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Glowstar shook out her pelt at the sight of the woodland area and trotted into BrookClan. She had for the time being left SunClan, it wouldn't last, even Foxstar would know that. She wasn't going to leave her clan and her kits behind, but she did want to take a break from being forced to pray, follow orders, and get the whole initiation process thing jammed down her throat all over again. Spending the night with Kerrigan sounded way more fun, just a teensy tiny break. Kerrigan had once told her that if she intruded onto BrookClan territory without her around that BrookClan to tear her to shreds so she was looking forward to the battle. She had never gone this deep into BrookClan before and it likely wasn't going to be long until someone found her, but she was definitely past the border where Kerrigan could easily shuffle her away from the prying eyes of her clan. Not to mention she made no effort from any of her training in the league to remain quiet.
"You're an enemy combatant now more than you've ever been," mused the she-cat from her position in the tree above her. The cat looked more relaxed than she had in a while, perhaps because she finally was in a position where she had a full staff. This was the first time in moons that things seemed to be stable in BrookClan, at least for now. This, on top of the Alliance's success, made the Tsar feel a little bit better about the state of her existence. "Your luck proceeds you, though. Once again, I'm the first one to see you."
She lept delicately from her position in the trees, landing just next to her friend. She reached her nose over to nuzzle the other cat, a welcome that was strange. Normally, the she-cat wasn't a physical creature. "One day, you'll have to tell me how you evade my warriors."
"Aw don't be so mean! An enemy combatant? I'm a reaper really," Glowstar said with a purr.
Without grass to stain her pelt and a thick layer of snow in its place she had a balayage of honey blond drizzled through her dark auburn fur. Without the green her fur was lighter, the beachy waves throughout her fur looked highlighted with sunlight petering in out of her complexion. Her eyes had an emerald glow, they seemed to almost cast light across the brow. She didn't look like someone who could flip from assassin to regal DayClan leader, she looked like she did belong in a nice soft and playful clan... Well if it wasn't for her muscle toned body kept to league standards and above, "I wanted to get away from SunClan a bit, I'm getting pouty about losing and I can be quite the sore loser. So I wanted to hangout with you! Get away from the crying moms and panicked crowds just to clear my head."
"I'm almost sorry about that. Foxstar took things a little more extremely than I expected she would," Kerrigan meowed as if she had some sort of moral high ground compared to the SunClan leader. In reality, she played just as big of a part in the amorality that had filtered through the clans. Perhaps she was the defining part of it; after all, it was she who had begun to set things in motion. Without her, DayClan would have all of their kittens and would not be locked in the grips of Foxstar, at least not directly. Although, in all fairness, Foxstar probably would have taken over DayClan eventually, Kerrigan had just sped things up a bit.
At the mention of crying moms, the she-cat flinched slightly. If there was any of her that was truly sorry for any of this, it was perhaps the kitten stealing. However, she intended to give them back, at least most of them back, when everything boiled over. There were a few that would stay, but she just figured that the universe owed her kittens so an eye for an eye, right? Except, it wasn't DayClan's eye that was owed to her... The motion was almost unnoticeable, though, and the untrained gaze wouldn't have caught it. That was how most of her motions were, at least most of her motions of distress.
"Life isn't peaches and cream on that side of the forest?"
Glowstar paused, "For a moment imagine a world of darkness, it's all you ever knew and you never saw light, you're entire childhood. And when you finally do you're told to not go near it and one day you do and you run and you want to touch it and you can't, no matter how long you run you can never touch it. So you leave the darkness you never really understood and move into a horrible place like the league, but that's equally everything you ever knew and for once you think you're out of the darkness. That violence and war is the only way of things with a side of chaos. And you realize once again you were kept in the dark just as much as when you were in the tunnels. Because you see a place like DayClan. And they don't need war, they don't violence, and they definitely don't need a maniac leading them. DayClan was like seeing sunlight for the first time all over again and I lost my sunlight. Just like when I chased the sun, I could never touch it and I can never touch that peace I crave and it's my fault. Foxstar would never attack DayClan, if it wasn't for my closeness with her. If I hadn't met her back in the league. I ruined everything... And now there's probably a kit just like me in a place they don't feel like they belong in and don't know why with a parent they should love, but hate. Because they had a leader who couldn't stop it."
