private At some level I think I understood |Florabreeze| that these hands of mine are clumsy, not clever

[Sorrelsong]

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It was raining. Was it raining? Her breath came out quick, pained, like gasps. Flickers in the dark. The grass beneathe her feet was so far away. Was it day or night? The world seemed to be one consistent shade of white it was nauseating. It hurt to open her eyes.
She'd traveled from camp half-blind, on paws that felt soggy. She licked one, frowning at the lack of iron-scented liquid. Why had she expected them to be bleeding? She had done nothing wrong. Her tail lashes, a chorus of cicadas erupt in it's wave, like soot on the wind. Tired. Tired. She was tired. She closed her eyes only for the panicked rhythm of her heart to jolt her awake.
She was at the threshold. The apex. Right where forest gave way to twoleg-camps. They sprouted everywhere like sores. In the dim(?) light they seemed to pulse, some sort of portable, small light within. She knew they hadn't, but some part of her - the clan-cat part of her - thought they had stolen the sun, just for a second. For a small second, she had lost control. Is that what it felt like for him? Or was it longer? Was like a sickness that took you over from the inside, liquefying everything important to you starting with your spine or was it something you consulted? Something telling you to do those things?
Her stomach slammed against her throat. 'Flora' was all she managed to get out before her mouth was filled with things more repulsive then her own blood.
A choking sensation took over before she develed deep into her memory. Climbing trees, looking at stars.... Flora's jokes, her consent questions. They brought her back. Grass stung her flank as she approached the house that she hoped was Florabreeze's. How far had her paws carrired her? She didn't stop to think as she pawed at the not-hole, hoping that somehow, this would get Florabreeze's attention.
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↪ OOC: not-hole is window, couldn't think of a cat name for it lolol
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[Florabreeze]

It had been a pleasant day, a mugginess that lingered in the atmosphere but throughout the course of the day it had slowly started to dwindle, as the sun gave way to the moon the weather took a chill. That exhaustion that she used to carry back home with her from camp when she first joined had started to come back. Her brain is still taking a mental toll on the concept of this whole lead warrior thing. With a sigh she reclined on the grey fabric of the couch, she dubbed it her nest long ago.

The texture brushed against her as she tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable, her Twolegs had left shortly after she returned back to their nest. Ditto had retired for the night, after she had given her the recap of the day of course. It had become routine, to chatter about what each of their days entailed while eating together. Most nights they spent together, occasionally the pair separated for separate activities before resting and tonight happened to be one of them.

The sound of something batting at the clear panels that peered into her Twoleg's nest (windows, she had learnt) caused her head to perk and for hackles to raise. It couldn't be Ditto, he was off rummaging through the miscellaneous items their twolegs had gifted the pair recently for Flora's weird twoleg celebration, the one with the screaming and pink metallic floating objects. There was a presumption that only the worst was waiting for her but when she jumped upon the windowsill the last thing she expected to see was Sorrelsong.

She beamed immediately at her though she couldn't help but notice that glass appearance to her eye. With a tilt of her head she disappeared from the huntress's view to go through the door her Twolegs had just for herself and her sibling. Peering around the white walls of her nest she raised her tail in greeting to her friend. Gesturing for her to hop down from the ledge she found herself on and join her against the blades of grass instead.

“Sorrelsong! Are you okay?” Her immediate thought is that either she had forgotten something important or something dire happened at camp. To quell her own anxieties she tugged at the soft grass beneath her paws, surely she had just forgotten something. “Can't get enough of me at camp, huh?” It's easy to fall back on jokes, when confronted with the unknown why wouldn't she fall back on what she knows?

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[Sorrelsong]

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Florabreeze's smile was enough to paint the world with color - however dull it stubbornly remained. The Maine Coons forum retreated as Sorrelsong's heart beat steadied. Flora was here now - she would be okay.
Stumbling, the molly made her way to join the other molly outside the twoleg's nest - the dying sun set it's coat a shifting hue of death-berry and blood red. Sorrelsong's stomach twinged again. She was not okay - did she look okay? Maybe she was more composed then she thought. That was a relief. Leftover bile stung her noise as she opened her mouth, a soft, tired, but not hollow laugh at Flora's joke.
She could never get enough of the molly. She trusted her. She knew - she knew that Florabreeze would have her back. She'd never lie to her. And her to Flora. They were rock soild. Thank you, Stars, for letting us meet. Maybe there was one thing clans were good for... She flinched at the sound of tearing grass. Her shoulders felt heavy again. She tasted iron in the air.
Blue eyes studied Flora's.
"I-". The words stung her mouth more then the bile. Anything she could think to say slammed against her head before she could speak it - shattering in her throat. She closed her mouth, trying to swallow the shards.
"Dusk-k-pool he-" His name. It ripped it's way out of her. Slithering between her ribs, piercing her lungs. Oh, what would they say? Her eyes shot up. Far beyond the Maine coon's head. The stars began twinkling above, not quite sun-down, but it was dark enough to see them if you squinted. "You can't -" What? Tell anyone? Tell anyone the truth of what happened to her brothers? Was this how it started? The lies. The deceptions? No - Florabreeze should tell the others. Sorrelsong should! The truth... the truth needed to be told. Finally. Finally after all these moons. Justice needed to be served. Loyal, she had always been loyal. Never to a clan, never to a group, but to her family. Her brothers... they were all she had. But they were all dead. Duskpool killed them all.
"I need your help - to tell Orangestar." Did she mean it? Did she really mean it? He was her family. They made promises. Did spilling shared blood omit him from the protections provided by it? Was he still her brother? Was there a little bit of Yokai in there - could she save him? She counted the stars. Too many stared back at her.
Whatever was left to save - whatever still haunted that animated pelt - was not enough to justify their murders. Realization ran down her spine, infecting her paws like ants. The murder of Chi, too.
"Duskpool " The words where choked. Her mind raced. Who else had he killed? Where there more? " - he killed my brothers. Shadowfire. Smokefang. Yokai. He killed - he killed them. He killed them Flora, he killed them. They're all- they're all dead Flora and I could've saved them. They're the only reason I- and they're- And more- he killed more, the kit's mom that he saved - he killed her. Stole the kit. He-"
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[Florabreeze]

