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Rain did little to smother the embers in his heart. Crowpaw was a live wire: Every moment threatened to ignite the fuse, to spark fire and risk an eruption. It bristled in his eyes, which were a bright and blazing gold, scouring across the camp listlessly, scorchingly. Pelts of all colors mingled together, sharing tongues and regaling conquests together, save for the singular ebony apprentice that hunkered close to the camp entrance. Mist-heavy winds stroked chilling fingers through his pelt but he seemed unaffected-- with the dormant heat flushed through his system, cold hardly touched him anymore.
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Post by Nova on Oct 10, 2020 13:22:46 GMT -5
Weed tried to shake as much water from her pelt as she could. She despised rainy days. Her whiskers twitched, sending water droplets everywhere as she skirted the edges of the camp. Her green eyes landed on the silhouette of Crowpaw. Her heart ached for the young apprentice. It wasn't surprising to her that he wouldn't want to be with the rest of the clan. He probably saw all of them as enemies after they, herself included, condemned his father. The mottled tortoiseshell slowly made her way towards him. She would give him his space, but she wondered if anyone had checked up on him? "Crowpaw? Hello there..." She said softly, making sure to keep a good distance between them. She didn't want to overwhelm him or make him uncomfortable
Weed was no Ghostcrown or Honeysplash, her face did not incite the same joy as would his siblings' faces, and he did not see her as more than any of the other traitors who turned their backs on his father. "What do you want?" He didn't beat around the bush. He scarcely even glanced at her, but as he did so, he felt the smallest inkling of rage begin to brew.
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Post by Nova on Oct 10, 2020 13:49:59 GMT -5
She expected such a reaction. The initiate sat down, as comfortably as she could on the wet ground, and curled her tail neatly around her paws. "I want nothing. Just came to see how you were fairing. You must be cold"
"I would probably be a lot warmer if I had a father to curl up with." A shrug of his shoulders-- that was how he delivered the slight. It was a near carefree gesture, casual as though speaking of the weather. "Would it have helped you sleep at night if I had said I was warm? Or that everything is fine when it's not? Must be some burden for you to bear, knowing you're a reason a family is no longer whole," he continued, a quiet venom veiled thinly beneath his words.
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Post by Nova on Oct 10, 2020 14:05:01 GMT -5
"You're angry. I understand that." Weed said. "But a crime was committed, and Jetfire had named your father as the one that committed it." She said it as softly, and as gently she could. The mottled tortoiseshell knew that it would mean nothing to the angry apprentice. Afterall, this was his father. Weed remembered how inconsolable she and her sister had been when their mother died. They had reacted in different ways, and it led to their fallout. "Why would Jetfire accuse your father of a crime he claims to not have committed?"
His claws clutched the earth and dug several pinpricks into the stone. Weed's words did not comfort him or bring him to a sense of reasoning; they sunk deep into his burning soul, and they dribbled fuel straight into the fire. "You'll believe her-- believe Bloodystar-- over Ghostcrown." He meant the flared intonation in his words. He meant to stare at her, unyielding and hateful. His intent was to take the steel in his tone and stab her with it. The odds may have been stacked against his father, but Crowpaw firmly believed Jetfire was not speaking the truth. Without warning or forethought, he sprang at the older cat and connected his claws to another feline's flesh for the second time within several days.
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Post by Nova on Oct 16, 2020 8:52:52 GMT -5
Weed had braced herself. She knew that the young apprentice was irrational, and she couldn't blame him. He had lost his father, the only parent he had. For that, she could sympathize with him. However, she trusted Jetfire and had no reason to doubt her. When he sprung at her, she jumped to the side but not quickly enough. His claws connected with her side, and a thin trail of blood mixed in with her dark pelt. Weed quickly pivoted on her back legs, and swiped out at Crowpaw's legs. She managed to knock one of his legs out from under him and when he was down she quickly pinned him. She placed one paw against his head, and her opposite hindleg pressed down against his lower back. Her remaining two paws were placed on either side of them, helping her to keep her balance, all while she kept her claws sheathed. "Be very careful about who you chose to attack." The initiate hissed at him, her tail lashing behind him. "I am no cat to be pushed around so lightly. I am a trained Sunclan warrior, and you are a few seasons too young. Jetfire, I believe. She, just like you, and the rest of us have suffered enough. But do not think for a single second that I would ever believe Bloodystar over anyone." Her tone grew low, perhaps even a bit dangerous as she spoke of the high priest. "He has done nothing but drive this clan, my home, towards the brink of oblivion. He has stripped me of my status all because I spoke out against the false diety that claimed he was our Sun God. I hold no love, nor respect, towards him. Do not insult me in such a way."
