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He wished so desperately that he could see her cute little face. Of course, he had burned it to memory. He laughed awkwardly, a mirthless, unfunny laugh. “Oh, well, it’s just Doestar rubbing off on me.” He said around Lilykit’s scruff. Nearly tripling plenty of times, he continued on silence once more until they reached the SummerClan border. “You excited to see Applekit?” He asked, trying to keep a playful tone to his voice. It seemed to be becoming increasingly difficult.
Doestar hummed a half-hearted laugh, gazing distractedly into the dark trees; it was all he could manage. He limped along beside Shadedsun, more careful with his forepaw now that they had Lilykit and he'd been reminded of his duty to her - his duty to be there for her, and to take care of himself so he could be the father she needed. When they reached the SummerClan border, all he wanted to do was lose himself in the familiar scents and sights and sleep for the next year, just forget everything. But, with a quiet, exhausted sigh, he forced his aching paws onward towards WinterClan. He could hear the strain in Shadedsun's voice, could tell how difficult it was to pretend to be happy and care-free; he glanced at him sorrowfully and brushed his side against his, smiling thinly at Lilykit and letting out a soft, tired little breath of laughter.
Oh, well, it's just Doestar rubbing off on me. Lilykit giggled madly, squirming around in her dad's grip till she could bat Doestar's nose with her little paw. "Y'hear that, papa?" she teased, voice still high with giggles. "Dad's sayin' naughty stuff 'bout yoooou." She sang softly to herself as she was carried along - and then, when they left the trees behind and stepped out onto a bright, sweet-smelling meadow washed with buttery sunlight, she let out an excited squeal and struggled again, trying to be put down so she could run around and poke her nose in rabbit holes and explore. You excited to see Applekit? Lilykit batted at a passing butterfly, reaching as far as she could before flopping back down and letting herself dangle in the air; then, suddenly, she piped up again, rising taller in his grip. "Yes!" she chirped, getting momentarily distracted by a sweet-smelling flower and stretching her neck out to sniff it as they passed. "I hope she remembers me! I'm gonna batter her." She pummeled the air playfully with her forepaws, letting out little grunts and pretending it was Applekit's ears.
No matter how much he wanted to jerk away from Doestar’s touch, he refrained, both for fear of tripping over something and for the possibility of upsetting Lilykit. “Shh. Dad’s not suppose to know.” He said quickly in a muffled whisper. Trying to remember where their meeting place was to cross into WinterClan land, he stopped for a moment, finally, after a few hot seconds, chose a direction. “Of course she remembers you. How could she forget?” He purred, trying not to drop her as she squirmed.
He continued in silence and, after a while, the faint smell of WinterClan entered his nostrils. He felt a gentle, quick relief in the pits of his stomach.
"Wrong way," Doestar murmured, voice somewhere between gentle and frustrated, and nudged Shadedsun in the proper direction towards the WinterClan border. He limped along in silence, hardly paying any attention to the other tom or his daughter; and, when the white-specked, misty mountains finally loomed above them, he tilted his head back to take them in for a moment before flicking his tail and padding onward. The air became colder the further into the territory they wandered, the grass giving way to stone and the stone giving way to frost. His pawpads tingled with numbness, his breath fogging around him in soft white clouds. He fluffed out his fur, trying to stop himself from shivering.
"This isn't the place to bring a kit who's only known greenleaf," he spoke up at last, bumping his shoulder against Shadedsun to make him stop. Doestar stood in front of him trembling, ears pressed back against his head and whiskers quivering uncontrollably. There was a half-frozen tremour in his voice, making it softer than he wanted it to sound. "You can go further if you want but you're not taking Lilykit."
"Daaad," Lilykit complained, despite the fact she was also shivering out of her fur; her pelt was thicker than her SummerClan dad's, but it was still too thin to withstand the WinterClan chill. Her legs dangled below her as she glared at him sulkily; there was no way she was going to be told she couldn't do something her sister could, no way she was going to be told she wasn't tough enough, no way she was going to let anyone have anything she couldn't have. "That's so not fair - if Applekit can do it, so can I."
