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(Suicidal warning! She lives though so there's that!)
Her life was...over.
Her kits were dead.
Her family missing.
Her home gone.
Ivorycrown was a broken, hateful mess. The anger she'd buried in the last few moons was back, and with a vengeance. Laying at her paws, soaked and cold, were her three sons. Pantherkit, Tigerkit, and poor little Cougarkit. Dead, days before their apprentice ceremony. How fitting.
It'd all been a joke! Her get a happy ending! A happy life! The daughter of Peanutblossom, granddaughter of Ambersky. No. Her life had always been crap. Daddy couldn't keep it within the clan's lands and instead found flings in multiple cats throughout the territories. Granny had been a lousy medicine cat, breaking the code. She'd been the start of their little cursed family. Screwing them all over for generations to come all because she couldn't follow one little code; medicine cats don't have mates or kits!
"Really, I should have seen this coming, hmm little ones? How could I be happy?" Tears streamed down her face, unstopping and she didn't care. Why did she live when ones so young had barely begun their lives? She'd saved them from the cold of a stormy night, from near death and yet, a few moons with her and sealed their fate.
Maybe..maybe it was time to leave, to leave this world. The waters she'd barely escaped with her precious bundles was only feet away. To think, they'd been breathing still before she'd reached land. How fitting that they died moments before she crawled her way onto land.
Soft paw steps sounded behind Ivorycrown moments before a lithe, jet black cat appeared at the broken queen's side. Radiant blue eyes stared down at the queen and her dead kits. "Hm. Cute little things. Unfortunate fatality for something so young." Her voice was emotionless and sharp, her frosty gaze cold.
Ivorycrown didn't answer, merely pulled her little ones closer. She'd need to bury them soon. Away from the water, maybe under a tree...it'd be fitting there. Found and buried under a tree. Ivory fur was soaked to the bone, the wind freezing as it blew through. Where even was she?
"You do have to leave, now. Usually I would have clawed you to pieces but given your current situation...well...I'm not completely heartless" the cat spoke again. "You are on Primal Instinct territory. You must leave before the others find you. They may not be as...forgiving as I can be...sometimes."
"Go ahead. Do it." Death would be a welcomed in this moment. Ivorycrown looked the other cat in the eyes, her own void of life. Her will to live was dead before her, so what good would it do for her to keep living? She'd never been welcomed in life. Her own father hadn't wanted anything to do with her. Her older sister had raised her out of some sense of responsibility. These kits were the only thing she'd been living for as of late. And now, even they had left her. "What are you waiting for?" She was already dead, so why delay the inevitable?
A smirky smile curled on the cat's lips and she circled the hurt queen and settled in front of her. "That would be the merciful thing to do, wouldnt it? However, how could I pass up a possible asset? Grief and pain makes you dead inside, yes? Makes you angry." She began to pace in front of the she-cat. "Makes you want to seek revenge. You become reckless because you dont care anymore. Which means you would go through great lengths to avenge your kits' deaths." She stopped pacing and smiled down at Ivorycrown. "You would be of great use. Come with me. I can take you to Primal Instinct. You could become one of us. You could start over. A whole new life."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2019 22:49:37 GMT -5
"There's no need to be so threatening, Mellori." Practically bounding out of the underbrush was Lorelei Manina, a calico with too much energy for a Punishment cat. Her odd gaze traced from Mellori, to Ivorycrown, to the dead kits in front of her. Grief was hard, she knew. She wondered briefly what emotions they held in their final moments. Panic, no doubt, but perhaps a calmness and wonder came to them in their final moments. But drowning, huh. Guess that explains why cats shouldn't swim. Heh heh. For now, she brushed past the black she-cat and came to a halt in front of Ivorycrown.
"Hey. Name's Lorelei. Let's get out of this awful rain, eh?" She tried to sound a little comforting, but it came out blank for the most part.
"I was handling it, Lorelei." Mellori mewed calmly though there was a warning edge to her voice. Such kindness could damage Primal Insrinct's reputation.
