- Aug 7, 2022
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IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO
OOC- Hey!!! I know this is super overdue, but im sooooo excited to have Fiona in Skyclan and for these two to bond!!!! Feel free to treat this as a casual thread because I know you said you’ve been dealing with some muse stuff, just know that i already love your girl and I’m so excited for her permaqueen arc!!! Butterflytuft is gonna have someone to help her out with all the kits Skyclan seems to be picking up constantly XD Anywho, TW for some general Quill angst about their dad and mentions of child abuse (nothing graphic, literally just the mention). This takes place one the day she ‘joined’ after they got her back to camp to get looked at by a MC. She’s just coming out of the den now, where her bro is waiting for her
It’d been a long time since Quillstrike had been made to think about his past. It hadn’t exactly been a great time for him, after all. His father had been an abusive prick that never got over his mates affair or the fact that her son wasn’t his by blood, and he’d he’d taken it out on the young chimera every chance he got- to the point that Quill had taken to spending days at a time out wandering the streets with strangers his age in an attempt to escape it. His mother hadn’t been as bad. She was incredibly distant, always looking at him with a carefully blank expression, never showing him too much affection less it set off her mate. But Quill could see the pity in her eyes, right alongside her wish to love him but the understanding that it was better for them both if she didn’t.
And then, there was Fiona.
Quill- back then known as Twin- hadn’t felt anything throughout his mothers pregnancy for his future siblings. Back then, it’d been hard for him to feel much of anything, and as he recalled the vast, empty thing he’d been when he’d first arrived, it made his fur bristle to think that someone could ever do that kind of thing to a kind; turn them into that. So no, he hadn’t been enthusiastic about having more family that would inevitably end up hating him. Because for him, that’s what family defined itself as; stress, frustration- so much fucking noise.
But then Fiona was born, and it was the opposite of everything he thought it would be. She was so innocent, and when she’d finally opened her eyes and looked at him for the first time, it wasn’t with disdain or hesitance or anything he’d ever seen on his parents faces before.
She’d been happy. Happy to see him.
And somehow, by some miracle, that didn’t change as she grew. Maybe that was because their parents showered her with all the love and attention they’d never given him, but she’d turned out so different than Quill had. So full of life and love- even towards a half-brother the rest of the family didn’t seem to want around. And for a while, things were good. They were almost nice- normal, even if he was still the odd man out.
But he should have known it was just the calm before the storm.
It wasn’t long before their father started back up on him again, and this time, Fiona was old enough to see it. To fear it. And all Quill could think back then was that it was going to ruin her like it’d ruined him. Even if she was never the direct recipient, there was no way that kind of toxic bullshit couldn’t take it’s toll.
So he’d done the only thing there was to do- he tucked her into bed one night, told her he loved her, and then he left forever.
Maybe he was more like his mom than he gave himself credit for. She’d basically done the same thing to him, pulling away and distancing herself in an attempt to protect him.
But now, Fiona was here. After all this time, she was in his clans camp.
The chimera paced restlessly outside of the medicine cats den, his clanmates wise enough to give him space as he tried to process whatever his body was trying to feel. His nerves were shot, sending random bursts of adrenaline through him that refused to let the tom settle, and he scowled a little deeper each time he realised his mismatched eyes were flickering back toward the camps entrance to watch it, anticipating a figure he knew wasn’t going to come through.
Why not, though? his thoughts challenged darkly Fiona’s here, he could be too.
He swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise in his throat at the anxiety curling in his stomach and creeping through his veins. Skyclan had been his escape, and the thought of that cat here, where his fucking mate lived-
The sound of soft pawsteps tore him mercifully from his thoughts, so he balled it all up and forced it down for now. He had to keep his shit together, use his fucking head. With the rogues so freshly encountered, Figfeather would have the borders locked down and wouldn’t be so quick to believe a random tom claiming to be Fionas father. There were also several warrior in camp, and even if the guy did show up, he wouldn’t be dumb enough to start shit here in front of everyone.
And, most importantly, if that tom ever did showed his face around here for any reason, Quillstrike didn’t have to worry, because he wasn’t lasting the night. Quill would find a way- would get him alone and would end him for good, like he should have all the way back then.
He would protect his clan, no matter what.
@FIONA
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