"You're just a bunch of crowhearts." The irony was not lost on him- spitting his own name as a curse at another. He struggled against the weight bearing down on him but his efforts were futile, and, after a few more moments of struggle, he relented. Still, he brooded darkly. Crowpaw was not a violent cat by nature; for most of his life, he'd been soft-spoken and shy, a shadow within the light, scarcely existing beyond playing with his siblings and tagging along with Ghostcrown wherever his father has gone. Many would not even remember him as a kitten-- and those who did tried not to, fearing association with him would curse them, too. Is this my curse? he thought to himself. He'd assumed it would be an early death, similar to the ones that befell his namesakes, but this was a fate far worse than death. "Everyone's afraid of Bloodystar, but no one thinks that maybe Jetfire is, too. My father didn't do this," he continued. No matter what evidence he was presented, he would never betray Ghostcrown.
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Post by Nova on Oct 16, 2020 14:36:06 GMT -5
"And you are without fear?" Weed retorted. "You are a fool if you've convinced yourself of that. You are fueled by anger, hatred, a need for revenge. Things that no one can blame you for." The mottled tortoiseshell said with a soft hiss. She waited until the apprentice stopped thrashing and submitted before she slowly released her grip on him. She sat down a little way away from him and gently ran her tongue along the shallow cut on her flank. Her tail continued to lash, though its movements became slower and less agitated. "Bloodystar is the most powerful cat in the clan. It is not a surprise that everyone in Sunclan fears him. Jetfire included." Weed did not mention his father again. It didn't make sense for Jetfire to lie about something so severe. In Weed's mind, the evidence and coincidences led to no other conclusion than what was decided. Ghostcrown was guilty.
And you are without fear? Crowpaw laughed: It was a hollow, vacant sound. It was disconnected from true humor, venom snaked within. "And what more can Bloodystar do to me that would be worse than what he's already done? What should I be scared of?" He rested baleful eyes on her as he spat the questions at her feet. The High Priest had no more cards in his hand that would frighten Crowpaw.
Would he imprison him? Crowpaw's life was a prison. Would he strike him down and bleed him dry? Death was an escape. Would he exile him, too? Freedom would never taste so sweet.
"My father was friends with Jetfire. He is honorable and devoted, and he does whatever he can for anyone who asks. He's certainly the murderous type and I'm sure Jetfire is so righteous," he snarled her name when it touched his tongue.
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Post by Nova on Oct 17, 2020 20:01:37 GMT -5
"You should be scared." Weed said. "Can your siblings take another blow if something were to happen to you?" The mottled tortoiseshell questioned. "They've already lost your mother. Your father. Would you deprive them of your presence as well? Or does your need for vengeance blind you to them?"
That-- He'd forgotten that minor detail, evidenced by the grimace marring his features. "They don't need me," he said fiercely, but his resolve wavered. Who would protect them if not for him? Who would speak out in their defense should he leave? Were they strong enough without him or did their compliance grant them a better chance than his defiance?
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Post by Nova on Oct 17, 2020 20:10:14 GMT -5
Weed looked at him softly. "Don't need you?" She echoed. "Crowpaw, they need you now more than ever. They are your family." The tortoiseshell knew she didn't need to remind him of that. "Your need for vengeance, which is understandable, its... it is blinding you to put it frankly. If you act out against Bloodystar, do you think that you will be the only one he punishes?"
"I....I can't do nothing. I can't just pretend nothing is different," he asserted. His way of life had never been easy; between his lonely youth and rocky adolescence, it wasn't farfetched that he would feel as though there was nothing to lose. His siblings brought him great comfort and he loved them with his whole heart, but at what point did he stop living for others and begin to stand for himself? It was a balance he'd yet to achieve.
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Post by Nova on Oct 17, 2020 20:50:40 GMT -5
"No one should expect that of you. Everything, your life, it has all changed." Weed said. She reached a paw out to place it on his shoulder, but thought better of it and put her paw back down. "But you are still young. You still have your whole life ahead of you, though I know it doesn't seem like that right now." She took a breath as she looked at him. "Crowpaw. No one can blame you for being angry. At us, at Bloodystar, or at Jetfire. But think rationally about this, if you can."
"So what do I do?" He whispered. Was he meant to flow with the tide, instead of push against it? Meld into the ranks of cats who followed like slaves, despite his beliefs? Others who spoke out were regarded with admiration, but when Crowpaw did, he wasn't rational. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.
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Post by Nova on Oct 23, 2020 7:57:01 GMT -5
"Bide your time." Weed said. She wasn't going to tell the apprentice to start training to get his revenge. "The Sun God will return, and when he does, Crowpaw, things will be right in Sunclan once more. He will right all the wrongs that have been done."
She might have comforted him, may have assuaged the fiery wrath taking root in his heart, and it may have changed the course his life was taking-- but fury reignited, sparked by the mention of their nonexistent deity. "Sun God," he scoffed ruefully. "The Sun God cursed me and he cursed the clan. Littlestar killed him for a reason, right?"
