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Post by Honeystorm on Jul 23, 2020 20:23:57 GMT -5
( TW: Mentions of abuse & probably gore at some point
In this thread, Wanderingwight happened to catch Lakeveil & Blazehowl abusing Lake's daughter, Spring, a young apprentice animal whisperer. By the time your character come in, Wanderingwight is halfway to sending them to the underworld. Convince her to not totally just slaughter these two DayClan cats, even if they deserve it. Keep in mind that this is probably the first time your character has ever seen Senescence/Wanderingwight even the slightest bit actually angry. With a few exceptions, but if you think you'd be one, ask. xD )
It was routine by this point. Most didn't notice, but Spring on a semi-regular basis would wake up in the middle of the night, disappear, and suddenly, the next day, she'd be in the medicine den. Each and every time, she'd claim an accident. A rogue, a fox, her own clumsiness, or maybe it was due to her muscle spasms. But everyone could see the young she-cat was wasting away. Anxiety driven, paranoid, peeking around the corners as her mind drifted into darkness.
And it just so happened Senescence wandered into figuring out why. When the Maverick found herself just within DayClan territory, far enough from the border that a patrol wouldn't find them, but still a touch too far for most to wander all that often, she found a young golden cat illuminated by the barest claw of a moon, crying, stifling screams as the very cats who should have protected her were making her life an utter misery. Lakeveil and Blazehowl, former BrookClan cats, former royals in the lost clan's monarchy, the former being a rather large part of why said clan didn't exist anymore. The way they treated their children in some places wouldn't have been abnormal, in the League some might consider it normal. But even the League cats likely had the sense to not be so open about such things with Wanderingwight, whether or not they realized why.
They didn't see her as they tortured the poor young she-cat, but Senescence saw them. And it was like watching her own youth replay itself all over again. Watching her own spirit break, shatter into a million sparkling pieces that turned into a dark black void that she never thought could be filled again. A humane portion of her mind shutting off for fear of the pain of trusting another. Except this young cat didn't get the luxury of being born with a demon living in your head that you could merge with in order to live through such experiences.
There were a few cats who'd seen her angry in her lifetime. Those cats were either dead, or her kits, for the most part. Lakeveil and Blazehowl didn't even have the chance to know she was there. In the seconds before their screams filled the air, any cat within range would have felt the darkening of the air. Everything stilled, and though she didn't release even a fraction of her power, it was like the air had become a vacuum, it was a choking sort of darkness as the shadows seemed to flood in, and Senescence, well, anything feline within her melted away.
This sort of state, some had seen, her intentionally casting away anything even resembling a soul or heart, but even then, it was a superficial thing, a glimpse at the truth. Or they saw her in the aftermath, a gore covered mess, but calm and back to whatever could be considered her 'normal' This was vastly different, and if a pit to hell had opened up beneath her, absolutely no one would have been the slightest bit surprised.
She moved with the fluidity of water, and with speed that didn't seem quite possible, or perhaps everything just seemed to speed up in the moment everything snapped back from the slow shattering of what little benevolence Senescence possessed. No longer was the scarred feline simply dark and scary, she was the sort of creature dredged from the deepest recesses of the shadows, the kind of being that could make even the most powerful of felines feel a spark of terror in their chest.
Then the shrieks began, and these were a call and a warning, a tangible expression of their own heinous actions thrown right back at them tenfold and more.
Lakeveil and Blazehowl were alive when the first cat showed up. But by even then, they were absolutely covered in what was presumably their own blood, though it was impossible to tell what actually was going on, well, other than Senescence being on the warpath.
Sootpaw slunk back into DayClan's territory from her meeting. Her pitch-black fur blended with the shadows. She was tired and unsure of her next actions when the screams began. Suddenly wide awake, the apprentice completely stopped moving. She could ear exactly the direction they were coming from, and the she-cat felt her paws carry her that direction. She was a born fighter and extremely good at it, even if she was good at little else. Sootpaw's steps quickened as the cries began to die off - or was it just gurgling? she couldn't tell - and a sharp tangy scent filled the air. She recognized it immediately. Blood. In the moonlight she saw a horrid sight and visibly wretched. This was the closest to emotion she had shown in a while, but how could she stop herself when such a sight lay in front of her? Senescence was there, and while the apprentice had never interacted with her, there was something so crazy and horrible about her that strummed all of Sootpaw's nerves and warned her to back off. She couldn't tell what was going on, and while her claws itched to fight, she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to dive into a fight she would never walk away from.
