somewhere only mother can see [ liquor sibs ]

[CRIMSONVEIL]

Shes been slowly breaking and as put together as she thought she was, shes sure her siblings can tell there were cracks. She had spent her whole life trying to please father dearest, spent her whole life searching for approval where there'd be none and now he lay dead in the hellhole they used to call home. Shes not sure if the other rogues gave him a proper burial but if it were up to her she'd let that damn creature rot in the open, let the animals pick his eyes from his skull.

First to speak up, first to break, a cruel error in her judgment and a harsh laugh breaks the shared silence between the three. Her ears pin to her skull and she brings her paw to her mouth, biting on the nails nervously. "Hope it's not just a ploy to kill us in the end, this Windclan business." ever paranoid of her siblings safety she flicks her eyes between them. "You think moms rolling in her grave at fathers death? I'd hope so."

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[Umberfang]

Whiskey — We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
Gin was dead, and Sootstar killed him. It took him months to work up the courage that she had in only a few moments, and after claiming to rise from the dead. No this wasn't right, this isn't how it is suppose to go down at all. Whiskey was the one who was suppose to kill Gin, Whiskey was the one who was to serve justice to his mother, to his siblings. Paws of chocolate and cream kneaded at the ground below, on either side of him was his sisters; Redrum and Sangria. They sat in silence in the midst of their new home; Windclan. The other rogues had begun settling into the midst of clan life, but he couldn't feel the same sentiment.

His father was dead. No justice was to be served for Tonic, for Sangria, for Redrum- himself. Gins abuse would go undiscovered, his neglect would be lasting on them forever and they didn't even get to say good bye to the guy. Not that Whiskey would've done such a thing, but it would've given some sort of closure.

Then the silence was broken as Sangria started to laugh a bit, it was dry, and she puts a nail to her lips to chew on them nervously. The chocolate tortie cat gave a small shrug, "I ain't too worried about it, as soon as things go south we'll all be scramblin' for hole in the wall," He responded with an eyeroll and hunkered down with his paws under his chest. Whiskey didn't think this would work long, if at all.
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