Bad Blood(Private)

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Brookshine * The Lover * To Love Again

Brookshine was upset that her family(jer kits) were under fire not from her fellow queens. Everyone had been talking Pebblesong's fling with the deputy of Willowclan and her belly lied kits of Royal blood. Cinderfeather was most hurt and angry about it. And everyone was pointing fingers and she as her sister was caught in it. Already, Batwing constantly trying to sneak past her and now this. Pebblesong had brought more drama into her life more than she needed. If anything why didn't talk to me first? She felt hurt her didn't trust herself enough to tell her about it something like this and she had to hear it from rumors and Oaktalon say it himself before anything happened.

First Batwing and now, Pebblesong her trust in Willowclan was flips away by the day. Snowwhisker was her only find she could trust now. It's time I take matters into my own paws. The silver left her brood with a trusted queen. "Keep them safe from you own who."

As the queen nodded and walked over to her sister. Brookshine's were trained on kin like a hawk's."Pebblesong, needed to talk, now." Without another word, she went out of the nursery and the camp entrance. I must set the fact straight. Once they were away from the gossip and hawk's eyes, Brookshine did the unthinkable. She raised her paw and slammed her sister across the face. "What were you mouse-brain thinking, Pebblesong!"

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pebblesong

Aria

- caught in the thought of that time when everything was fine -

While there was still quite the scandal circulating regarding the lie that Pebblesong and Oaktalon had agreed to tell and spread among the clan—the constant whispers and murmurings had grown quieter, more disappointed at the lack of anything, well... happening, and eventually shifted in tone. The pair presented themselves as dear friends; ones that had made a mistake together and resolved to co-parent the resulting offspring. In most ways, the tale that they spun was far more wholesome than the truth; the truth was something that she kept buried deep and hidden away.

It hadn’t been long since she had moved into the nursery—her pregnancy had passed by mostly unnoticed until rather abruptly her belly began to show the telltale signs; in the end, it was less suspicious to settle down with the queens—as awkward as things might have been currently between herself and... virtually every queen in Willowclan, particularly Cinderfeather—given that she was supposedly carrying the next generation of royalty within her belly. During the short time she had been inside of the nursery, Pebblesong had come to be rather horrified when it came to a surprising cat—her sister. Something had changed in Brookshine; the younger molly had made it obvious the moment Pebblesong had moved into the nursery, trying to take up a space alongside her sister (in part out of guilt, in part to ensure she was doing as well as she could) only to be cruelly sent away with biting remarks.

She couldn’t have known what occurred—Batwing and Pebblesong had ceased their affair long ago and returned to their more professional relationship from before their friendship, as painful as it had been. Some of the life that had returned to Pebblesong in recent moons appeared to flicker out... most cats blamed it on pregnancy pains. The long-tailed molly never corrected them. It was easier this way; safer for the unborn kits inside of her.

It was a lonely experience inside of the nursery. Oaktalon’s visits were a well-loved gift of good grace, but each time she would find her eyes cutting towards Cinderfeather, and with a nod towards the poor, sweet-hearted molly, she would say, ”It’s kind of you to check on me, Friend; I’m fairing well—would you like time alone with Cinderfeather?” it felt like a penance in a way. Ottercloud visited her often as well, but as of late—though she loved her friend dearly—she had begun to tire to the stream of gossip and he-said-she-said's that often came with the cinnamon tom. He meant well, Pebblesong reasoned. And Brookshine...? Well, if the glares, glowers, and mutterings and snide, sharp comments the younger molly sent flying towards all of those who had been close to her before were anything to judge by... things were the worst when it came to Brookshine. She had changed. No longer did she speak with Pebblesong as they had before, no longer did she seem to trust anyone at all. She needs Help... Pebblesong had thought, more than once. Something must have been terribly wrong to cause Brookshine to shift from a sweet mouse of a molly to a vicious, frothing rat towards all who had shown her love and kindness.

And so, when her sister approached her—saying that they needed to talk—Pebblesong issued a slow blink and a small, forced smile. ”Oh? Are you feeling well enough, now? I’ve been worried you know, but I wanted to give you space,” she said, lifting her head from the comfortable bed of moss she had taken up inside of the nursery. ”You seemed to want that a great deal when I first arrived...” she added, quieter, something flashing in her eyes. Rising to her paws with some effort—she had been pregnant before, her belly hadn’t grown quite so big then—Pebblesong tilted her head as her sister merely turned and began to lead her away from camp. Mm, I see, she thought, eyes narrowing suspiciously as she padded slowly after her younger sister, pausing briefly to alert a sentry, ”My sister and I are taking a walk to stretch our legs a little--we won’t go far, if you wouldn’t mind...” she began, casting the cat a warm smile, ”Could you keep an ear out for us?” she said.

‘Unprepared’ was a word that had never been used to describe the silver molly.