"What's going on here?" she asked softly, voice easily carrying in the stillness of the night and over whatever sounds those bloody masses on the ground were making. Her voice was completely monotone.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 23, 2020 21:07:02 GMT -5
One of the masses spoke, though it was hard to tell which. Was that blue-gray fur underneath all the crimson? Or had shades of silver or white, or even flecks of orange, been hidden by it all? Regardless, mossy green eyes sparked with pain, and a whisper of a word that sounded disturbingly like "Help..." Croaked from the creature that was probably feline, probably. The whisper was hardly finished as the massive, bloodstained Bright Brigade warrior pressed down with a noise that emitted a sharp CRACK as she broke ribs and all pleas turned to pained gasps and hoarse screams, which were perhaps more disturbing than the loud ones, as that meant this cat had been suffering so long they could no longer voice their pain through loud cries.
Wanderingwight didn't even look up. Her tone when she spoke was low and expressionless, but with a dark depth to it that suggested Sootpaw turn and walk away before she perhaps ended up part of the living gore. "Turn, walk away. These two aren't worth the lives they live." She stated simply, her body far too loose and relaxed for what she was doing. "If you're wondering why, just take a single look at Spring. Every mark and fearful action is their work."
Indeed, the animal whisperer was nestled nearby in a shallow dip in the grass, just barely visible in the peripheral, her ears tightly covered as Senescence had instructed her, eyes tightly shut as she shook, tears staining golden cheeks. Spring didn't know what the older cat was doing, but she didn't look up to check, she didn't want to see it, to confirm what even covered ears couldn't quite keep at bay. Some deep part of her relished in a sick satisfaction, but until the threats were gone, she wasn't anywhere near optimistic enough to hope that her pain was over. Scars rippled across her pelt, and new injuries, the deep sort that needed medical attention and had been made with the intent to be a high risk of infection, or at least centered around the most painful areas one could be hurt. On her, the blood had dried in places, but a few injuries still burned with the pain, and shimmering scarlet ran down to stain the grass.
Sootpaw felt no kinship to Spring, who she could make out in the moonlight shaking and frightened. The cat was bloody. Still, the sight was naturally upsetting. There was a heart in Sootpaw even if she didn't show it. "Are you sure these cats hurt her and not yourself?" questioned the apprentice, body tight with fear but voice remaining steady and clear. "After all, you are the one covered in their blood right now." Sootpaw wanted to assess this situation accurately, and she certainly wasn't going to get in the way of a good judgement day. But she couldn't just let this cat destroy two innocents either. Or at least she had to try, though Sootpaw honestly wasn't sure for once in her life that this was a fight she could win. She wanted proof of something - anything - before she acted.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 23, 2020 21:32:07 GMT -5
"True, they're not." A third voice spoke up. One that Senescence would probably recognize. Not that the pair knew each other for long, definitely not enough to have seen this side of her. But it wasn't quite in her nature to sit by. She had simply followed the noise, similar to Sootpaw. A tall figure stepped out from the undergrowth, own golden fur glistening in the moonlight. This wasn't unfamiliar to Goldenphantom, she was mates with Fia Cendrillon after all. But, it was clear that Sen was far more, far darker, than her granddaughter.
Golden couldn't look away, her eyes not letting themselves close. Every detail was going to be burned into her mind, and she'd see the mangled bodies of Lakeveil and Blazehowl in her nightmares soon. Still, she couldn't fathom how they could do this. A feathery tail covered Spring, a way to keep her from seeing this and a reminder that someone else was there. Feeling the shivers through her tail, her heart broke. If it wasn't for Spring and Sootpaw here, she could have easily went the darker route. And that own hypocrisy is what kept her quiet for a moment. "That doesn't mean they're worth the effort. Especially with Spring and Sootpaw here, Senescence."