"No, darling, you can't," Doestar replied sharply, almost snapping at her. "And, no, it's not fair, but that's just life. You're not going any further."
The ground was uncomfortable underpaw, wet and cold and weirdly mushy. He rolled his eyes but gently placed Lilykit down beside Doestar. He was right, after all. At Lilykit’s objections, he shook his head. “No sweets, it’s much to cold even for Dad.” He explained, fluffing out his pelt and pretending to shiver as if he were freezing. He really wasn’t. While he still had a slight chill, it was bearable thanks to his thick coat.
“Maybe you should go, considering you can see.” He tried to keep the edge out of his voice, but, of course, he failed.
Doestar fell into a stunned silence for a moment, glaring up at him in a cold sort of defiance. It made for a change, to have Shadedsun stand up to him, and he wasn't sure that he liked it. For a few heartbeats, there was only the distant howling of the frozen wind and his own trembling. "Fine," he replied at last, voice icy. Scraping his glare away from Shadedsun, he turned and clambered up a rocky outcrop, ignoring the ache of the cold against his paws. Not looking back, he stalked ahead into the fog hanging low over the mountains. The cold had washed away most scent trails, leaving him without any clue as to which direction he should be heading in to find the camp; but, really, he was in too foul a mood to care, simply stalking aimlessly through the patches of snow and hardly giving his pain any more acknowledgement than a frustrated hiss when he stepped on a shard of stone.
Watching him vanish into the mist, Lilykit looked up at her SpringClan dad with a look that, as a natural troublemaker, was somewhere between worried and mischievous, tucking himself into his fur to escape the cold. "Are you mad at each other?" she asked uncertainly, voice small and squeaky against the wind.
Settling down beside Lilykit, he held her close into his fur, trying his best to keep her warm. “A little bit, yes.” He sighed, feeling that pesky headache crawling upon him once more. “But it’ll be okay.” He reassured, somewhat doubting it.
***
Running into the SummerClan leader definitely hadn’t been on his to do list that day. First, he was gonna eat, and explore that cool little hole he found near the FallClan border, and then go and see if there were any more cool stones to collect. And then came Doestar—which was a huge surprise. What was he suppose to do? Chase him off? Woodpaw figures nervously as he watched the leader silently, wincing as he stepped on a sharp stone. All this snowmelt uncovered all the sharp rocks and twigs and icky mud.
“Uh—hi? I’m—I’m Woodpaw. Careful, there are a lot of those.” He commented, glancing at the leader’s working paw. He laughed nervously. “What do you need? Do you wanna y’all to Leatherstar?”
When he heard the young tom's voice, Doestar closed his eyes and let out an irritated sigh, hanging his head to collect himself. He was so tired - so, so tired - and it took so much out of him every time he had to put on his sweet, charming Doestar facade. Forcing a bright smile, he turned to face the apprentice, ignoring the pain in his paw and the warm dampness of the blood leeching out into the snow.
"Yes," he replied tightly, the chill of his voice at odds with the warm smile on his face, "clearly. Hello, Woodpaw, I'm Doestar." He slowed down over the introductions, exaggerating the words and almost sounding like he was making fun of the apprentice. Because he was. He was in a terrible mood, and his paw hurt, and he was freezing cold, and his kits were dead, and Shadedsun was being a brat, and he was, because he couldn't find it in himself not to and having a laugh at someone else's expense was the closest he'd gotten to feeling anything at all the entire day. "No, thank you, I really have no interest in talking to anyone at the moment. What I need is for you, or anyone, I really don't care, to go back to camp and fetch my daughter, Applekit - that's Apple, like the fruit. Do you think you can manage that? Yes? Good lad." He smiled, sickeningly sweet. "Get Applekit, bring her back to me, and I'll be on my merry way."
Shuffling his paws awkwardly, Woodpaw caught himself just before he could say ‘oh, I know.’ His mouth hung open stupidly for a heartbeat before he clamped it shut. Confused by the Leader’s unusual attitude, he shrugged it off with an “Alright, I’ll be right back.” And skipped off to collect Applekit. Doestar was acting as though he didn’t know his own Clanmates! Well, he was partially right, but... He wasn’t some stupid kit. Usually, if it were anybody else—save for a few others—he wouldn’t have been that bothered, but hearing it come out of a superiors mouth stung a little.
