JEALOUSY // intro

[RAVENDUSK]

Jealousy was a pitiful emotion to feel or so she had always been told. It was shameful to feel envious or jealous of another cat and thier achievements in life especially when it come to thier own blood. Pitiful was exactly what Blossom was as she stared at the back of her sister when following them back to camp and this very emotion was burning inside the young she-cats eyes as she watched them stand in the spotlight being all famed over by the rest of the hunting party. Cherry, her sister had always been popular, always getting all of the attention. First from thier parents and now from the group they where living in. Meanwhile thier sister had cast a large shadow over the other one who never got noticed at all. Blossom was the one who had taken the short straw here doomned to forever live in thier sisters shadow despite them being like a identical mirror of the other.

The two where twins and looked exactly the same. There was nothing that told them apart apperance like. They even smelt the same making it impossible for thier parents to tell them apart. How many times had thier own parents mixed them up?. If it wheren't for thier complete opposite personalities no one had been able to tell them apart. Cherry was the brightful one, always friendly and impossible to not like while Blossom was...gloomy, sharp-tongued and unpleasant to be around. No one liked Blossom only Cherry.

It had felt like an extremely unecessery long walk back to camp and the moment they arrived everyone was surrending Cherry to compliment her on the kill. It was a squirrel she had captured not the most easiest to catch especially for thier young age. Meanwhile Blossom was stuck with a small mouse hanging from thier mouth but no one noticed, no one saw. Even thier own parents had famed themself around thier favorite child. It had always been like that. Not only was Cherry more liked but she was also better at everything. Hunting,climping,fighting and apperantly making friends. Watching the whole thing befold itself right in front of her very eyes only made her jealousy worsen.

Blossom bite deep into the mouse before finally tearing her gaze away to go and sulk in the background. Since the shadows was her only friend Blossom had seated herself down under one of the trees to hide in the shades. Spatting the mouse down at the front of her own paws Blossom sat there glaring at the back of her sister with daggers.

It hadn't always been like this between them. Once the two of them had been close, unseparated even. Of course it had always been obivious which one of them thier parents liked the best but back then Blossom hadn't felt too bothered by it because she had Cherry who always had been by her side. They had made a promise to always have each other and nothing would ever tear them apart. That was before they had joined this group. Everything had changed between them since then. Cherry had become to sucked into the attention of the other cats that she had all forgotten about her twin, and now the eight month old sister had grown to despise them for it. For forgetting about them, for...

breaking thier promise.
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[SCARLET]

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╰☆☆ She was no stranger to jealousy, though she's only ever been on the receiving end. Her own sisters had despised her for being the beautiful one, perfect dollface with blue eyes who could do as she pleased, go where she liked. They themselves were saddled with kits before they could do anything interesting or exciting; their own mates had been nobodies, filthy rogues her father had made territory agreements with.

Scarlet had found it hilarious, and truth be told, she never thinks of those unfortunate sisters now unless it's to mock them in her head. She imagines they've run off the useless toms they'd allowed to father their children, pictures them as being swarmed by kittens and dreaming of Scarlet's life.

It's not exactly glamorous, sure. But she has options. She can make her own choices, be her own she-cat. She doesn't need some filthy rogue to give her territory or attention. She can have what she wants, when she wants.

And if she can't, she'll find a way to get it.

She doesn't understand the praise the others are lavishing upon Cherry. What eight moon old kit deserves to be lauded for catching prey? She sniffs to herself, disinterested until blue eyes sharpen, focus on the curly-furred femme in the shadows. The younger cat is looking at her littermate with envy greener than their pine trees.

Scarlet smiles, then pads close to Blossom. There's a partially eaten mouse between her paws, mostly untouched. Blossom's paltry catch, Scarlet figures.

"You're Cherry's sister, aren't you?" There's a touch of innocence to her question. Any idiot could see they were; they were identical, though Cherry carried herself confidently and Blossom sulked in the dark. "You must be so proud of her. She's such a good huntress." Scarlet stares at the young femme to gauge her reaction.​

—PENNED BY MARQUETTE.​

 

[HAKU]

No praise left Haku's maw- not because he wished not to give it, but because he felt no one would want to hear what he had to say. Besides, it was only a squirrel- and yes, it was impressive that Cherry was a good huntress, he was not her father and had no reason to laud her.

Between Cherry and Blossom blue eyes flicker, widening a smidgen at the dichotomy. It was almost comical for twins to be so different in demeanour when their pelts were the same, and for a moment an inexplicable flicker of humour found its place upon his maw. Gone as soon as it appeared, Haku directed his attention to Blossom, shrouded in sulk and shadow. He wished not to bother her, yet felt as if he should do something- what exactly, he did not know. The domino tom had never had siblings- or if he did, he could not remember them. His earliest memories were cramped and caged, dark and without company, with distant baying echoing through corridors. He found this situation far from relatable.

Still, perhaps he should bring her food or something- might that brighten her mood? Grabbing a bird from their measly pile, he sidled over, stopping just behind Scarlet and seeing the mouse that Blossom already had possession of. "Oh," was all he could offer through a mouthful of feathers.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[yarrow.]

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  ── ( ᴛᴀɢs. )  Yarrow's childhood is long-forgotten. She gave it away to the dirt, every step that she had walked away from her origin. It was not something that she could dwell upon, for the sake of herself. Yet there are moments...moments just like these, where bitter reminders reanimate. Filthy with the earth of their burial grounds, tasting of emotions long-lost. When she looks upon Blossom, she sees much of who she had once been. She too had been sharp-tongued and reticent. Many times, she is still this. But at least she has grown more tolerant in her age. A gentler edge to her machinations, like a human might prune a plant to cultivate its growth.
  
  She is not the only one with machinations, it would seem. Yarrow looks at Scarlet with faint interest of her own, though it is flat and hides a growing disdain. Her prodding was subtle, and that could be admired, yet she finds something sympathetic in this child. Testing her reactions was hardly the correct course of action in the moment. "She has no need to be proud of her for this catch," Yarrow murmurs with sharpness. "What fills one's stomach is not the sole indicator of success." She looks more directly at Blossom. "You have filled your own today. This is as important as her squirrel."
  
  Haku comes bearing a bird, all tact and cheer as usual, of course– she finds herself rather amused with his uncertainty as to whatever came next. "Perhaps we should eat together," she suggests. "If you are not already so full from your fishing, that is." Olive eyes flicker to Scarlet.​
  
  

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• ──── yarrow, eventually yarrowtongue.  cis female,  she - her pronouns.
  ──── approximately five years old,  though age unknown. ages the first.
  ──── sexuality unknown, presumed to be wholly disinterested in others.
  ──── lilac silver ticked tabby with curly fur  and deep,  muted olive eyes.​
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