With her assurances given and a safety net set, Pebblesong followed after her sister—pale green eyes raking over her suspiciously. It seemed that the moment Brookshine had led her to a quiet, secluded place, the younger cat whirled on her. I see—an unfortunate choice, dear sister, she thought. Thinking quickly, Pebblesong’s calculating expression morphed itself into one of a perfect mask of shock and fear. Arching up one of her forelegs and ducking her head in time for her shoulder to absorb Brookshine’s slamming strike, Pebblesong side-stepped her sister and back a fox-length and dropped into a crouch that guarded her belly and neck, ”N-no, no—stop, you’ll hurt the kittens, help! Help me!” Pebblesong shrieked—her voice carrying far and echoing throughout Willowclan’s territory. They weren’t far from camp; a cry like that would draw attention. The kittens in her belly stirred, and Pebblesong’s claws slid free of their sheaths as her tail lashed behind her protectively and with her own sense of betrayal.

She had wanted to give Brookshine time—to see her come back from whatever darkness gripped her—but Pebblesong had decided long ago that she would never be treated this way again; if Brookshine was willing to assault her while there were kittens in her belly... what would stop her from simply smothering them once they were born? No—no, she couldn’t allow that. She would never allow danger to befall her kits. And so, she decided—the clan would deal with Brookshine.

”Someone help me, please!! She’s going to kill my kits!” Pebblesong wailed, a perfect cocktail of terror and sorrow mixing together in her voice. Brookshine had made a mistake with her violent outburst—one that Pebblesong wouldn’t tolerate; more importantly, one that the clan would never tolerate.

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Brookshine * The Lover * To Love Again

If Pebblesong was doing to hissed and cry like a scary cat then is no better her mate. A mother worry for unborn kits she could be understood, however,  Pebblesong might mightily want to tell how much she had a mess. Brookshine would never kill her kits nor try too. She stood right where she was unfazed. Help me! Yet again some "I'm the victim. and you're the monster fox-dung. She was sick of it."Grow up, Pebblesong. You need just as I did. You got a clan of haters and upset queens to deal. How are you going to defend your kits like do from Batwing?" 

She in truth just was too disappear away from this drama. The drama that will drama her family-her kits to hell. Her world was crushing around with few to help. "Kill your kits, Oh please, since when did you become such a scared mouse. You know I would never do that." Brookshine sighed but angry never lessened long ago she felt weak and insecure and relied on some for support even her own sister. She got to for her doubts and pains but no... everything had changed. "What were you think with having kits with Oaktalon and not even telling me around it, huh. What happened to being sisters and telling each other our problems!?"

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bad blood

The sudden screams of a cat in need was certainly enough to scare the prey that was just at the tips of her claws away. Anger was visible in Swanpelt's expressive pale blue eyes, and her tail swayed, stirring up the budding grass and dandelions beneath her. She let out a tsk as she watched the squirrel get away. Almost as quick as the speedy rodent came a sudden urgency within her. She forgot about the lost game, now wondering what in the name of StarClan had made such a noise. What else could it be but a cat in need? The gallant color point couldn't ignore such an ear splitting noise. 

The leader of the patrol peered over her shoulder, watching for her clan-mates, Blizzardbite and Redwater. The molly didn't have to say anything. Their ears were perked and their tails waved frantically. They knew just as well as she did that they couldn't just continue their hunt. She raised her tail, signaling for them to follow. "Tail me," She commanded, straight to the point. "Have my back." 

Suddenly, the molly spun around and sprinted through the flowers on swift paws. Her eyes were wide with alertness and her mouth cracked open in attempts to breathe in the scent of any nearby cats. Her senses didn't fail her. On the air, she recognized the sweet scent of milk, mixed with the pungent scent of fear. It was WillowClan--something the molly could find solace in. But if there was no intruder, then did that mean that both the victim and the criminal had been clan-mates? She definitely didn't smell fox or any other predator. 

Swanpelt changed directions as she followed her nose. It was only a few moments before the silver pelts of two mollies became clear. It was hard to keep the shock off her face as she spotted two queens. Pebblesong and Brookshine. Both were growing heavy with kits, but as she noted that Pebblesong was crouching in fear whereas the other was hovering over the other with malicious eyes, she found it hard to empathize with the offending Brookshine.

Swanpelt had heard the rumors--there was rarely a day when there wasn't whisper going on about Pebblesong, Oaktalon, and Cinderfeather. The cowering classic tabby had royalty growing within her. One, if not most of her kits could become the next deputy, medicine cat, king, or queen of WillowClan. And for all the color point molly knew, Brookshine could have been aiming to kill them.

"How dare you!?" Yowled the warrior, stopping mid run before leaping to pin the silver feline down on her stomach. Fury was clear in her icy gaze. The seal point looked 2 times larger with her pelt fluffing up along her back and her tail swinging to and fro. Harming the royal family was an offense worthy of exile or even death. Swanpelt wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who proved traitorous to the royal family, no matter how she felt about Willowstar and the monarchy. 