The skinny brown tom came back a bit later with Applekit hanging from his jaws, her back legs nearly dragging across the ground. Once the kit saw Doestar, she let out a great squeal of excitement and wiggled out of the apprentice’s jaw, running full force into her father. “Dad! Dad! I missed you! It’s so cold but it’s so cool and there is lots to do and so much to explore! Of course, there’s even more, but I can’t go outside of camp yet. But they say prey is disappearing because all the snows melting, but at least it’s warmer.” She fluffed out her coat and shivered. “Where’s daddy?” She asked, tilting her head up at Doestar, her large amber eyes burning with curiosity.
As soon as Woodpaw left, the guilt leeched in. The apprentice didn't deserve that - he was so sweet and just trying to be helpful, he didn't deserve to be treated like dirt just because Doestar was in pain. He mulled over the dark feelings for a little while, feeling like he was either going to cry or throw up, and when Woodpaw reappeared with Applekit, he was on his paws in an instant, a small, genuine smile on his face. He let out an amused purr at his daughter's reaction, his heart instantly softening and a little spark of life draining back into his chest. He would never say it, but Applekit had always been his favourite.
"I missed you, too," he wheezed, laughing as the breath was knocked out of him by her barreling into him at a sprint; he barely managed to stay on his paws, stumbling backwards before he found his balance again. He pulled her in for a brief hug, touching his chin to the top of her head, and listened patiently as she rambled, smiling and purring all the while. "Well, there'll be even more to explore where we're goin' - how do you feel about an adventure? Dad's waiting just a bit down the hill." He gestured behind him with a flick of his head, smiling down at her. He didn't say anything about the prey disappearing or the snow melting; it might be his problem soon, but right now he didn't care about anything but his family and keeping them safe.
"Thank you," he added gently to Woodpaw, glancing up over Applekit's head and meeting the apprentice's gaze. He offered a soft, apologetic smile. "And I'm sorry. It's been a tough few days; I haven't been myself. I'll have her back before the new moon." Dipping his head to Woodpaw, he nudged Applekit along with his paw, figuring she'd be able to walk better than he could down the slope. "Come on, sweetpea, watch your step."
"Eeeeeeeeeee!" Lilykit literally shook with excitement at the sight of her sister, breaking away from her SpringClan dad to race up the rocks and barrel into her. "You've gotten so fluffy!" she squealed, rolling over and over with Applekit across the snow-melt. "You look like a squirrel!" She playfully sank her little fangs into her sister's scruff, shaking her roughly with a little giggle.
Doestar loped along behind her more slowly, watching his daughters to avoid having to look at Shadedsun. "Well, I did it," he grumbled, sitting down heavily beside him. "No thanks to you."
Woodpaw dipped his head nervously, a smile on his face at Applekit’s reaction. “Oh, no problem. It—it’s alright, by the way.” He laughed sheepishly with another nod of his head and bounded off, careful of the sharp stones and twigs.
***
As soon as Applekit saw her sister, she let out another squeal of excitement and pure joy, laughing playfully as she was barrelled over. “Pfft! I’m not a squirrel, silly!” She giggled some more, wiggling away from her sister and messily pouncing on her. She rubbed her head against Lilykit’s chest fur, nuzzling close. “You smell different. But I missed you so much! It felt like foooorever you were gone!” Applekit cuffed her sister’s ear before rolling off into the wet snow beside her.
Applekit turned and ran towards Shadedsun, pressing herself into his fluff and nearly disappearing in the process. “Daddy I missed you!” She purred.
Shadedsun smiled down at his daughter, waves of relief and guilt and heartache and happiness drowning him all at once. “I’m so glad you two are here.” He glared up at Doestar, holding on to his words for a few seconds. “Okay, seriously, what’s your problem? We’re both hurting, you don’t have to be such a prick to me though. Just to make your own miserable self better. Now quit it, you’re setting a bad example for the kits.”
