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It had started the morning after Glowstar had announced her as the newest member of the Immortal Council. A deputy position, which she had always known as a Warden. And now, after seven months in Dayclan, she had attained the second highest leadership position possible.
Her family had a knack for this, though she only knew the half of it. Her cousin Solaris had been the iron-fisted leader of Primal Instinct until he was blinded. She hadn't particularly liked him, but she had admired his abilities. Her sister, though she was oblivious to her existence, was the Chaman of Renegade Regime. And now Kasdeya was rising through the ranks.
And she hated it.
She didn't hate the idea of power, nor did she think of herself as incompetent. But this place was her home, and so alien to her, at the same time. The glances from others had only recently switched from suspicious, to friendly, to now slightly admiring. All she had done was stop lashing out and start earning her keep. Why couldn't she just blend in? It wasn't their fault, she had to remind herself, conflicted at the mix of envy and anger and loyalty she felt towards Dayclan. She was a spectacle, wherever she went. Always outside, always other, always conspicuous; partly due to her unique appearance.
But she had been given this position, and she was determined to live up to it. No matter what her erratic, disjointed inner voice said about it. And that began with making more friends, so she had approached Eternallaughter after her midday meal, giving him a brief nod. "Would you like to go hunting?" She asked, fixing him under her gaze- one bright orange eye, one sapphire blue one.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 15, 2019 12:52:39 GMT -5
If there was someone who understood what it felt like to always be out of place, it was Eternallaughter. Born in WaterClan to Yellowmoon, a highly abusive she-cat who was the daughter of a former leader named Musicalstar, he'd been starved, beaten, and ultimately scarred before he fled during his first training session with the clan. His ears bore holes in them of varying sizes, the wind always seeming to whisper though them and tickle him. One feather hung from each ear. Protection. Justice. He hadn't been able to save his brother, Threepaw from death due to his mother. Hadn't been able to save Vanillapaw, his half-sister, from her fate either, though he'd been part of the patrol that had helped to kill Yellowmoon, who had been residing as WinterClan's medicine cat then.
But that wasn't what made his appearance unique. No, it was the carved smile on his face, a grotesque sort of grin that despite being long healed, would never disappear. It was rather routine by now, that outsiders tended to find his appearance rather disturbing, he couldn't ever get away from the fact that he would never be normal. Yet, DayClan accepted him, had listened to him when he'd held the title Eternalstar alongside the other Immortal Council members of the time for a short while when Glowstar had been captured. No matter what happened, they, at least, accepted him. And that was more than enough for him.
A true smile found his way to his face, stretching the forced grin in a terrifying sort of way as she greeted him. He wasn't one to judge where a cat came from. Rubyflame had been born a twoleg, Glowstar, a former member of the League herself, and even himself, from WaterClan. She'd proven herself enough to be chosen for this position, to now bear two lives to use in service to DayClan. Maybe she was rough around the edges, but so was he.
Kasdeya found herself studying his features, taking in the scars without a hint of disgust, merely a placid curiosity. She had seen plenty of cats with scars and she had her own, though they weren't on the outside. She too wore her feathers- she had finally donned them in her fifth month here. Survival, and control. Not control over others, but control over her own fate. She was a master at converting her inner turmoil into the bitterness and spite she used to overcome her circumstances.
"We could wander to the chicken coop to catch mice," she suggested with a light shrug, tearing her eyes off of him after a moment. "It's a longer walk, but an easier hunting ground." Kasdeya wasn't a bad hunter, but her strength was fighting.