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1-5 she misses, 6-10 she lands a hit.
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Cinderfeather

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Someday you’ll know, that nature is so

Cinderfeather sighed contently as she watched the kits in front of her play. There was always something beautiful about it- watching the little ones play. They had no worries in the world. No need for fear. No need to worry about de- the gray and white queen shook her head quickly. ‘Now’s not the time...’ she thought as she turned her attention back to the kits. Despite breaking down a little bit ago due to the sheer amount of grief she had been feeling, she still felt the need to keep her grief bottled up. At least during the day.

During the night, she would talk to Oaktalon about her grief. A small, sad smile formed on her muzzle as she glanced up at the sky. ‘I know you sent him to me that night...’ she thought. Whether or not she was right, she didn’t know. But after so much grief, she truly felt like Streamshine had sent Oaktalon to her that night. Her daughter only wanted her to be happy when she was alive, so it only made sense for her to have the same desire in the afterlife. Looking back at the kits, the permanent queen pushed herself to her paws.

Cinderfeather was about to walk over to the kits when she heard it. She heard a cat scream that someone wanted to kill her kits. Kill. Kits. Her mind went on autopilot as she turned towards the exit of camp and ran. Her heart raced as she pelted towards where the screaming was coming from. She didn’t stop to wonder who was screaming, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t let any queen lose her kits. She knew the grief that loosing a kit brought, and she wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

Fear scent flooded the gray and white patched she cat’s nostrils as she pinpointed where the queen was. She burst into a clearing, and she was greeted by quite a scene. Brookshine was yelling at Pebblesong about having kits with Oaktalon. Now, she knew that this wasn’t true. She knew that these kits were not her mate’s. She also knew that, for some reason she didn’t understand, Pebblesong wanted Oaktalon to pretend to be the father. However, despite not understanding it, she wasn’t going to out Pebblesong. She opened her maw to speak, but another cat got into the fray before her.

Cinderfeather narrowed her eyes as she continued to watch this go down, and despite not being happy about this whole pretending thing, she couldn’t let this go on. Lifting her head up, the normally soft spoken she cat leapt into the clearing and positioned herself directly in front of Pebblesong. She narrowed her eyes and unsheathed her claws as she glared at Swanpelt and Brookshine. She lashed her tail behind her as she drew her lips back and let out a snarl. Then, she opened her mouth.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!”

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Brookshine * The Lover * To Love Again

Brookshine was done. That was the best way to describe the look face, her right now. After moons of being so close and happy. Pebble and Brook ever even birth to the same mother and yet here lay the girl who cried wolf but she was a wolf in clothes in sheep. Pebblesong. Her heart shattered into millions of pieces and broken beyond repair. It was tough to hold the lump in her throat, the pain in her heart, and the tears the so disparately want to form and fall down her cheeks. So the is what to feels like to be utterly betrayed. So this is how it ends. How disgusting it was for her to be so weak in mind and body!? To think someone who knew you better than yourself was the who lied is one to lie on you now. "Pebblesong, I-I." It was crushing from the inside out.

 "How dare me!?, How dare I trust my kin." The silver queen tries(Not really) to move from Swanpelt, however, she was pinned not by the shoulders or thigh. It was by the head claws dug her fresh as causing to breed against the ground and make a small pond around here. However, Brookshine felt nothing but her own dumb stupidity. As she was a kit, Brookshine loved Pebblesong enough to tell everything: her crushes, her friends and now... Pebblesong appeared all of sudden with kits and that their Oaktalon and she didn't have the guts to talk to her own sister about it. Anyone would angry and upset.

"So you lie on own sister, Pebblesong. Is that how is now!?" She yelled weakly . "You're no better than a dog. I told you-EVERYTHING- and this is what you do me. You hide away and lie like a coward. I knew your whole life, I trusted you with my own. You're a liar I would never try to kill you or kits." She didn't that lies would cause rumors of Brookshine being unfit to handle her kits. Take would them away and she would never see them again. This now gave Batwing more sway. "You don't understand every word you now had back-lash to them. You don't get it as you have done and how much I am going to suffer for it. You'll never understand." 

Brookshine had no reason other than her kits to remained in Willowclan. Dewkit, Bettlekit, and Cricketkit- they were her reasons to remained in disgust clan. Once they were old enough to live on there or got there warrior names, she would leave forever."Swanpelt, let me go I'm done here. Pebblesong from here on out you are no longer my family or my sister regardless of what our blood is the same. You lost the right when you lost my trust." They were hard as a brick to say but then so was she. Brookshine would kill if met that her daughters were safe. She was an independent mother, Pebblesong was dependent.

"You're no better than Batwing. You both make me sick. Cinderfeather, regardless if you believe or not. I don't want her near me anymore. I don't need former kin to distill insecurity in my family. Her kits I will not hate or view against, but her another story. I want to go before these wounds become fatal." I want to go back to only things I got left. The molly was slowly growing weaker by the second. Her body left so weakly and lifeless as anxiety and depression hit her hard to her very core. She was a brook without its shine now

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