herself so collected in front of him, and it wasn't easy. It only became too difficult once he executed his mate. It angered her to think that Hazethroat had helped raise the tom that now came down into the pit to torture her and take away her strength all over again.
Russetshadow emitted a breath, watching as it filtered through the toms fur and became a light cloud in the air. She kept her body still. Every time she had to move or shift her position, she could feel her muscles and bones aching from the hard surface. Her fiery eyes flickered up at him, from the corner of her eyes she just looked at his face, wondering what was going through his mind.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 7, 2018 19:39:24 GMT -5
"Do you remember when Barrenfrost came down here to start trouble? How he treated you right in front of me. Threats of torture, of making you his pet..." he had his eyes closed as he remembered the scene well. He had been livid. "I felt out of control then. I felt powerless and defeated. Because I couldn't help you." His eyes opened and he turned his gaze toward her. Looking her over furing a brief pause. "I would have killed my clanmate...my superior. To end how he was treating you...and still treats you." He spoke the words like a promise. And it was one. One he wouldn't make lightly. "Do not ask me how I have come to care for you. I have no real answer for that. But I do not make excuses either. I told you that i would free you from this pit. And that is a promise I intend to keep. Even if all you feel for me is contempt and annoyance, disgust..whatever it may be." He looked away then, off into the depths of the pit, to the other prone, sleeping or weak forms within. Forms he had grown to know a little more. But none like her, none like he knew Russetshadow.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 7, 2018 23:17:52 GMT -5
A soft sigh parted her lips, “how could I forget it?” It was hard for her to believe that she herself had given Hazethroat the supplies she needed to nurse the tom. He played a good part in her death. She once saw the tom through affectionate eyes, like the rest of Hazethroat’s litter. But it only lasted a breath. Now, the only thing she could really feel was confusion and pain, and maybe even hate. The prisoner had hoped that Barrenfrost would kill her, too. She couldn't decide if it were unfortunate that he decided otherwise, or if it gave her a chance. Either way, letting her live may have been a mistake on his part. Russetshadow shook her head at the tom. “No. I don't really know how I feel towards you. Contempt can’t be part of it, though.”
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 8, 2018 8:33:48 GMT -5
"Whatevet it is. I'm sure it's not quite anything positive." He smiled sadly. Was it a long shot to say he had possibly fallen in love with the surly prisoner. No. He could easily admit that to himself now. As well as that he couldn't tell her either. Maybe not ever. But if he lived to see her happy for the first time...it would be enough for him. He mulled over words in his head. None seemed to satisfy him, she didn't like too much talking anyway. So he settled back into a black cloud and closed his eyes to slits again staring into the pit. Catching the bottomless blue eyes of the newest prisoner. Some lone she-cat...with disturbingly haunting blue eyes that were picking him apart from a distance. With an uncomfortable huff he turned his head to look at the entrance to the prison. He pricked his ears...not a sound...WinterClan must be asleep finally. Aside from one other prison guard who listened mostly to her Jarl, a stoic bengal she-cat sat in his place...no one knew he was in the pit..and he sent a silent thanks to the Ancients for that.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 8, 2018 12:29:19 GMT -5
Russetshadow couldn't say whether he was right or not. She was never good at making friends, or keeping any really. The dark furred she-cat was always considered to be the quiet cat with a nasty attitude. It wasn't out of haste, though. She doesn't even realize she is this way as an effort to protect herself. She kept a barrier between her and everyone around her. It was a lonely way of life, but it wasn't about living anymore, it was just about surviving. Even if she wasn't stuck in this prison, her mind had adjusted to a life of survival, and it wouldn't reshape easily.
“I can't be sure,” she finally murmured in reply. “It doesn't feel like I hate you. But I've never been an expert at myself.” She cast a side glance towards the open areas of the pit, where she followed his unusual colored eyes. Her own fell as soon as they reached another warm body, doomed to be stuck inside white walls. “Though if I did like you, I don't know if I would tell you.”
Edited Nov 8, 2018 12:30:22 GMT -5 By dualwielding
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 8, 2018 13:05:30 GMT -5
He couldn't supress the smile at that. "No, I can't say you would. But that's fine." He said. His eyes never leaving the red mau she-cat guard's form. Forest green eyes turned inward towards the pit and with a subtle nod he relaxed his tense form. It looked like he would be staying here for his would be guard shift. Copperzinnea had hinted at that much. He turned his head back towards Russetshadow and untucked his front paws from underneath him to rest his chin on them. "I wouldn't ask you to either. You're as stubborn as they come but I would never force you to say anything you didn't wish to say or weren't ready to say." He said softly.
