- Feb 23, 2023
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TW: for self mutilation
Being holed up in horseplace is the last place she wants to be. Her heart is like a caged animal, it years for freedom, for sleeping under the stars and racing about the moorlands. It years for home. She has felt this feeling before, this homesickness, it was during the time the rogues had driven them from their homes and they had been made to take refuge first in ThunderClan and then ShadowClan. Funny how that was not very long ago but now, looking back, it felt like seasons had passed since then. What had possessed her sister, she wonders, to steal kits from the very same clan that had offered them shelter, from a clan who had helped them fight the rogues out of their home even though they had no obligation to?
She paces in front of the grand entranceway. Outside, the skies are a dark gray, casting the land in shadows. Thunder rumbles in the distance and soon, the clouds would open up and rain would pour down on them. In these conditions, she had to admit the barn was kinda nice. They would not have to step foot outside in order to remain well fed. Perhaps this is why the cats of horseplace favored it here so much. Easy prey was something she would not be so quick to let go of either if she did not already have a home she loved so dearly.
Minutes pass when finally she stops her pacing, a paw lifted to scratch at her chest. Her chest. With the very same paw, she parts her own fur, golden eyes cast downwards to glimpse the scar her sister had inflicted on her when she had agreed to be a part of her council. Back then it had been an honor. Now, it was reminder. She finds herself sneering, lips pulled back in disgust. She was not her sisters dog anymore. Sootstar had made it clear that if she ever were to see her again it would be the last time, whether that meant Bluepool fell at her paws or Sootstar at hers she is uncertain. What she is certain of is that this scar no longer represented what it was meant to. "You don't own me anymore" she says softly and then, with her own claws she digs into flesh, ripping a line into her skin and striking through the scar, creating an X mark on her chest. Its a deep mark, and while she flinches during the act she does not stop nor does she cry out. This was a necessity, a ritual that needed to be performed if she ever hoped to see herself as anything other than Sootstar's sister, her lackey willing to follow her every command.
Blood drips onto the straw and Bluepool sits, staring as it runs through her fur like a river. I'm free now she thinks. But would that ever be true? Only time would tell.