Hearing Sorrelsong laugh brings temporary relief, hope that no matter what was going on that she was okay enough to enjoy the simple pleasure of laughter. Or that Florabreeze was funny enough to still make her laugh, a subtle boost to her ego but not a distracting one. That laughter dies down and in it's place is a choked out name, Duskpool. Duskpool? She's familiar with the tom, mostly knowing him as Sorrelsong's brother, she doesn't forget that one time she had clearly upset him by bringing up his scars. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?" She breaks that temporary eye contact she held with her friend and tries to look beyond her, which was quite easy given their difference in height. There was no blood in her yard nor was there any sign of another cat being present. Did he get injured on his way over? Or in the clan? Why wouldn't she go to someone else if it happened in clan? the problem solver part of her brain, the one she had lovingly dubbed the lead warrior thought process, was running wild with imaginings as to why his name would be brought up here.

Clearly Sorrelsong's distraught, as to why she's not sure. There was another pawful of half sentances, each one not helping Florabreeze's over active imagination. Worry seeped deep into her bones, intertwining with the marrow. What exactly was going on? "Orangestar?" She frowned at the mention of the clan leader, if this was an issue for her then she wasn't entirely sure why Sorrelsong would come out so far just to see Florabreeze instead. Not that she isn't grateful to see her friend. She cranes her head to see what the she-cat is looking at this moment, eyes met the twinkling stars above. Maybe that's what reminded her to mention Orangestar? She's star blessed is she not?

Despite her assumptions and theories she remained silent, wanting to be that metaphorical rock for Sorrelsong while she gathered her thoughts. Then the truth comes out, flowing like a stone construction that babbled water. At first she struggles to wrap her head around it, Duskpool being a murderer? She supposed those scars came from somewhere but she thought maybe it was in the context of a border skirmish or a war between clans. Not from the blood of family, that seemed abnormal to her. Then again she doesn't really know the tom at all.

"He killed them?" There's horror in her words, spoken with a sharp and shallow gasp. Her maw clamps shut as she tries to think about what to do, she's not very strategic but she would try to be for the warrior in front of her. "It's not your fault Sorrelsong, you couldn't have saved them if you didn't know" she knew that the she-cat hadn't been clanborn, so maybe those murders happened before she joined? Even if that wasn't the case it was clear she only just found out about them so she couldn't have done anything to change a situation that she wasn't present for. The fact that he murdered a mother for the kit though, that churned in her gut. She knew very well that this thought would remain in her mind every time she saw that kit in camp going forward, Duskpool too.

"We'll go to Orangestar, do you have any proof? Or rather, do you think Duskpool would willingly admit this to her?" To accuse a clanmate of this was a heavy burden for proof. It wouldn't be easy and definitely shouldn't be taken lightly, she knew Sorrelsong well so she had faith that she wouldn't lie about this but would her word be enough to the leader?

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[Sorrelsong]

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Sound rushes in from all angles, each buzz, bubble and word an attack.
"It's not your fault Sorrelsong, you couldn't have saved them if you didn't know"
"I COULD HAVE HELPED." A paw over her maw. Tears in her eyes. Reflexive. Her out burst was just... reflexive. She didn't.... she didn't mean anything by it. She didn't. "I could have helped" It was a whisper now, a plea. A silent apology to Florabreeze and her brothers. "I-Im sorry i didn't mean to - fuck Flora, i-I'm sorry. " The moves to rest her head on Florabreezes shoulder, but pauses. Would that be... okay? Did she just overstep? Would Florabreeze still...trust her? Love her as a friend? What? What was the word she was looking for? Was she shattering her family with her own two paws now?
The water becomes loud before Florabreeze's words dig into her deeper then any fox or rogue she'd faced before.
"... do you have any proof? Or rather, do you think Duskpool would willingly admit this to her?"
"I hadn't....." Thought of that. Lies. Truth. Would Orangestar believe her? She believed Duskpool. Both mollies did. The clan did. The clan. The words were a sharp whip upon her face. The clan. Yokai... he'd never do anything like this. Not without reason. Didn't they all do things for reason? They were cats. More then prey. More then basic instinct. She had never drawn blood before the clan. Had Flora? Yokai was kind before the clan. He protected her. He was loving. Emotive. Had the clan stripped him of that? Were those the parts of him he sold to justify his actions?
Fury builds in her again, racing up and down her spine, lounging in her stomach and kicking like a kit. She lets out an audible sob as she chokes it down, her throat still stinging from yelling at Florabreeze. I wish I could take that back. Star Clan please - I don't want to have yelled at her she's my only - please. But the stars were nowhere to be seen. The watched behind their sun-filled sky. Voyeurs' to the war Sorrelsong fought for her brothers.
"He won't lie....." She settled, her voice choked with something anything other then anger. She would not be angry in Flora's presence again. Never. She swore it to the stars. She swore upon her brothers. She would not lose a sister to her rage.
"The only proof I have is his word. But he won't lie. " His eyes flash in her mind. Hollow, empty, tired. He had learned to manipulate like their mother but it was clear he didn't have her stamina. If he did...she wasn't afraid to get it out of him one way or another.
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↪ OOC: hehe she said the 'f' word :3
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