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 23, 2020 21:49:28 GMT -5
"Take them away then. They don't need to see this." Sen, at this point, had the luxury of being able to simply stop as she was doing, and the two cats couldn't even manage to bring themselves to crawl away. "If it was your kits, you would do the same, Goldenphantom." And, if Fia were here, the she-cat would likely agree. This wasn't particularly different from the situation in which the Immortal Council member had been saved, after all. She would at the very least not interfere, if not encourage it outright.
"Feed them deathberries and float their bodies down the river." This one wasn't Wanderingwight's voice, but Spring's, all curled up, but the whisper of a paw had slipped away from her ear at the sound of voices not crying out in pain. Unlike in any other time before, she was being rescued, and hadn't needed to either lay down and bear it, or take matters into her own paw. The words she spoke, however, were eerie. Spring seemed to be speaking from experience, as though talking about a memory so very clearly directed at the two whom Senescence was tearing apart. Her voice was distant, as memories of a different time, a different place, with Lake, Blaze, and herself as kits, not family, but the same dynamic of them against her. Of poisoning them each in turn and tossing the bodies. It was as vivid a memory as any, though Spring knew for a fact she had not lived it. And yet, it fit itself snugly in as if she had. Or.. had she? No, definitely not. Even still, the idea sparked a feeling of utter fear, but freedom and relief at the same time, comforting, yet echoing of future pain she would one day experience as a result.
The crouching cat had answered her question better than the frightening one. Sootpaw's gaze turned to Spring and the wariness in it began to subside. So what, the question was just whether or not to let her kill these abusers? Honestly Sootpaw couldn't care less one way or the other. They were already so maimed they shouldn't be able to live comfortably again. She made that observation aloud. "If you let them live, I'm sure they would rather die anyway. Perhaps the punishment is worse to keep them alive." Goldenphantom's appearance hadn't spooked her, but she did hope that her reasoning for being out and about at night would go unquestioned. And besides, it was too late for both her and Spring. They had both laid eyes on this nightmarish sight already.
"Springy!" Yuccablossom appeared first, followed by Moltenpaw right at her heels. The tortoiseshell padded right through the blood and gore without so much as flinching and rubbed her face against Spring's. A very gentle caress. Strange. The two she-cats barely knew each other, but Yuccablossom was always like that, willing to love even a stranger unconditionally, "Lakeveil and Blazehowl did this to you?" Her sunny hazel eyes settled the dying cats as if she was just noticing them. She tensed and directed her gaze to her aunt, her voice shifting tones, becoming less friendly and more confrontational, "You should not have killed them. You know better than anyone that every bully was originally a victim."
Molentpaw stopped dead in his tracks seconds before blood would have dampened his paws. He'd never seen such raw carnage before and was caught totally off guard, not just by the horror of it all, but by the way his claws reflexively unsheathed, eager to be a part of it. His bloodlust scared him and he took a step back, finding himself shoulder to shoulder with Sootpaw. "What happened?" His voice was surprisingly smooth, didn't sound terrified at all. If anything he was calmer now that he was here rather than when he had first heard the screams.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 23, 2020 22:36:15 GMT -5
"Not every bully." Sen deadpanned, though she didn't even get the chance to say anything more before Spring cut in again, the Proxy's voice overshadowed by the younger cat. "Oh, and they're not dead. Yet."
The apprentice didn't know if it was just knowing they couldn't hurt her anymore, or the flood of memories. "Never victims, never once. Ask anyone. Ask BrookClan. They killed more than they were ever hurt." Well, that wasn't entirely true, and Spring knew it, though she wasn't sure quite exactly how. It was the same reason she knew she'd poisoned the pair before because of things they'd done, and yet knew they were standing here, and it didn't make sense at all.
"Everybody thinks what they are doing is right when the are doing it," She took a step away from Spring just to give the traumatized she-cat some space. Yucca couldn't blame her reaction. Evidently Lakeveil and Blazehowl had been at this for a long time and her heart really did go out to her. But her heart bled for the two dying cats on the ground, too, "All cats are capable of becoming better. They deserved a chance to heal from whatever is plaguing them same as Spring does. But you've crushed their bodies and their spirits, even if they survive they will never be the same..." She now made her way toward the critically wounded cats, pressing her face against them as well, dying her face crimson, "Moltenpaw, Sootpaw. Go fetch your medicine cats." She said quietly. She sat down next to the two dying cats and began to stroke Lakeveil's fur, a deep purr rising from the center of her chest to stimulate healing, it was about all she knew how to do. She gave Sen a warning glare as if to say: Go ahead and try to do something.