Glowstar's bright eyes darkened her words less of a threat and more of a promise, "I'll fix it like I always do."
She tilted her head to the side, but she didn't have the enthusiasm of causing havoc like she usually did. In fact this time there was less of a fire in her eyes and more of a darkness, like whatever she was planning was to demolish all involved. Almost a strangeness about her considering Foxstar had done plenty of horrible things for her. In this scenario Foxstar was at least being nice to her cats and giving everyone proper attention, it seemed odd that this was the type of thing to get her down.
The she-cat listened to the meows of Glowstar, an unsettling feeling resting in her chest. This was strange; it was uncommon for the she-cat to truly feel anything towards any cats, yet this cat seemed to be pulling at her heartstrings. Her eyes closed for a moment, letting a moment of silence pass across her body. Why did she feel badly for this? Kerrigan had never been a cat to regret her decisions, especially when they put her one step ahead. And she was one step ahead. BrookClan was becoming a group not to be reckoned with. Yet, there was something about Glowstar's monologue that made her stomach churn. Was it simply because Glowstar was her friend? This was why the cat kept very few within arms reach of her; it made things complicated. It was hard to be heartless when there were cats that could influence her. Get it together, Kerrigan. This isn't like you.
Her eyes opened and she let out a sigh, a soft one meant only for herself. "Was there much to stop?" she meowed after a moment. "You said it yourself, your cats don't need war or violence. Would they have stood a chance against Foxstar even if you would have fought to stop it as hard as you could?" These words felt strange in her mouth because of the fact her own paws were covered in the same blood as Foxstar's.
She blinked again. Glowstar would fix it? How? She fought the urge to ask, although she knew very well that Glowstar wouldn't tell her. "When the time comes for you to fix it, I'm sure you will," she murmured after a second.
The question seemed to have tickled Glowstar. Her lips parted into a genuine contagious smile, "Oh Kerrigan," She said, playfully imitating how Kerrigan spoke, but her tone shifted back to normal "I know DayClan wasn't the most battle ready. I intentionally recruited cats who were battle ready. Yes, much of DayClan is a lot like SpringClan given how peaceful they are. But half of DayClan are outsiders, I recruited some friends back in the league, I found young weak cats like Eternallaughter and Azura and raised them on their hatred to become composed and fierce fighters. And many of the apprentices and young warriors are more determined than ever to become stronger after the league attacked. I mean I was a literal war strategist, did you think I could help myself to not use my clanmates weaknesses as their strength?" she laughed, seeming in good spirits again.
Though she paused for a moment, her joyful demeanor dropped and the air seemed colder as if her mood were a tangible thing, "Though. I thought my friends would have my back." She turned to look at Kerrigan, "There were so many clans to choose from, Kerrigan. Did you and Foxstar come to the agreement on DayClan because... I don't really know why. I thought maybe you wanted me on your team to conquer the other clans and I was so excited," Her smiled brightened once more before her gaze turned somber once more, "but neither of you ever came to talk to me. Why did you do this to me out of all the other clans? Did you think you really think that lowly of DayClan?"
She nodded, pondering what the cat had said. Had she underestimated DayClan this whole time? Was there more to the group than sunshine and rainbows? This was a strange thought to cross her head, but she supposed that it would make sense if it were true that she wouldn't know. She had only been to the clan once, and the only things she really knew about it were from rumors or from the mouth of Glowstar herself. Kerrigan would never have let an enemy leader know the secret strengths of the group, even if that enemy leader was a feline that she held dear. She made a note about her comment of building weakness to strength. Was that some thing that she would be able to employ at some point? BrookClan was on an upswing, but they were still weaker than the Tsar would like.
Kerrigan didn't expect to be called out when Glowstar spoke. She had planned to let this go completely on SunClan and Foxstar. She was good at that, orchestrating claims and finding a scapegoat. A reason that things could fall that wasn't herself. She wasn't good at taking responsibility, but she had never needed to be. Kerrigan had always come out on top. Her jaw clenched and a look flashed across her eyes. Was it guilt? Anger? Sadness?
