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Limbo. Purgatory. Twilight. Dusk. Living. Dead. The Cusp. Born under a Reed Moon, it should not come as any surprise that Wisp seems to transcend the permeable border between the two worlds as easily as one might step left instead of right. Her mottled pelt looks like the forest floor bathed in moonlight and moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid as the river that cuts their territory in half. The she-cat was found in the territory as a kit under the pale gaze of the Reed Moon, alone with no trace of any other cat anywhere nearby. Truthfully, it seemed an omen, though the cats that found her couldn't decide if it was a good one or a bad one. Raised as a MoonClan follower through and through, Wisp kept the ephemeral name as a testament to her origins and wears it with pride despite her other clanmates bearing a full warrior name. The she-cat doesn't sleep often and can be found wandering the moors under the red light of a rising sun. She never says why she doesn't sleep, though some believe it may have to due with her thrashing night terrors that plague her when she is found in her nest at camp. She is a withdrawn, serious cat that doesn't have much patience for silliness or games, and prefers to ensure the clan's good standing with the Goddess Selene over any petty mortal squabbles that might plague the clan. She is not a stranger to drawing blood, but prefers diplomacy as a first attempt since it breeds fewer grudges in the long run. A strange looking cat and an ever stranger soul, Wisp takes some getting used to, as unnerving as her presence often is. Still, those who make the effort find a stalwart friend and protector.
Sitting in the prisoner's den in the bleached wasteland of SunClan next to what were effectively torture chambers wouldn't normally provide solace to a cat. The screams rising out of the Janus' den might, in fact, keep one from getting any sleep at all. For a normal cat, that is.
Wisp didn't even try to hide her yawn as she awoke on the hard, hot earth, stretching her paws out until each claw unsheathed. That was the most rest she'd gotten in...ever, maybe. Certainly since she could remember. The MoonClan she-cat didn't know what to think about that. Every day since she'd gotten to SunClan she'd slept through the peak heat of the sunlight hours as restful as a kit, and awoken a different cat each night. The Moon seemed hidden from her in her prison - that did bother her. Apart from that, however, she felt like she was almost on a vacation.
No more sleep paralysis, no more shadowy figures looming over her loved ones, no more death and blood and gore in her dreams. No, she was at peace. It was that very peace that disquieted her. Why, no, how was it that she felt so calm, so relaxed in enemy territory? Enemies that, by their own admission, had kidnapped others of her clan and were, at that very moment, brainwashing them into abandoning Selene for their haughty Sun God?
Standing up, she didn't bother to lick down the tufts of her sticking up on her pelt, knowing that the strange shade of her pelt already made the other SunClan cats uncomfortable. It was proof of Selene's favor, she liked to think, and seeing that she had her Goddess on her side wouldn't sit well with that back-stabbing SunClan foxhearts. So Wisp is currently a prisoner in SunClan for unknowingly trespassing on their land. She was born under the Reed Moon, meaning her connection to the other side of the living is more solid than for most. This has manifested in the form of shadowy spectres dogging her every step and horrifying nightmares that leave her unable to rest and exhausted constantly. Because she's on SunClan territory where the power of the moon is practically nonexistent, she's able to finally rest which causes some internal struggles for the poor girl.
"How's our little prisoner doing? Enjoying your stay?" Swiftfire called out as he walked into the prisoner's den with a smug grin on his face.
Unfortunately, he was one of the few cats tasked to keeping watch of the prisoners. But, fortunately that meant he wouldn't be doing anything else for a good while. He winced slightly at the terrible sound their prisoners made as they were...reeducated. Truth be told, he wasn't a too fond of the torture, but he didn't mind doing it. Every once in awhile, at least. An impulse told him tonight was going to be one of those night
"What are you up to eh?" he asked as he walked back and forth, dragging his tail along the cage bars, that smug grin still on his face.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 10, 2020 20:52:46 GMT -5
"Just woke up from the most restful sleep I've had in moons," she replied nonchalantly, not giving in to his antagonism. "SunClan has truly been a most gracious host. I almost feel like I'll miss it when I return to MoonClan. Almost." She held eye contact with the tom while she spoke, her gaze not wavering. She held a presence, one of otherworldly quality, though difficult to place what it was about her that did it. Was it the cadence of her words? The way she held her head high? The cant of her ears?
"Though I don't suppose you've come for a friendly chat, have you?"
A voice called from nearby before a dusky brown tom slipped into the room, "Ey, sorry, I thought you were waiting in the hall. This is..." He theatrically faked scraping his mind for an answer, his paw scraping against his own chin in thought, "Wesp right? Hey sweetheart, glad you had a good nights rest, the names Ashfield. I'm here to help this fella over here brainwash you, but hey, doesn't mean we can't be friends in the process right? Brainwashing and breaking a person aren't the same thing, after all." His entire aura carried a confident enthusiasm almost on a psychic level, like he could see a person's heart and know with certainty that they would be friends. Yet his nature was calm, controlled, his turquoise eyes looked at Wisp with an impossible understanding that he couldn't possess, but somehow in this moment anyone could look at him and think he knew her like the back of his paw. That was just the type of confidence he carried. His Australian accent sounded foreign, but knowledgeable. However Swiftfire would know Duskslayer enough to know that he was acting, this wasn't something he did with just prisoners, it was with literally everyone. He was constantly changing personas, it wasn't multiple personality, but purely for his own enjoyment. Ashfield was one of those characters.
