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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 5, 2019 18:17:29 GMT -5
"I see, that was pretty scary, huh?" A quiet voice blew through the wind. It was a tranquil morning in Summerclan and one of the newer garden keepers, Spectreslight, was on grave duty. All the graves needed fresh flowers fairly often in this heat, but it was waning at least. She didn't mind this duty, it gave her a small chance to talk to them. A short layer of dew had formed on the old flowers that were on this shallow grave, she gently brushed them away and hummed, as if just listening to the wind. "That's awful. But there's no more pain where you are now, huh? Hmmm... I'll let her now." The small bouquet was planted, and Spectre gently watered them.
Standing and stepping back, she looked over her work, satisfied. "No crying now. They will be with you always, and you with them, so there's no reason to worry. So let's rest for now." Her white tail brushed against the base of the hill gently, she stood, little woven leaf basket filled with flowers bouncing against her shoulder. The tiny figure disappeared, and she looked around. Right on the border, huh? Wandering only a short while ago, she stared out at that expanse for a second. Just what was waiting for her here?
Once if a lifetime, one might be treated to a very rare sight indeed: Eshek actually doing her job. Well, in the interests of complete disclosure, that wasn’t entirely her motivation when she decided to pay a visit to SummerClan early that morning: Doestar, the little bro of her heart, had been snubbing her lately — something to do with the League murdering his kits or something and her clearly being involved in it because she was high-ranking.
Which, really, even if she had been involved, she honestly thought they were closer than that. What kind of friends, who had known each other since they were both apprentices/trainees, let a little death in the family get in the way of their relationship? She was peeved, and indignant, and more than a little hurt. Maybe, she thought vaguely, she’d feel differently in a few moons when she had her own kits; she was already getting horribly sentimental and mushy about dumb things. Even Funk.
Everything out here was so bright and airy and pretty — sunshine and wildflowers and butterlies. She was so used to the gloom and cobwebs of the estate, and had hardly ever strayed very far at all outside it, that it felt like a whole new world to her. A little brown butterfly flitted in front of her face and she immediately began to leap after it like a kitten, swiping at it with her paws and hopping on her back legs to try and reach it. Eventually, she did; she sliced the poor little butterfly into smithereens with her claws and purred when it fluttered down to the earth, watching it with huge pupils.
Trotting on with a happy purr, she jumped from one patch of flowers to the next— until she finally realised there was another she-cat not too far away, talking to a bunch of graves. Ah, well, not that weird compared to Exsperavit. “Hi!” she called cheerfully, flopping down onto the dry grass and rolling over a few times until she was lying on her belly, forepaws stretched out in front of her. “You’re pretty!”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 5, 2019 20:42:51 GMT -5
The breeze turned, bringing with it the smell of death and decay. Unfamiliar with a bit of familiarity to it. Her white tail flicked above her, and she scanned the tall grasses with squinted eyes. It didn't take her long to spot the grey and white she-cat chasing a butterfly. It never stood a chance, and she could only see the fragments of it falling to the ground. Looking back, she quickly remembered there was no one to look at, but turning around had her meeting the other's eyes. Frozen to the spot and cocking her head to the side, Spectreslight could only stare as the obviously pregnant lady from an unfamiliar land approached her and rolled on the ground in front of her. Her fur bristled up, and she instinctively took a step back, now standing between the grave and her.
"I am. What of it? Who are you?" Blue eyes followed as she paused. Why did she get such an ominous air from this cat? There was no one with her, no other scents in the wind, but a part of her wanted to run. Go back to that day. Nervously she held her ground instead.
Eshek hardly noticed the she-cat’s faint fear, just let out another purr when her fur fluffed up and she stepped back; she was so used to everyone in the League having at least ten murders to their name that she genuinely forgot that it wasn’t the norm for other cats, and that they might not take her friendliness at face value. She always liked to throw her weight around and terrorise toms, but she couldn’t imagine a she-cat being afraid of her. She was a delight!
“Ooh,” she squealed, “I love a girl who knows her own worth. I’m Eshek! But you can just call me Eshek. So, what’s the deal here, you speak to ghosts?” She completely forgot about Doestar; pretty girls always came first. She rested her chin on her forepaws and let out another sighing purr. “That’s cute.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 5, 2019 23:19:04 GMT -5
Spectreslight opened her mouth but shut it at the 'deal'. You speak to ghosts huh? It was that simple. It wasn't that simple. But... who was this she-cat? Who just comes up and says this curse of hers' is cute?! She looked away, quietly playing with the name in her mouth. Eshek. It tasted nice. Not a mountain cat, she'd know. This was someone else. She didn't seem like she would hurt her, but Spectre couldn't help but keep her guard up.
"Yeah. What about it?" Faux confidence filled her voice, trying to get a fraction of control back over her nerves, or maybe the conversation, though her heart continued to pound away in her chest, "What're you doing in Summerclan territory?"
“Well,” Eshek began, like she was about to tell a great little story. “You know that cutie-pie little leader of yours with the button nose and the pretty-boy face? He’s mad at me because someone in my group killed his kits and I’m somehow responsible.” These bits were said with air quotes. She shook her head and scoffed, holding up a forepaw and pulling a face like can you believe it? I know, right? “Anyway, I’m here to knock some sense into him. I mean, who throws away a childhood friendship over some dead babies? It’s so stupid. Back me up here, it’s stupid, right? It’s totally stupid.”
She suddenly remembered the first part of the she-cat’s question. “Oh, you do? Seriously? I was joking.” She tittered a little laugh. “Neat-o. We have a demon who lives in our torture dungeon and he sometimes drives cats insane, but I spent like two years down there and I’m fine, so.” She stared vacantly at her for a moment, smiling blankly, before sucking in a deep breath and snapping back to reality; you could literally see the world rush back into her eyes.