She'd have to bury her kits before she did anything, even she wasn't cruel enough to leave there bodies to the elements. While the two cats bickered behind her, Ivorycrown moved towards a dead tree. How fitting that her kits would be buried under a dead tree just like the one she'd found them under. It was heartbreaking, but even she could see the irony in the situation. Laughter bubbled out of her. Oh yes, Primal Instinct could use a dead cat walking like her. The clans would only want to 'fix' her. But there was no fixing something as broken as herself.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 17, 2019 13:28:06 GMT -5
"I get that Mello, but a walking carcass isn't gonna do us any good. We're not so starved for members that we need a dead cat walking. Especially if they won't let us eat them." Lorelei hardly cared for the edge on her clanmate's voice. She was far more relaxed, even mentioning her casual cannibalism. "Besides, it's cliche and overly sad if there's no ray of hope for someone when they're in the pits of despair. Life rides on conflict, Mello, it's bad writing otherwise." At that, she turned and approached Ivorycrown and the dead tree. She barely caught the traces of laughter from the mourning she-cat. Coming to her side, she stepped away and started to dig, careful to not spray any dirt on the others.
"Y'know. Even if something is broken, that doesn't mean it's useless. Brokenness comes with it's own uses and beauty. It's like those containers twolegs make where the cracks in them are actually features. They're shown off rather than hidden away."
Ivorycrown paid no mind to the one helping her dig. She was partially lost in her own grief, the other part unwilling to accept their deaths. They were so young, there was so much ahead for them! Anger welled up inside the ex-EarthClan member. Life was cruel, always had been to her. Why would this be any different? Amber gold could be seen looking out the corner of her eye to the cat next to her, "I've been broke since birth." Kits buried, her head turned to the sky, it too was raining tears of grief. A wicked smile was on her lips, a sign of just how broken she was. "StarClan cursed from birth. No love, no family, no mate, and definitely no kits for poor ol' Ivorycrown." How ironic.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 20, 2019 22:56:01 GMT -5
"Star...clan?" Lorelei stopped digging at that, pulling her paws out of the shallow grave as she thought. Sure, she had heard about Starclan... a little. A tiny bit. Okay, so she only heard the name, but still. What were they even? Like gods, but also ancestors? Were they just stars, or ghosts? Ooh, scary. No matter what they were, the calico didn't particularly care. "Then kick them in the nuts. Screw this Starclan! You know what we do to people that curse us? We gut them and spit on their guts. Don't even eat them. Bleh. They're a waste. Just like this Starclan. Throw them to the curb. You gotta enjoy life, not just wait for some dead cat or ghost tell you what you can and can't do. If this is a broken life, then let's drive so fast we crash and burn. Go out with a bang and a smile. Get what I'm saying?"
Mellori padded over, an annoyed look on her face. "You cant gut their Starclan, genius." She rolled her eyes, switching her attention from her league mate to Ivorycrown. "Look, it sucks that your kits died. You have my condolences but time for grieving is over. Get up off that muddy ground, brush yourself off, and move on. Nothing will bring your kits back. They are gone. Lorelei is sugar coating it but I wont do that. It's over. You've lost your clan, your family, your kits, and now yourself. So you can either lay here in the rain feeling sorry for yourself or you can get up and be stronger than the cat you were before. Or you can be someone your kits would be proud of. Whichever keeps you from sulking around on our territory."
"Fine." It felt so final. Ivorycrown knew she wouldn't be giving up the grief any time soon, how could anyone ask that of a mother. But anger...anger she could work with and she could easily turn that grief into such. Rage had filled the void left by so many others for so long, it just felt right to stroke the fires now. She paid one last glance at her lost little ones' graves, then turned herself to face the other two she-cats. A wicked smile and crazed eyes found theirs. "Who needs StarClan. All they've ever done is left us for dead. They wouldn't even spare kits! Now," her eyes turned towards Lorelei, "show me how to make life a bang."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 5, 2019 21:55:05 GMT -5
"Awwww yeah sis. Now we're talking." The calico bounced on her toes. The rain dissipated in her world, maybe suspended in the air like a dramatic scene in a movie. That wasn't the case, it kept drizzling. But she stopped noticing it, filled with a familiar fire she was addicted to. "Come on, come on. If we're gonna get thrown out by our ancestors anyway, let's give them a real reason to. We can go fight, kill, steal, whatever you want. I'm down from whatever, though I'm sure Mello is gonna complain no matter what. What can we call you?" Her question was abrupt yet poignant. This was the broken she-cat's chance to go under a new name, maybe wipe the slate and give herself a brand new start. Or not. It didn't matter to Lorelei.
"Dont call me that" Mellori growled. Her name was Mellori, not Mello. She was anything but Mellow. She flicked her intense blue eyes toward Ivorycrown, waiting for her response.
