private PERFUME OF INIQUITY ♱ [ salamandersnap ]

[SHARPSHADOW]

She finds herself with Salamandersnap, of all cats, the two of them deigned to root about around Carrionplace, given the state of the world... That being: cold. A certain cruelty that Sharpshadow would expect about a moon away from today. Surely, the mice and the birds were panicking the same way they were. If only that meant coming out in droves to find food in the same way, rather than holing themselves up... Sharpshadow hated this place. She always would. But she would be a fool to leave prey at her paws.

Smogstar had loved it here. That had been a point of contention. Time and time again, he would bring home... weird... garbage, either to eat, or simply to look at... And time and time again, Sharpshadow— Sharppaw would wrinkle her nose. For the sake of survival, she'd understand... But Smogstar had seemed to revel in it in a way that she never understood. And now- she wasn't sure she ever would. Smogstar left before she'd had the chance.

Left; left. It'd feel less like trampling over his corpse if she just said he was gone, but as Forestshade's steps fade over the horizon, she begins to let herself even consider it.

Salamandersnap would be real happy about this, wouldn't she?

He finds the molly at the corner of his vision, his gaze... scrunched. He's compelled to say something to her all of a sudden, despite how much he couldn't stand her. " ...Salamandersnap. " It was funny that somehow, how loyal Salamandersnap tried to make her only made Sharpshadow more sure of her eventual disappearance. One day she would be gone just like the rest of them, wouldn't she? " Can you imagine a future where you'd ever leave ShadowClan? "

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Why does everyone keep asking me that?! Hurt flashed briefly in her eyes with Sharpshadow's question before quickly being replaced by her typical bitter annoyance. "Of course not. I have no intention of leaving Shadowclan until I'm dead." Narrowed eyes glance out of the corners at the other, wondering what could have brought this on. Had she not proven her loyalty enough over the years? How could she possibly find herself at the end of the stick on this one? First Scalejaw, and now Sharpshadow? This couldn't be a coincidence.

Leaping over a thick black bump within carrionplace, nose wrinkling briefly at the smell, she turns to Sharpshadow, hesitating for a moment as she battled within herself. Did she be vulnerable with him? Or did she keep herself steeled away from her, just like she did with everyone else? "Why does everyone assume I'll tuck tail and leave?" Her tone holds a rare sense of vulnerability to it, an almost fearful question of whatever Sharpshadow may say.

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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ salamandersnap. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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  ☽ㅤ25 moons old | ages every 00/19/00
  ☽ㅤwarrior | mentoring stonepaw
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  ☽ㅤnpc xx npc | close with none
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[SHARPSHADOW]

The answer is about what she expected. Why would someone as almost annoyingly loyal as Salamandersnap say anything else? ( And for a moment, she wonders if she was the same way to anyone else: annoyingly loyal. ) That's the thing though, she's just saying it. Sharpshadow feels like words matter less and less lately. If she keeps believing what they tell her, did that make her the fool?

And now she's taking it personal— Annoyance gives a little more meaning to the uneven fur along her spine. Nevermind that he would be pissed off if he were asked this question himself. Salamandersnap's full-bodied turn toward him goads him into glancing her way. A grey gaze narrows. " S'nothing personal, " he mutters to her. " It's the ones I expected the least that keep leaving, is all. " Smogstar and Forestshade— they had been ShadowClan, down to the attitudes that made Sharpshadow want to tear out chunks of her fur. Was she bound to reassess what made a cat ShadowClan? Maybe hating this place that you called home, subconsciously if nothing else, was a part of the job description. " Consider it a compliment if you want, " muttered without enthusiasm.

Pain in her side that she was, it's not like Sharpshadow didn't... care about her feelings. He'd rather not care. He really, really would, but he couldn't afford not to. In a hellscape where he felt so powerless in preventing... anything. Anything at all, the best thing he can do is care. That's why he keeps talking, he guesses... " I keep wondering what they would've told me if I had asked that before they left. " He sounds exhausted, like he's been a warrior for far longer than he actually has been. " Like... I never saw it coming, y'know? " Dark shoulders sag. " But maybe if I had just asked... Hadn't... Hadn't assumed, they would've told me plainly. I dunno. "​