Rubyflame had been heading to a spot to rest. Since stepping down from the Immortal Council the ginger and white she cat had found spending her time resting quite healing for her heart and mind. Perhaps with enough time she'd be well enough to tackle the struggles of her family. Her desire for rest was disturbed by the smell of blood and cats speaking loudly. She paused, debating what she should do. She wasn't immortal Council anymore, but she was of the Imperial Class. It would be wrong of her not to at least investigate. She owed Glowstar and DayClan that much to remain invested in their affairs. So she headed over and her eyes widened when she came upon the scene. "Great StarClan!" She gasped. Senescence covered in blood, Lakeveil and Blazehowl bleeding profusely while Yuccablossom tried to sit beside them, and then there was Moltenpaw, Sootpaw and poor young Spring who looked absolutely traumatized. Rubyflame didn't know where to start. "What's going on here! Moltenpaw, ! I smelled a patrol on the way here, Knightrunner's out hunting with a few other cats, go to him and he'll run back to camp to get the medicine cats." Her son was a fast runner, he'd be able to get to camp fast without making the new Immortal Council Member stay too far away from the situation. "Sootpaw, can you go look around for some cobwebs?" She doubted it would be enough but she imagined the distraction would help him. He didn't need to see this especially since Senescence was raging mad. Not even she'd seen Sen like this and it chilled her to her core, but she wanted to get things in motion to help before she stopped and asked what was going on.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 24, 2020 21:04:04 GMT -5
"No." Senescence did just as Yucca seemed to be daring. Quite literally, she stepped to the side, grabbed the she-cat by the scruff, and tossed her away without a second thought, before standing herself between the two and everyone else. There was little that a few mere apprentices and a well meaning warrior and imperial could do. Sure, they could rush her. But the she-cat was both the largest cat in the clan, save for Luc being the same size as she, and one of the strongest, easily. In this state, even Glowstar would likely have a difficult time in subduing her. "I am under no illusions of morality, Yuccablossom. But if you think I'm going to let you help them after what they've done to Spring, then I hope you inherited Lucistic's skill." The threat was clear enough as it was. "They will either make it to the next dawn without intervention, or they won't make it at all. And that is already far more mercy than they should ever deserve."
Spring walked up to Yuccablossom, and laid a paw on the she-cat's side where she'd been thrown, barely able to even make it over, but she forced herself to. Her shoulder spasmed, and she let out a soft cry as a wound reopened, fresh blood spilling out. "Leave them." There was something strange about her, older and wiser... and with an utter lack of sympathy to the two cats, though she seemed rather genuinely concerned for the warrior before her as she shook her head, seeming to shrink in on herself. "It's not worth it. It's about time their wrongs caught up with them, after all this time."
Unfortunately, no one seemed keen to explain anything to Rubyflame, but it certainly seemed like a situation the she-cat did not want to get herself involved in. Not that Rubyflame would take such advice.
Moltenpaw nodded and took off in search of Knightrunner; he'd listen to Rubyflame over Yuccablossom any day. After all, Rubyflame was of a higher class that the peacekeeper Yucca, and he trusted her more anyway.
"This isn't the League, Wanderingwight. There is no Punishment District here. We are smarter than that," Yuccablossom got back to her paws quickly enough, although she'd managed to get a pretty deep cut above her right eye. Blood flowed downward and made her vision fuzzy. She looked away from her aunt and met Spring's gaze was an almost unprecedented wave of kindness emanating from her. She put her paw over Spring's, "Do you remember how you felt before Wanderingwight came here and saved you? Hopeless, full of despair, your life uncertain? And do you really, truly believe that subjecting the cats that did that to you to the same treatment is going to fix anything or make you feel better? There's no way to undo the past and no one is going to ask you to forgive them. But they hurt same as you and me. I'm not letting them die here."
When she looked back to Sen she was wearing a very Lucistic expression. Despite her flawed view of good and evil, it was impossible to deny that her blood craved a good fight, and there was no better foe in all the forests than her aunt. However, her moral code required her to play one last card before it got that far, "You may be a member of the Bright Brigade, but you are still a Maverick. I outclass you. Leave here."
