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Post by Honeystorm on Sept 27, 2019 23:52:06 GMT -5
( The thread for current Bluejay & Pandora. cx Faith )
Pandora and Bluejay had spent much of their time together since they'd discovered each other. At minimum, it was two to three times a week, usually every single day, when Pandora had time.
Even so, Bluejay hadn't ever seen her sister in such a state. She tilted forward as she stumbled into the mansion, mind swimming. Her destiny called to her, and she could feel herself slipping away, the care and emotions falling to the wayside with each and every step. Destruction, death, vengeance and justice. The Sun God had never told her that this is how her fate was to be. Not simply getting angry, but also losing all she clung to in the process. She could feel Duskslayer's image, for example, crumbling and cold, as though his care were superficial and meaningless, and it tore her apart, enraged her, that she couldn't hold onto that genuine love.
Bluejay's face leaned against the window, smushing the side of her face in as she watched the rain draw tracks down the window pane. It had three weeks since she last heard a sound that wasn't the house settling, or a mouse dashing across the floor. The silence unnerved her and yet it surrounded her as much as air. Her ear leaned against the cold window, harder and harder, the raindrops were hitting the window like rocks, it didn't sound like rain. Scary, but still, a more welcoming sound than silence. Out of the corner of her eye she could see apple blossoms whipping about in the harsh winds.
"They're beautiful aren't they, mommy?"
Bluejaykit sat beside Glowstar who stared out in the same amount of kit wonder as she did, at the dozens of apple blossom trees laid out before them. The apple blossoms were past blooming, leaf fall had arrived and along with it the autumn breeze that sailed between each tree prying loose apple blossoms into the air to dance around the two. Bluejaykit stared up watching her mother stare motionless at them, there seemed to be more and more apple trees every year.
The howling wind echoed through the mansion, her home was a husk, empty and soulless, waking her out of the nostalgic trance. Pandora had entered the mansion, she retreated herself from the window and dove down through the hole in the floor boards and onto the fridge in the kitchen to meet where Pandora had entered. Her tail curled around herself, "What's up?" She asked casually, but already had a good guess.
Bluejay's voice wormed it's way into her mind, like tendrils grasping at the soul flailing in an endless sea of emotions. A mirthless smile found itself presenting upon the cinnamon-auburn feline's face as she turned to her sister, fragmented, shattered, flickers of past, present, and future flashing past her eyes. Smoke billowed against her paws, soot clinging to her paw and rubbing across the upper portion of her face as she dug her paws into her eyes in an attempt to clear her mind.
"Mom's back... Foxstar." She murmured. "And she's started killing cats. Especially DayClan cats, and the Immortal Council members specifically." Bluejay knew about her destiny, Pandora had long since told her about it. She knew what Foxstar was doing would most likely be the last straw in breaking the apprentice's spirit. Who could come back from something like this? They'd never get along.
"It's like she's doing this on purpose," Bluejay sympathized, her paw swatting at a plastic bowl on top of the fridge, "What are you going to do about it? How does it make you feel inside?" She asked, her eyes could resist from stretching wide, her interest captivated now.