"When I came to her, I didn't have a plan on what groups to go. SpringClan and Renegade Regime were both on my list of easy targets. The Regime is one of the smallest, and SpringClan is the softest. When Foxstar brought up the logistics, that it would be just so easy to take DayClan, I thought of EarthClan, the way it felt to have a clan squirming under your claws. I didn't object. It was objective strategy that put DayClan a target in my eyes, nothing more. All is fair in love and war; it always has been." There was a tension in her voice. Saying this was hard for her, it seemed.
"I came to her to discuss because you are a wildcard. It is hard to create an empire out of a wildcard, and it was hard for me to look past that at the beginning. Perhaps I should have."
(So true, never come to Glow to create an empire. She'll give you everything you want and then be like, "It's beautiful, let's destroy it!" xD)
"I know that, but don't you spare anyone? If everyone's fair game on the battle field what's there to fight for? Who is there to win for? Friends don't hurt friends, Kerrigan. I tried to be a good friend to Burningstar, but when I took something that was yours I was being a bad friend to you. I was so caught up in making one friend happy I didn't stop to think of the expense of anyone else. I was a bad friend to you that day, it wasn't, "Oh sorry, Kerrigan. All's fair in love and war and Burningstar's sister needed those kits to keep their love." It was the realization that for a moment ones friends happiness meant more than another. That was so wrong of me to do to you and you should be understandably upset that I did that your clanmate. But now even though you know that it's wrong to do that you've taken litters from my clan. An eye for an eye sure, but that was more than just one. It was going behind my back, knowing what would happen to my clan and saying nothing. If Foxstar was going to take over your clan I would have told you because we're friends."
She looked into Kerrigan's eyes, like for a moment she was looking for guilt, shame, her friend. Her eyes narrowed, she didn't give her friend time to talk, the words Kerrigan spoke burned too much inside her heart, "But all's fair in love and war. It always has," She hissed, there was a pounding in her skull, her body tearing itself apart. That utter feeling of betrayal, that she could be stupid enough to believe in her, "You're a bad friend and a liar, but honestly the worst part is I was dumb enough to believe in you!"
For once every bit of her composure faltered and unraveled, something was finally not a game to her and it was friendship. She believed in what they had and it was gone just like that. The feeling of static, the sound of electricity buzzed in her ears and crawled down her body. Everything was buzzing and yet numb at the same time.
Her paw swung forward and hit Kerrigan's paw. A bluejay feather sat cut in half at her paws, "It's a feather that represents friendship. I thought I'd remind you that our friendship is worth keeping, but you've already decided it's not something to hold onto in war. So keep it as a war trophy."
If this was a cheesy teen coming of age movie, this would be the first scene. A record would scratch, and Kerrigan's voice would come over the speaker and say , Yes, that's me. Now, you're probably wondering how I got here. Then, it would flashback to the first time the two met. A young Tsar being dragged along by a creature that had been trespassing on her lands. A Tsar playing nice with the Commander of Renegade Regime. Two she-cats exploring the world. A broken rib or two. Making flower crowns. Frustration, exasperation. There would be flashbacks of anger, but also of moments where Kerrigan felt real, genuine. Moments where Kerrigan didn't need to keep her composure. Moments where she felt connectedness. There would be ups and downs, and it would lead to this moment.
Unfortunately for her, this was not a cheesy movie. This was her life. Not only was this her life, but it was one that had crashed down around her. he she-cat spoke, and she felt the floor give out from below her. SHe was being pulled into nothingness. Her chest screamed, her eyes burned. It felt like she had just been stabbed repeatedly. She had experienced battle wounds before, but this was a trophy of war she had never wanted: the true feeling of loss.
This was only the second time that Kerrigan had ever felt this feeling. She could remember the first time clearly. It was the day that Voltaire sacrificed herself for Kerrigan. The two had gotten into some muck, and Kerrigan had feared that she and the love of her life were going to die. Her paws had been slipping as she held onto Voltaire's paws with her dear life. It had been in that moment that Voltaire spoke the last thing she would ever say. Bear, you've got too much going for you to be held down by me. Go and make this place great again. If anyone can, it's you. Voltaire then let go, her body plummeting off of the edge to her death. That had been the last time that she felt this way. That day, she had promised that she would never feel that way again. She would never let another cat close enough to hurt her. She was stronger than that. She was better than that.