“Oh! Hey! Idea. Could you, like, theoretically talk to two dead babies of no particular parentage or significance so I can clear my name? Or does no one, like, know you can communicate with the dead or whatever and it’d be totally weird if I told your leader and you might get burned at the stake? Also, who are you?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 6, 2019 18:52:42 GMT -5
"He has more of a baby face than a pretty boy one, but yeah, I get that." Spectreslight shrugged at this. She had run around from rogues and heard all sorts of stories from the dead to know this wasn't such an uncommon occurrence. Eshek must be a higher up from one of the more violent groups, if she was given blame for another's actions. Though now she asked, would she throw away a friendship over the lives of others? Probably not, she'd see them again anyway.
She wasn't surprised to hear that Eshek was joking, most were when they asked what she was doing. It was a hard sell, like a wool blanket. Scratchy and uncomfortable. Though talking to a demon and talking to a ghost were two different things, she wasn't sure she could do it. "Yyyyeeeaaahhhh."
"Spectreslight, and I could, but I have no idea how Doestar will react to my... skill. I've been exiled for it before, so who's to say it won't happen again?"
“Great! So you’ll do it?” Without waiting for an answer, Eshek trotted across the border and swept Spectreslight along with her. “Skill?” She let out a laugh. “Honey-pie, that’s a gift. Talking to the dead? I’d kill for that. God, maybe after this you can talk to my dad and find out his last thoughts before I tore out his throat.” She giggled at the memory.
“Oh, exiled, did you say? Well, well, my, oh, my, aren’t you just the fanciest little thing in the world — exiled at your age! Incredible. Are ya gonna give me the juicy deets or am I gonna have to cut them outta you? Ha! Lil’ torturer’s humour there. Don’t worry, I’m not feelin’ it tod— ooh, they’re kicking!” She paused in her rambling to stop and touch a forepaw to her stomach, smiling with her tongue caught between her front teeth. Her heart gave a gentle little tip-tap at the feeling, a wave of love flooding through her.
“Anyway,” she continued, voice a little more gentle and calm and pace slightly more careful as she padded on towards the SpringClan border. “What was I saying? Oh, yeah, the chemical formula for home-made cyanide in any household kitchen. Well, first you—kidding. But, seriously, don’t worry about Doestaaaaar. I’ll take care of him.” Really, he was still just little Doepaw to her, no busted paw, no fancy extra lives, just a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed dreamer of a kid.
She continued in an excited squeal, skipping a little in the air. “Ooh, this is gonna be so good! Oh, also, just to clear the air here ‘cause I know you must be dying to know more about the beauty that’s just shown up on your doorstep,” for some inexplicable reason, she put on a thick Southern accent, “Primal Instinct’s home for me, and I’m the proxy of the Foreign Affairs district.” Her voice returned to normal and she let out a scoffing laugh. “I’m, like, kind of a big deal. So, have you ever killed anyone?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 9, 2019 19:06:40 GMT -5
"I, uhh, wai-" Spectreslight was cut off as Eshek swept her off as they went further into the Summerclan's territory. What had she come to? Could she really just not say no to this she-cat? Doestar and her's relationship was a bit strained, she wasn't sure this one could convince him otherwise. "It's more of a gift to not be considered with the unfinished business of the dead." She muttered at the thought of this as a gift. Never should have went to find her, never should have trained to do this. Maybe she'd have a slightly normal life now
Barely able to get a word in edge wise, she could only go along with Eshek's erratic steps before she finally slowed. On the note of killing someone. Like she was back home, she shivered as she remembered. Well pieces. Nothing connected anymore. The memories of the living and the dead were all mixed up, like a huge melting pot that was only in her head. But the screams, she couldn't forget those screams.
"Yes. It's why I got exiled." She sounded confident, it was one of the few things she could sound like now, but no weakness was gonna get past this proxy right.
"Get out!" Eshek exclaimed with a rough, delighted purr, stopping dead and shoving Spectreslight back with one paw in disbelief. "You got exiled for killing someone? That's so wild." It really was wild; she always forgot that these Clan kitties didn't murder for a living. It seemed like something out of a storybook, something so unbelievable and wacky and unreal, like she was talking to a celebrity or some representative of a different world order.
She trotted on. "Who was it? How'd you do it? Why'd you do it? First cats I ever technically killed were my newborn half-siblings, but, like, they were barely even alive so it doesn't really feel like it counts, y'know? And everyone was just kinda like eh, yeah, it happens. 'Cause it does, y'know? Like, every day. Which is why Doey just needs to move on." She moved her forepaw through the air in front of her like something blowing away on the breeze and whistled a windy sound. "Anyway, yeah, what happened? Or don't you wanna talk about it?" She gave the other she-cat a quirky grin with her brows raised and her head tilted, like it was an inside joke, a ridiculous suggestion - who would ever be shy about talking about something as harmless as murder?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 13:13:49 GMT -5
For a very rude lady, Spectreslight was horrified that Eshek could just casually admit to killing her newborn siblings. They were so young, with so much ahead of them. If Spectre found them, could they even speak to her? Would they just stare at her, crying out in a voice that could only beg? Let out a long whine like 'whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy'? It was a chilling thought, but she had to push it away.
Still, the new question of her murder caused the lump to bounce back to her throat. It was no big deal to her, Primal Instinct must truly be like a different world. Like a black is white, white is black kinda place. She was only familiar with the mountain, with the ways of it. Never daring to descend it until now.
"My mentor. Deja. Ripped out her throat. Left her to die in the snow. Because... because..." Spectre trailed off, blue eyes glossy as she thought. Or tried to. She just came up blank, she could only see that blood, hear the scream. She couldn't see herself. At all.