"At some point, death is a deserving punishment." Spring barely whispered the sentence, but she didn't stop Yuccablossom from going toe to toe with Sen. Not that she could have, even if she wanted to.
Senescence, for her part, looked at Yuccablossom, and didn't back down. "We're not the League no. But you act as if I care. If you intent to use class against me, then make me leave. These two will be dead long before you get me out." She stepped back, closer to the pair, and laid a paw on Blazehowl's neck. Well, what was probably the warrior, claws extended. "They either survive till morning on their own, or I kill them now." Copper rippled over her mismatched gaze, and the shadow lace lines across her fur seemed to come alive with a dark energy, though even that didn't seem to compare with the one she naturally seemed to give off in her current state. "You won't save them in time, if this is your choice."
"Don't." Yuccablossom growled, taking another step toward Senescence, although she still did not attack. She knew that if her aunt wanted these cats dead she could do it in seconds. At this point, attacking was not a viable option if she wanted to save both lives. There was still some time for negotiation. Not much, as Lakeveil and Blazehowl were actively bleeding out, but she had to try, "I know you are better than this. You might not see it, but I do. You have a big heart; If you didn't then we wouldn't be in this situation. Please, Senescence. Leave here. If not because I am your superior, or because I am your blood, then because I am your friend and I love you."
"Oh, what the heck is this?" Leucisticcrow whined as he wiped a piece of Blazehowl off onto Lakeveil like she was a floor mat. "Dude, it's all over the grass, mom is going to be mad as hell if she has to plant another "tree" to bury your mistakes. People are starting to get suspicious about DayClan having more trees." He had heard the yelling and pleading, even attempted to ignore it, but eventually his fatherly senses caught the distinction between the victims and Yuccablossom's voice so he forced himself to get up. He said as he filled in the distance between him and Wanderingwight. He caught the blood lust in her eyes before glancing back at the carnage. Usually he didn't us deductive reasoning because he couldn't care less, but this involved his daughter. He could piece together enough that Yucca being kind wanted Wanderingwight to stop and Wanderingwight went dark and wouldn't stop.
"I don't know what this is about, but does it honestly matter? The world's chaos, whatever you're ticked off about you're just throwing a tantrum. If you stopped caring so much instead of pretending not to care you wouldn't have that pain in your heart," Leucisticcrow said, his voice even. Considering he loved pain, there was nothing to fear.
She didn't expect to hear Lucistic's voice. On a normal occasion, that would have been enough to break her from her thoughts. But this was about as far from normal as Senescence could get. To be quite honest, she wasn't entirely sure why this situation, this one in particular, hit different. Maybe it was seeing herself reflected so clearly in the young cat, seeing all the scars and the pain she bottled up and couldn't quite pretend didn't exist, contrasted with the broken Proxy herself, darkness incarnate, nothing more than a show pieces for cruel beings who enjoyed the pain and suffering, who took everything from her. Everything.
Maybe it was the fact she had about a hundred and one existential crises that she'd simply brushed under the rug, so much unaddressed trauma that it would make even the most mentally strong cat crumble at even a fraction of the weight that bore down on her shoulders.
Maybe it was the fact that she was just SO. DAMN. DONE. with it all. Senescence was so utterly buried and that was why she walked the edge every day, because anything, anything and everything was better than facing each and every day with renewed misery. With feelings you were too terrified to share, with love you were too hurt to try. She cared too much and not at all. Shut down. Shut out. Shut away.
If you shoved your feelings into the same corner of your mind as your non-demonic youth, then you could just pretend they weren't there at all. You could try and convince yourself that it was fine to suddenly realize demons and gods were things, not simply figments of your imagination. And they still didn't help when you needed it. Or if they did, it was never enough, because she still killed the tom she loved and she still lost the daughter he gave his life to save. And now Ahava was back, but Senescence couldn't face her, couldn't stand to look at that burn she knew she caused, couldn't stand to have hurt in such a permanent way, that it was simply easier to be an even worse mother and run at each and every opportunity. Easier to keep everyone at an arm's length so as to stop her heart from breaking entirely.