Yet, Kerrigan had failed, failed herself more than anyone else. She had let someone get too close. Someone that shouldn't have gotten close. There was no reason that she and Glowstar had been friends. It had been little more than a lapse of judgement at first. She should have chased Glowstar off while she had the chance. She didn't, though. She didn't and Glowstar had gotten close, too close. Close enough to hurt her.
And this hurt. It hurt enough to make Kerrigan stop, unable to process the words. There was part of her that wanted to fight. Glowstar, was there ever a time where you thought that I would pick my clan over you? Are you stupid? Our friendship means nothing to me in comparison to the Monarchy, and I will crush you and everything you love if it means that the Monarchy will survive another day. You're stupid if you believed anything else. There was a part of her that wanted to scream that, snarl it at the top of her lungs. But, there was another part of her that was sure this wasn't true. She had picked the monarchy first, and she would again if she had the chance. But she had done it without considering that it would hurt someone she cared about. Perhaps this was the flaw of caring for almost no one; she didn't know what it meant to hurt people. She knew how to be hurt, to be frustrated, but she had never before this moment cared about what the rest of the world thought of her. She had never cared about who got ruined in her tracks. It had always been her interests first. Perhaps this meant that she was a selfish cat, one focused only on what she thought would be best for those under her compared to what would be best to everyone. Perhaps this made her a good leader.
She looked down at the bluejay feather, still coming up with nothing to say. A feather that represents friendship. Had she ever really had a friend before this moment? Voltaire had been more than a friend, and Cassidy was close to her because someone had to be. Cynder would have never crossed her paths except by the luck of the draw. And then there was Glowstar. I thought I'd remind you that our friendship is worth keeping, but you've already decided its not something to hold onto in war. The words echoed in her head for another time.
"It's not like that," she meowed as a single tear fell from her hazel eyes. It stained across her soft fur, marring a patch of weakness. Kerrigan would resent this; she hated weakness. Yet, here she was, almost groveling at another leader's feet. There was a part of her that found this pathetic. She was pathetic. "You don't understand... It's not like that." The younger she-cat's voice broke. What was it like, then? Were the claims she made not perfectly accurate?
"I didn't do it to hurt you. I didn't even think of you. I did it for BrookClan. After EarthClan fell at my paws, I knew that we could do it. We could finally get recognized as a group worth something. We could shed the shame that had been brought to us. It was never an attack on you, or anyone... It was strategy, a way to prove myself." Her voice cracked again. She was just making excuses. They weren't even good excuses, were they?
"I didn't think it would get this far. I didn't think it would hurt anyone, at least no one that mattered." She wasn't good at emotions, and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Her body trembled slightly. "But you matter. I was stupid and didn't see that before... I don't want your damn flower. It means nothing to me. You mean something to me..." She was awkward and sputtering, another tear leaking down her face. You finally had something worth having, and you pissed it all away.
She was looking back in the direction of not DayClan anymore, but SunClan. How could she go back home? She'd have to tell forty cats that the reason they're trapped is because of her actions. That she chose to trust in the wrong people. That no one was going to see their kits again, that unless they wanted to live StarClan was dead. Because they had nowhere to run, they were literally snowed out of their territory. She'd had to watch far more than just two of her clanmates executed. She sat down, her tail curled around herself.
She took two breaths, one came out as a shiver, the other smoother and she spoke, "Prove it."
She turned back to look at Kerrigan, fire in her eyes, but her gaze softened seeing Kerrigan's expression, "I've now ruined everybody's lives that I've ever tried to protect," She turned back to look in the direction of where the sun was setting, "They believed in me and I've literally let everyone down by trusting you three, that's on me. SpringClan doesn't have a mix of strong warriors, I can't rally a rebellion together to defeat Sun, Brook, and Nights guards. I can't run away, we're snowed out of my territory..."
She wanted to forgive Kerrigan and truly she could. But at the same time it was too little too late. It was all over and there was no way she could escape. She was Foxstar's now more than ever. She lifted herself back up, "I hope you've proven yourself, but you were always perfect to me. I have to go now, they pick and choose when to yell at me for leaving, it's very annoying honestly. I wish they'd just beat me up or something cause I could at least endure that" She smiled weakly as if trying to convince Kerrigan that all was okay.