"I know!" Lilykit squealed, wrapping her paws around Applekit's head when she nuzzled into her chest and squeezing her into a tight hug for a moment. "You're my wittle baby, I missed you so much, toooooo." Her voice was high and muffled by her sister's fur; she rolled from side to side on her back, still squeezing Applekit, before finally letting her go with a burst of giggling laughter. She ducked her head when her sister cuffed her ear, squinting up at her with a mischievous grin, and scrabbled to her paws when the other kit raced towards their dad. "Hey, wait up," she shouted, slipping and sliding across the icy stone as she bounded after her and launched herself at her SpringClan dad, practically bouncing off his fluff and landing atop Applekit. She caught her again between her forepaws and rolled her over with a high little growl.
Doestar lifted his forepaw when the kits tumbled onto it, looking down at them with a small smile that faded the instant Shadedsun spoke. The words stung, so unexpected from the other tom; he'd gotten so used to just being able to walk all over him without any consequences. "Oh, now you're gonna fight back?" he replied, voice quiet and bitter. His fur bristled at the last words; he forced it to lie flat, anger making his heart thrum. "The kits are fine," he spat, a little too loud; he lowered his voice again, leaning in towards Shadedsun, and hissed, "and I might be miserable but at least I'm not pathetic."
Lilykit looked up from where she had Applekit pinned beneath her, one clunky little paw on her sister's throat. "Are you fighting?" she asked, voice quiet and hurt. She didn't like it when things weren't perfect and exactly how she wanted them.
“Oh you furball! I’m no littler than you!” Letting out a loud oof as her sister landed on top of her, she squirmed for a while before eventually giving up on trying to escape. Her mood was darkened as her dads spat at each other, the tension in the air sharp as a whip.
Shadedsun, on the other hand, felt a cold shiver of anger down his spine. Clenching his jaw, he let out a warning his as he got to his paws. “You know what, maybe I am pathetic, just maybe. But at least I’m not a desperate lowlife coward who falls for every tom they meet.” He spat, his fur bristling. “You certainly are one to talk ‘Mr. has a breakdown at the Gathering because he just couldn’t handle seeing all the mistakes he did in the past.’ And you know who was there for you first? Me. You’re such an idiot.” He exploded, barely remembering that the kits were around and could hear every word being said, could feel every crackle of anger in the air. “You wanna call me pathetic? Because—because you’re pathetic and so much more!” He knew, very soon, he would feel immensely guilty for all that he said, but in the heat of the moment he didn’t quite care. His grasp on—on everything—was slipping between his paws.
The words cut through him like glass, slicing through to every one of his insecurities and his fears - it was true, and he knew it, and he hated Shadedsun for knowing it too, hated him for using the memory of that gathering, one of his weakest moments, against him. "Oh, fall for every tom I meet, do I?" he replied, voice suddenly icy calm and sugar sweet; he took a step closer to Shadedsun, lip curled in a sneer and expression an cold, sly sort of softness. "You really wanna talk about that, when you were so willing to give me your heart the second I gave you the slightest hint of affection? So desperate for any teeny, tiny bit of love, so desperate to be wanted - because," he let out a nasty laugh, "let's face it, who's ever gonna love the cat who, you said it yourself, Shaded - you're nothing compared to who you used to be. All that anxiety only goes so far before it just gets insufferable." His voice turned to a gentle coo, like he was talking to someone a bit slow in the head. "And, oh, you were there for me first? Honestly, it's so sweet that you even remember that at all - almost sounds like you're still in love with me." He smiled. "Maybe I did used to fall for every tom I met. Makes you wonder, then, doesn't it, why I didn't fall for you." He stared into Shadedsun's eyes, a clear, cold challenge, daring him to fight back. "Practically threw yourself at me, could’ve had you in a second, and I still didn't want you."