So why did it have to hurt so bad? Why it it feel like the soul she didn't know she even had wasn't just cracked, but shattering with each and every day that went by? Why couldn't she just have the peace she was denied for so, so long? Why. Why her.
To the cats standing there, waiting with bated breath for her response, Senescence suddenly looked catatonic, a frozen moment in time, the light they hadn't even noticed in the void fading out until there was absolutely nothing left but swirling despair. This was a different sort of darkness, the kind that cats didn't come out from alive.
A bloodstained paw curled up to her neck, claws trailing down her throat and leaving a streak of crimson in it's wake. It curled around the slate gray stone, already stained in it's own right, on a rusted chain. It was the necklace she'd given to Shame's daughter once upon a time, the very first artifact she'd brought to the League along with a sheet of metal after rejoining. Senescence could still remember that moment, as clear as the day it happened. Very few cats knew the origin of the necklace she wore, it had come long before Yuccablossom had even been born. Lucistic would probably remember.
So much had changed since then. And so much had stayed the same. Had she changed? In some ways. Few of them positive. Was it possible to become more broken surrounded by everyone who told you they loved you?
She gripped the pendant in her paw, and for a heartbeat, Sen considered ripping it right off her neck and just throwing it away. Then she lifted it right off from her neck and rested it between Yuccablossom's paws. For better or worse, the piece of jewelry now belonged to yet another of her nieces, a gift or a curse, it was up to her to decide.
"It doesn't matter." The words almost didn't sound like they came from her, a new kind of broken deadness that somehow seemed all the more terrifying than even anger.
( I hope Racer doesn't notice that I'm neglecting her. Racer, if you come here, I'm really, truly sorry, please forgive me and don't fire me thanks )
When Senescence lifted her paw, Yuccablossom tensed and lifted one of her own, ready to parry an oncoming attack that never came. Instead her aunt removed the necklace that was much a part of her as her own pelt and placed it at Yucca's paws. Her sunny hazel eyes widened in shock. She'd never once seen her aunt take it off, never, which explained the rust as well as the blood stains. She searched the Proxy's eyes for some kind of explanation, but all she got was that empty It doesn't matter. Yucca couldn't help but think back to Lucistic's words just moments ago about actually not caring and pretending not to care.
Why was she still pretending?
Sen was the most guarded cat she knew and Yuccablossom was not going to push. Besides, she already seemed... different somehow. As much of an optimist as Yuccablossom was, she had not expected her to actually make the right decision and spare Blazehowl. Her eyes began to water as she finally began to realize the magnitude of what had just happened. She could have killed, but she did not. When was the last time she had made that choice?
Yucca carefully place the pendant around her neck and gave Sen a sad smile. Happy for what had just happened, but sad because she could taste the dread in the air. This had not been easy. Her front paws left the ground as she pushed her head upward and rubbed her cheek against Sen's, her neck inches away from the Proxy's deadly fangs, smearing blood and gore all over herself but not caring in the slightest. She did not drag the embrace out for very long, she knew better, but when her lips where at Sen's ears and said quietly mewed, "Thank you."
Rubyflame frowned as she observed the exchange, having remained quiet as the exchanges occurred. From what she gleaned Blazehowl and Lakeveil had been attacking Spring, and poor traumatized Spring just... wanted to be free from them. "You speak with great compassion Yuccablossom, but while I do agree that Wanderingwight has wasted enough time on these..." She glanced at Blazehowl and Lakeveil, and curled her lips disgusted. "Spring, what do you wish to be done?" She asked. "I will not convince you one way or another, as I imagine the others have."
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Knightrunner was burying a mouse, his patrol about in the area, his ears swivelled as he detected pawsteps coming towards him and he lifted his gaze in the direction of Moltenpaw, blinking at the look in the apprentice's eyes. "Moltenpaw? Are you all right?" He asked.
Solarpaw had been with Knightrunner's patrol and had been coming over to show him the plump bird he caught. When he caught sight of Moltenpaw. "What's-" He could faintly make out his sister's and mother's scent on Moltenpaw's fur along with the hint of iron. Blood. "Why do you smell like my family and blood?" He asked Moltenpaw eyes wide. Knightrunner immediately straightened up looking concerned, he took Solarpaw's blackbird and buried it. "Moltenpaw can you tell me what happened?" He asked a tone of urgency in his mew now.