"Oh is that right?" he asked, pausing his pacing back and forth and stopping in front of her. He sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. His eye twitched; something about her demeanor ticked him off but he chalked it up to shock, as irrational as that was. There was definitely something strange about her. She didn't react like any of the other MoonClan cats they had taken in the past. He couldn't place what it was though. And that made him curious to learn more
He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not," he responded with a sarcastic smile but it quickly faded from his face. "That all depends on you in there though. But let's be honest here. I'm the least of your worries right now,' he said as motioned his toward the torture chamber. "I'm kidding, but seriously, I'm not here to do anything. Just keeping watc-"
Swiftfire's ear twitched at the sound of his name being called and instantly rolled his eyes. Last time he heard, it would just be him for at least a little while. He turned around to see Duskslayer had entered the room. Of course it's him.
"Oh, its you...Ashfield," he said impassively.Swiftfire wasn't too fond of the different personas he would put on for his own amusement. Ashfield, in particular was one of the worst. That accent has got to go. He looked back at Wisp and quickly raised a paw and waved it in a circular motion near his temple, warning that the newcomer was a bit strange. Turning back to Duskslayer he said. "Hey, I'm just here because I was told to be here. I didn't know we were starting the tort- er - reeducation this soon."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 10, 2020 21:55:24 GMT -5
"I did get a good day's rest," she replied acerbically, flicking her tail behind her. It seemed like they had chosen to go with the good cop bad cop routine, where Ashfield would be her best buddy while Swiftfire would push her. Still she had her dignity and, until they were pulling out her claws, she wouldn't give in and turn her back on her clan and Goddess. "I like to think of myself as quite educated already, thank you very much," she added, verbally jabbing at the new tom that came in.
"In fact, I come from a clan where we don't eat our young, more than I can say for you creatures of the day." She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the slight wariness she felt in her position. After all, it was her alone versus to SunClan toms. Too bad her other clanmates had already been converted and would offer no help. She tried to figure out what they were up to during her stay, but so far hadn't seen anyone other than her guards.
"Nah, no reeducation, friend, just brainwashing or as some call it, the scrambling" Duskslayer corrected Swiftfire.
For a moment what Wisp said sounded like a jab, but he automatically ignored it. It was too polite sounding to be an insult. Then she did it again and in that moment he realized she was trying to insult them. In all his years Duskslayer never broke character, but in that moment, he couldn't believe how close he was to breaking. He had to will himself not to cringe at her "insults." Why were they so polite? And just factually correct, they weren't even insults, they were just the truth. Who didn't hurt her? Who allowed her to grow up without a weapon set of insults? He was going to have to be easy on her, who knew what kind of lovely upbringing she had her whole life. She wasn't ready for any of this.
"You know what we should do though? We should test her intelligence. She claims she has education, but like, I think we gotta hear it to believe it. What do you think is something a SunClan cat needs to have knowledge about Swiftfire?"
Swiftfire laughed dryly. "Between you and me, I don't know what they do to their young. Heh, I wasn't even born here," he admitted in a hushed tone. Truth was Swiftfire was originally a loner before being initiated into the clan. He wasn't forced to join, but then again, SunClan was under different leadership. Under Littlestar's reign, some things have definitely changed, like the brainwashing. He wasn't that kind of cat, but ever since new management came into the picture, he feared that if he didn't conform to the methods, he would be punished, or worse, "disappear" In attempt to preserve his life, he created a facade whenever he felt he was being watched or interacting with those who were all for the change. It was bit ironic in the moment, he thought.
He brought his paw up to touch his chin as he thought of how to respond. "Hmm...I don't know. I think all SunClan cats should know about their one true God -the Sun God."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 11, 2020 19:12:01 GMT -5
"Ah, the Sun God," mused Wisp, pretending to give the statement some thought. "Let's see, what is there to know about that creature. Hm, he's such a coward he hides from Selene every night when she takes charge, and isn't strong enough to keep Selene from appearing under his light at times. He's arrogant despite having no power to back this up, lazy, and can kill a cat just from over-exposure to him. He's no god at all, but a poison the land must bear every day."
Her eyes narrowed on Ashfield, wondering about him. He seemed unaffected by her jabs but she knew she had to be getting to him. Flicking her gaze back to Swiftfire, her ears flattened. He willingly joined the cowardly SunClan? And they let him? "I know everything there is to know about the Sun God, as little as he has to boast about. Selene has more power than him in her pinky claw." She knew her words were antagonistic, and that they were just as likely to get her shredded than not, but couldn't stand their snarky attitudes and arrogance. So much like their god in that way, she supposed.
"Yeah and I was born as a chicken herder up in DayClan's farmland. Came here when I was just a tiny apprentice so missed the whole childhood part by a mile," Duskslayer said, still in character since he absolutely was born here and was not raised as a chicken herder, whatever that even meant.
His attention turned back to Wisp, but his expression was nothing short of excited that she had tried to answer the question, "Wow, that was a good try," Duskslayer responded enthusiastically in an encouraging tone only a mentor working with a young apprentice could have, "Okay, let's try again and this time try and think real hard for the good answer, I believe in you! Sun God had 28 followers and Selene had 20. if Sun God takes half of those followers and then kills nine of them how many followers did he gain?"
Now that Duskslayer was in Wisp's line of vision she could see he had a white crescent moon marking close to his right eye. A horrible curse for anyone born in SunClan to have, even his name, Dusk had to be compensated with the name slayer at the end to avoid any names with dark, night like, moon meanings.
Swiftfire scowled at Duskslayer's clearly sarcastic remark before getting up and moving away from the front of the holding cell. Finding a spot near the door entrance, he sat down again to observe the exchange between the prisoner and thr madman currently named "Ashfield".
I won't be partaking in any of that. That's not for me, he thought. "Hey, Dusksl- uh, Ashfield, maybe asking math questions isnt the best method of going about this," he suggested. "I'm sure there is another more effective method we, you could use," he said with another roll of his eyes.