Lilykit stared up at her parents, little ears flattened against her head. Most of what they were saying went straight over her head but she understood that they were angry, and anger meant that maybe they'd stop loving her and her siblings, meant that maybe they'd abandon them back where they found them. They weren't their real kits, she wasn't really their daughter - why would they care about them? She pressed against Applekit, draping her foreleg around her shoulders and drawing her closer to her, trying to stop her sister from listening. "Shh," she whispered, covering Applekit's ear with her paw to try and block out the fighting and pressing the other ear into her own fluff. She was still shaking a little. "It's okay. They'll be okay, I promise. They're not mad at us." She wasn't so sure.
He flattened his ears, ripping up wet mud as he dug his claws into the ground. “Shut up! You know you played me on, you knew exactly what you were doing!” He shouted, causing Applekit to huddle closer into her sister. “You’re a selfish rat, you know that?” He growled, quieter this time. His words stung, stabbing him over and over and over, swarming his head, and he hated them because they were right. They were so, so right. All he wanted to do was just curl into a ball and sob and just rot away. He was insufferable. And desperate for Doestar’s love that he near hated a cat who had done nothing but love the tom he wanted—he needed. All he wanted to do in that very moment was hurt Doestar—make him suffer. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He felt so terrible. So disgusting. So utterly wrong.
“It’s your fault our sons are dead, you should have just stayed in BrookClan.”
The words crashed down on Applekit like a wave. Their sons? Did they mean her brother’s? Pressing closer into Lilykit, she tried to hold back her tears. She hated seeing her dads fight. It was the worst sight in the world. No wonder her brothers weren’t here. “Are they—are they talking about Batkit and Foxkit?” She mumbled through tears. Of course. She already knew the answer.
Doestar had been on the verge of cruel laughter, glancing away dismissively with a scoff letting and opening his mouth to bite something back— and then he was silent. It’s your fault our sons are dead. The words echoed through Doestar’s head; it felt like they filled the whole mountainrange, all the wind and cold, all the sky and weak sunlight — in all the world, there was only those words, whispering over and over and over till nothing else existed and nothing else mattered.
He stared at Shadedsun, all the fire fading from his eyes and leeching into the icy air. “Mm.” It was all he could manage. He nodded, eyes dropping to the ground, before turning and limping back down the side of the mountain, leaving Shadedsun and their daughters behind. He didn’t care. He didn’t feel a thing. Only those words. His whole body felt cold, empty, light as air. No grief, no anger, no heartbreak. It’s your fault our sons are dead.
He leaped the last few feet down to the frosty grass at the edge of the territory, landing unsteadily on three paws and reopening the cut on the pad of his good forepaw; he leaned on the ankle of his broken paw for balance, stumbling as he padded on across the border into SummerClan. He stopped by a clump of lavender and sat down, staring absently for a moment before flopping onto the ground and gazing ahead with glazed eyes. He thought, in a numb, far-away sort of way, that he should have cried then. The tears wouldn’t come.
Lilykit stared between her fathers in horror. “No, they— they can’t,” she replied, voice soft and shaky. Tears welled in her eyes; she held Applekit tighter, wanting to protect her, shelter her, hide her away from all the anger and hurt. She buried her face in her sister’s cheek, feeling her own warm breath washing over her face. “They’re not dead,” she promised her, “they’re just tryna scare us.”
When her SummerClan dad left them, she let out a high, wailing sob and bounded after him as far as a little cliff face, perching on the edge and watching him as he disappeared from sight. The wind buffeted her fur and dried the tears before they could fall, turning them cold against her eyes and stinging her cheeks. “Where’s he going?” she wailed back at Shadedsun, looking over her shoulder at him desperately. “Is he leaving us? Are you gonna leave us?” Her voice broke into a high-pitched cry, her chin trembling. “Dad, where are our brothers?”
She wiped the back of her paw against her nose, turning around to face her father with a furious sort of terror and backing up to the edge of the little cliff. “You don’t want us anymore, do you? Do you?” She let out a frantic sob, sniffing violently.
He huffed, hissing at Doestar as he went, having half the mind to shout something after him. He immediately felt guilty, so guilty he thought he might be sick. They just needed some space is all, right? He stared down at his sobbing daughters, sadness and guilt twisting his heart. Lilykit’s words just made him want to sob. He nodded slowly. “We—we found themast night.” He said quietly, sitting down in front of his daughters. He didn’t want to share the gruesome, disgusting details. It was all too much.
