My Dear Brother - One-Shot WillowClan Plot Thread
Mar 13, 2018 4:41:57 GMT
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Post by Stormy on Mar 13, 2018 4:41:57 GMT
This thread's purpose is to display some movement in the WillowClan plot. Oaktalon is beginning to trust his sister less and Willowstar is calling him out for his rebellious behavior, so he's going to need to be more careful in the future.
Willowstar's belly was swollen with kits again. She sat in her den, staring at the moonlight peering in through the entrance, her expression blank.
Oaktalon slipped into his sister's den and stared at her, the fur on his neck rising. "You called?"
Willowstar blinked at him and touched her nose to his, a warm greeting for her beloved sibling. "I did. I wanted to reassure you about my children: Their father is a strong, respectable tom. I'm keeping his identity to myself, but trust me when I say that I carefully selected him to ensure that our offspring would be the best possible. I suppose you could say it was more of a FireClan-esque situation than a WillowClan one, but all of the Clans inspire one another, don't they? Is it so wrong to take a bit of their culture every once in a while? They're all beautiful," she said.
Oaktalon scowled. Willowstar narrowed her eyes. Oaktalon thought better of himself and cleared his throat, then purred. If he wanted to fix his Clan, he needed to play her game for a while.
When did everything take this turn?
Oaktalon supposed he always knew, deep down, that his sister was a manipulative monster, but he ignored the signs when he was young, perhaps because he didn't understand. She'd fake sickness to get out of training and they'd go on a grand adventure through RavenClan together. She would get cats bullying Oaktalon to turn on each other by spilling a secret or creating a lie about one of them.
Everything she did back then benefited him. She played him right from the start.
When she proposed they create a new Clan, she said, "There is no one I'd rather have at my side," but he knew now that she didn't mean it out of any sort of love or respect for her littermate, but because she knew that cats liked him for him, and that they liked her because she manipulated them. She needed a counter, and he was it. Oaktalon was blinded by the prospect of starting something fresh, something that could be huge.
Oaktalon pressed his nose on Willowstar's shoulder, a deep purr rumbling in his throat. "I'm so sorry about that. I know it's no excuse, but I was just so stressed about training and everything else going on that I guess I took it out on you. I'm confident that you're doing what's best for WillowClan," he said. But I'm afraid that our ideas of what's best for the Clan no longer align, and that's why I'm going to take this Clan for myself one day, he thought. Oaktalon dipped his head and stepped out of his leader's den. Before he padded away, he cast a look over his shoulder and said, "Oh, and congratulations on your second litter, sister. May StarClan bless them with good health."
Willowstar hissed after her brother disappeared from view. He guessed he took all of his stress out on her? Bullshit. He thought he could outsmart her, but his word choice needed some work. He made up that story on the spot, and it was so obvious it felt like a slap in the face to Willowstar. I'd think that growing up around me would entail some skill in lying, but I suppose not everyone has the same talents, she thought. She curled up in her nest and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Willowstar's belly was swollen with kits again. She sat in her den, staring at the moonlight peering in through the entrance, her expression blank.
Oaktalon slipped into his sister's den and stared at her, the fur on his neck rising. "You called?"
Willowstar blinked at him and touched her nose to his, a warm greeting for her beloved sibling. "I did. I wanted to reassure you about my children: Their father is a strong, respectable tom. I'm keeping his identity to myself, but trust me when I say that I carefully selected him to ensure that our offspring would be the best possible. I suppose you could say it was more of a FireClan-esque situation than a WillowClan one, but all of the Clans inspire one another, don't they? Is it so wrong to take a bit of their culture every once in a while? They're all beautiful," she said.
Oaktalon scowled. Willowstar narrowed her eyes. Oaktalon thought better of himself and cleared his throat, then purred. If he wanted to fix his Clan, he needed to play her game for a while.
When did everything take this turn?
Oaktalon supposed he always knew, deep down, that his sister was a manipulative monster, but he ignored the signs when he was young, perhaps because he didn't understand. She'd fake sickness to get out of training and they'd go on a grand adventure through RavenClan together. She would get cats bullying Oaktalon to turn on each other by spilling a secret or creating a lie about one of them.
Everything she did back then benefited him. She played him right from the start.
When she proposed they create a new Clan, she said, "There is no one I'd rather have at my side," but he knew now that she didn't mean it out of any sort of love or respect for her littermate, but because she knew that cats liked him for him, and that they liked her because she manipulated them. She needed a counter, and he was it. Oaktalon was blinded by the prospect of starting something fresh, something that could be huge.
Oaktalon pressed his nose on Willowstar's shoulder, a deep purr rumbling in his throat. "I'm so sorry about that. I know it's no excuse, but I was just so stressed about training and everything else going on that I guess I took it out on you. I'm confident that you're doing what's best for WillowClan," he said. But I'm afraid that our ideas of what's best for the Clan no longer align, and that's why I'm going to take this Clan for myself one day, he thought. Oaktalon dipped his head and stepped out of his leader's den. Before he padded away, he cast a look over his shoulder and said, "Oh, and congratulations on your second litter, sister. May StarClan bless them with good health."
Willowstar hissed after her brother disappeared from view. He guessed he took all of his stress out on her? Bullshit. He thought he could outsmart her, but his word choice needed some work. He made up that story on the spot, and it was so obvious it felt like a slap in the face to Willowstar. I'd think that growing up around me would entail some skill in lying, but I suppose not everyone has the same talents, she thought. She curled up in her nest and drifted off into a deep sleep.