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Sammy stared out at the camp, finishing his silent prayer to Marli. Maybe it was better that he wasn’t Boyar anymore. As boyar, Marli couldn’t be his main deity. His connection to the god was strong though, so it had been hard for him to give that up. Still, he knew the new boyar would do an amazing job. He was far from worried about the clan he had grown to care for so much.
For many days after the outburst that had led to his removal from office, Kerrigan Harlow had been very insistant that she was not going to talk to her half brother. Why should she? He broke the one cardinal rule in which all other rules of her Monarchy relied: don't cross the crown. However, she had done soul searching lately, and she figured it was time to clear the air.
"Sammy," she meowed, her voice detached as she padded up to him.
His head turned slowly, a half-smile crossing his face for a moment before disappearing. "Tsar." He dipped his head in respect as he spoke. In the end, the battle with Earthclan had turned out well, and with Kerrigan's help, they had a new leader. While Sammy didnt know what to think of this, Earthclan had become an ally through it.
Of course things had turned out well. When did things not turn out well ? She would have said that exact thing, ahd he made his thoughts clear and out loud. "How have you fared after the battle?" she meowed. Her voice was a little bit forced, but this wasn't something she normally did. She had been betrayed, an it was seldom that she spoke to someone after they hurt her.
It took him a moment to find a reply. Sammy had always been the kind of cat to be friends with everyone, no matter what, but the disconnect between him and his half-sister had become a strain on his mental state. Of course, it was his fault, but still. “Good. Though, Earthclan didn’t put up much of a fight.” He pointed out with a flick of his tail.
There was a part of her that wanted to call out his audacity to say such a thing. Of course they didn't put up a fight. Kerrigan would never have risked the lives of her family and her soldiers if she didn't at least have a pretty good idea that she would win. EarthClan had been both weak and compromised. "Did you really expect otherwise?" she asked him, trying not to betray her thoughts and peering at him with an emotionless gaze.
So what had been the problem? The tsar remained silent for a moment as she debated whether she should say something so brashly. Of course, she wanted to. But it wasn't a good idea, if she was to ever want something from this relationship. "Indeed," she responded instead. "How are you and... is it Gabriel?" she then asked, changing the topic slightly because she didn't know what else she had to say that wouldn't be rude.
Her ear twitched. "We had no life-threatening wounds nor noted deaths," Kerrigan meowed in response, as if that was meant to help him. "If he hasn't shown up..." Was it insensitive for her to tell him he had probably abandoned the group.
"If he didn't perish, he is out there somewhere," she meowed. It came out a little more comforting than one could have expected, especially under the implication that this tom had betrayed her organization. He would not be welcomed back under her rule, but it felt cruel to tell Sammy that. "If you truly want to find him, there will come a day where you will."
Her ear twitched. He was sorry. There was a part of her that was inherrently distrustful of this, but she was distrustful of anyone who spoke against her. There was another part, though, whose facial expressions softened. "We all do what we think is right in the moment," she found herself saying, although the words were odd for her to say. Perhaps she said them, though, because she felt the need to understand the words for herself.
