Post by :-Misa-: on Apr 3, 2015 1:20:08 GMT -5
"Father said conflict builds character..."
It'd been seasons since they'd last seen each other. Since they'd last talked. Since he'd tried to make things right.
It'd been forever since he had acted as her father. Literally.
She hated him, and yet every time she was within steps of the lines dividing them, she couldn't help but wonder. How was he doing? How was he enjoying his new life? Part of her couldn't help but actually long for his presence, long for him to have never left her. It was the part of her that every time someone spoke her father's name, her heart yearned to forgive him, but she knew better.
He killed her.
He killed her mother.
He left without a word to her, her mother, or even his own brother. One night he just up and left- just abandoned his only daughter- and her earliest memory of him was the gathering while she was an apprentice where he fought her mother and uncle. And that's what made her hate him again. That's what made her want to rip every last hair from his pelt and anyone who meant something to him. That's what made her want to cause him the hurt he had her.
"It's best that he left, Silverleaf."
Silverleaf flattened her ears out to the side, letting out a sigh, "I know, uncle." Her head turned, blue eyes meeting the swimming yellow depths of the one who had brought her up. He wasn't that great of a guy. She knew it, but to her, Tigerface was all she could want and need. He helped her grow into the warrior she is today, and while he steered down the wrong path, he always directed her the right way to go. "Tigerface, how is it that you knew he crossed my mind?"
"Sweet heart, you act as if I wasn't there while your mother nursed you. I've been dealing with your temperamental self for a while now to know what bothers you." A soft smile fell upon her face as a deep purr rumbled in the senior warrior's throat. He was charming, even she would admit. It could have anyone fooled, and even with knowing the truth about her uncle, it still had her fooled. At the end of the day she loved him more then anyone else, and he was all she had left.
"I guess you're right."
Huh? What was that?
The conversation froze and the closer the two got to the border, the stronger it got- naturally. A waft of Midnightclan stench turned Silverleaf erect and alert. Perhaps it was just a freshly marked border? No. That wasn't it. It wasn't something she could explain, but just something after moons of training and patrolling that she was nearly prone to picking up. Something was off. We're close to the border, but still a bit back. Their scent shouldn't be that strong over here.
And that's when her eyes laid on it.
A bird lay on the ground, neck sloppily snapped, feathers surrounding it, "Uncle, turn back and get to camp and find some warriors, and if you find any just wandering around send them this way; we seem to have some thieves among us."
Tigerface followed her eyes to the prey, before tasting the air, agreeing with her suspicions, "Go towards the border, see if any cats are there. Stick to the trees though, less likely to be spotted, and less room for a fight to break out before others get here."
With a silent nod, Silverleaf searched her uncle's eyes as they stayed lingering on her. For a second concern flashed through them, but a slight nod was enough to reassure him. She was perfectly capable, and on top of that, she wasn't a mouse-brained idiot. She wouldn't engage by herself.
A few heartbeats passed before Tigerface was out of sight, and only then did she approach the base of a tree, leaping upwards through the branches until she was at least vaguely concealed. Now let's go see what we can find.
It'd been seasons since they'd last seen each other. Since they'd last talked. Since he'd tried to make things right.
It'd been forever since he had acted as her father. Literally.
She hated him, and yet every time she was within steps of the lines dividing them, she couldn't help but wonder. How was he doing? How was he enjoying his new life? Part of her couldn't help but actually long for his presence, long for him to have never left her. It was the part of her that every time someone spoke her father's name, her heart yearned to forgive him, but she knew better.
He killed her.
He killed her mother.
He left without a word to her, her mother, or even his own brother. One night he just up and left- just abandoned his only daughter- and her earliest memory of him was the gathering while she was an apprentice where he fought her mother and uncle. And that's what made her hate him again. That's what made her want to rip every last hair from his pelt and anyone who meant something to him. That's what made her want to cause him the hurt he had her.
"It's best that he left, Silverleaf."
Silverleaf flattened her ears out to the side, letting out a sigh, "I know, uncle." Her head turned, blue eyes meeting the swimming yellow depths of the one who had brought her up. He wasn't that great of a guy. She knew it, but to her, Tigerface was all she could want and need. He helped her grow into the warrior she is today, and while he steered down the wrong path, he always directed her the right way to go. "Tigerface, how is it that you knew he crossed my mind?"
"Sweet heart, you act as if I wasn't there while your mother nursed you. I've been dealing with your temperamental self for a while now to know what bothers you." A soft smile fell upon her face as a deep purr rumbled in the senior warrior's throat. He was charming, even she would admit. It could have anyone fooled, and even with knowing the truth about her uncle, it still had her fooled. At the end of the day she loved him more then anyone else, and he was all she had left.
"I guess you're right."
Huh? What was that?
The conversation froze and the closer the two got to the border, the stronger it got- naturally. A waft of Midnightclan stench turned Silverleaf erect and alert. Perhaps it was just a freshly marked border? No. That wasn't it. It wasn't something she could explain, but just something after moons of training and patrolling that she was nearly prone to picking up. Something was off. We're close to the border, but still a bit back. Their scent shouldn't be that strong over here.
And that's when her eyes laid on it.
A bird lay on the ground, neck sloppily snapped, feathers surrounding it, "Uncle, turn back and get to camp and find some warriors, and if you find any just wandering around send them this way; we seem to have some thieves among us."
Tigerface followed her eyes to the prey, before tasting the air, agreeing with her suspicions, "Go towards the border, see if any cats are there. Stick to the trees though, less likely to be spotted, and less room for a fight to break out before others get here."
With a silent nod, Silverleaf searched her uncle's eyes as they stayed lingering on her. For a second concern flashed through them, but a slight nod was enough to reassure him. She was perfectly capable, and on top of that, she wasn't a mouse-brained idiot. She wouldn't engage by herself.
A few heartbeats passed before Tigerface was out of sight, and only then did she approach the base of a tree, leaping upwards through the branches until she was at least vaguely concealed. Now let's go see what we can find.
Time to stalk her prey.
"...which explains why to him I'm servant to the devil."