Shadedsun sighed, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. Lilykit and Applekit didn’t deserve this. They didn’t deserve any of it. They should have had nothing but joy and happiness and love, not death, abandonment, and violent arguments. “He just needs some space, sweets. You’ll see him later. Right now we’re going to SummerClan.” He explained softly, pulling his kits closer. “We would never, ever leave you, even if you tried to kill us. We love you so much, no matter what.”
While she liked the comfort of her dad’s fluff, she scooted away slightly and cling close to Lilykit. She didn’t want them to be dead! They weren’t dead! They were playing! “They’ll come back, right?” She asked, already knowing the true answer.
Lilykit struggled out of her dad's grip with a high-pitched growl of protest, stomping away with her tail around Applekit and glaring up at him defiantly. "I don't wanna go to SummerClan!" she shot back at him, in her shrill, lisping little kit voice; angry tears spilled over her cheeks, her words trembling. "I wanna go back home. You don't love us." They'll come back, right? Lilykit turned on her sister, fur fluffing up as the tears continue to fall, leaving dark little specks on the stones under her paws. "No, stupid, they're not coming back. They're dead." She broke into a furious sob; she felt so confused, so overwhelmed, like her body was breaking apart at the seams. Her brothers were dead and it was their fault - it was their mother's fault for abandoning them, it was her dads' faults for ever finding them, their fault for splitting them up. If she'd been with them, they would still be alive. She rounded on her dad and cried, "I hate you!"
Blinded by confused, messy grief and anger, she turned, tiny paws scrabbling on the loose stones, and bounded down the slope after Doestar, half-slipping, half-falling down the rocky outcrops. She didn't stop; she just wanted to get away from them all.
Taken aback, Applekit backed away from her sister, her loud sobs turning into quiet tears. Stupid? She was stupid! Lilykit was right, of course they wouldn’t come back.
I hate you! The words echoed in Shadedsun’s head, causing unwarranted tears to fall from his eyes. Lilykit hated him. She didn’t mean it, right? She was grieving, just like him, and took it out with anger instead. Just . . . like him. Applekit watched her sister run off and immediately followed her, tripping and rolling down the slippery slope. “Wait, Lilykit! Where are you going?” She called after her sister, hearing the frantic pawsteps of Shadedsun behind her.
“Lilykit, where else are you going to go? SummerClan is your home! All the mountain clans are your home!” The former leader called desperately after his daughter, unable to hear where she had went.
"Leave me alone!" Lilykit shrieked over her shoulder, scrabbling down the rocks faster when she heard her sister following after her. She ignored her father, scrunching her face up in a furious expression to try and force the tears back into her eyes; it didn't work and she just sobbed all the harder, the tears half-blinding her and turning the world to a blurry grey and blue mess. I hate you, was all she could think. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. "This isn't my home and you're not my dad!"
Almost back down on the soft earth at the edge of WinterClan territory, she tried to leap the last few feet and landed awkwardly, rolling off the edge of a small outcrop and across the sharp little pebbles. She landed sprawled out on the frost-tipped grass, wailing in fear and anger and all the other awful feelings she couldn't find names for. She dragged herself to her paws and forced herself to keep running—
—Doestar grabbed her by the scruff and hauled her into the air, ignoring her desperate squirming and the sharp little claws scrabbling at his neck. "Put me down!" she screamed, rocking back and forth in the air and trying every possible way to get out of his grip. Doestar didn't respond, just padded back over to the WinterClan border and set her down at his paws, placing one forepaw on top of her head to keep her in place while he waited for Shadedsun and Applekit.
At first, she battered her leg with her back paws and tried to bite him as hard as she could, and he didn't stop her, because it didn't hurt and she needed some way to cope with all the feelings she didn't understand; then, her fighting turned to crying, and he tucked her into his chest fur and let her sob all her anger out. "Shh," he whispered, because there was nothing else he could possibly say. I'm sorry? They're with StarClan now? She didn't need to hear any of that.
