Brother my brother -- private

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    She missed her brothers. She missed them greatly. She had no idea that Torn had died not been brought back. No idea of Acidpaw dying. No. In fact, she knew only that the last place she ha seen them was here. Within Radicalclan. So, she came here in hopes of finding them. Of seeing them again.


    The fifteen moon old warrior, worn and looking much older, stood shakily on the boarder. Heart pounding in her ears. This was the most nerve racking moment of her life. Sure, she was female. Yet she feared the power of Rothy.


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    He was a creature borne of nasty nature. He was branded a traitor, a sire to many and a faithful slave to his 'mother'. Chthonic II, Tony, Torn, Tornadoreaper, whatever name he may be, he was a feline of sarcasm and unfriendly nature. That is to all, but-


    This body was much like his very first original body with pelt blacker than a raven's and cold eyes like studded sapphires. He was still a scrawny cat with a scruffy look of a ruffian. He lived, but lived for nothing. He was mindless, waiting to forget, fighting through slow agony.


    The ex-scully boy, ex-son to Gunslinger, ex-ThunderClanner, ex-RiverClanner, ex- well, he was an ex of many. He never stayed. It was as if he was cursed. It was rather like he was forced to move and drift on, losing all he valued and-


    Chthonic II was just living a life like any other's.


    Then, once upon a time came a chance he never thought would come. The awfully familiar gleam of the brown Abyssinian female caught his glassy, lifeless blue eyes. It was the color that represented the bullshooter-eyed male. It was the color of his lost family.


    Traitor. He was a traitor. His sister was a traitor. But he did not mean it. He really had not. But he'd never gotten his intentions clear. Nor did he ever make an effort to clear it. Poor, poor Gunslinger. Gunslinger was, after all, just an average father by all standards. Besides, he'd been but a youngster when he'd just sired his first litter - the three Ts, Acidrain and....


    Gunshower.


    ...No.


    The cool breeze ruffled his fur into icy reality. His heart painfully thudded against the ribcages. He had no life in him. Funny to carry the blood of those who'd ruthlessly slaughtered his other two Ts.


    Give a twisted laugh. Mock others with all your might.


    Don't....
    "Who-"
    Speak! Speak! But oh, his voice would not come. And without a voice, there would be no words.


    //rushed
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    (c) DEADIE & LEVANTI

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    She let her eyes fall on him. Yes. She knew him, it had to be him. "Torn? It is me." The female spoke as she looked at him. Wondering why he seemed so distant. Did she need to save him? Take him away? Her paws brought her forward. The gray eyes soft and calm. She invited him to her side. Traitor. Her father had called him that. Her that. She had made right with her father. Yes.


    But she felt the need to make things okay for Torn. She was the family glue. She was the one that protects her brothers. She would take care I him now. Simply that. "You.. You don't seem yourself."


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    "I-"
    His face distorted, half smile, half grim - a perfect grimace, in fact.


    Tony, or Torn, 's expression was that of a dismayed clown. Torn. How long had it been since someone had called him by that name? Eleven moons since his re-birth?


    And who was she? A toying spirit? A mirage? Or his real, live sister? Could he allow such tattered hope to grasp him again? Autumn breeze rustled her glistening brown fur tuft by tuft. The scent of kin that filled his nostrils were so real and it just made him so... alive. He felt his life coloring once more as he stared back at the two identical yellow optics.


    To his despair.
    To be colored and livened, only to fade and die again.


    And oh, who could live through such a tragedy? All did. His story was nothing special.


    "I'm not- This isn't my real body. It's a new one. I-I died, Gun-Gunshower. Again."
    Gun. Their father. The dull pain was reawakening. Could he really face it though? After staying dormant all this time? Was it worth it? Why was he even alive and living through a grayed life?


    As far as he knew, Gunshower and he never had had a proper conversation. It was always the three Ts with Acidpaw and Gunpaw in the other. Oh, Acidpaw. What a fate this was to yet again be intertwined to his current mother again. Oh, twice if you counted Bulletpaw. StarClan must feel entertained.


    StarClan. Did he still cling to that belief? His trust in all was but ripped and yellowed like cobwebs.
    "Y- I thought you were dead. I couldn't get any news of you from WindClan."
    He swallowed.


    How strange. He was having a conversation with a family member.
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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    His words slow. He seemed nervous, uneasy, and deeply upset. His face was half smile for a second. Then a grimace took its place within seconds.


    Part of her wanted to laugh, tease him like old times. Part of her wanted to take him away from his hurt and heal it all. It clicked with her then. He was not known by that name anymore. He seemed surprised by her use of his name. His true name. He looked good, besides the fact he was upset. She was happy for that.


    Then again, she had been missing for a while. Hiding really. Many had thought her dead. Including her only friend Icepaw. Slowly, she sat before him. Her heart racing in her chest. He was real. She was real.


    She just watched him. Waiting for his response. As the breeze ruffled her longer fur. Her adaptation to the colder weather of Windclan. His eye, ice so lifeless, changed. As if her being their did something. He was alive. Once more she had brought life to someone. Her beautiful gray eyes bright with hope. She hoped he wouldn't reject her over their past.


    He was becoming her brother again. Living and breathing beside her. Little did he know, she didn't plan on letting him be dead again. No matter what it took.


    Oh, she would be here for him as she always should have. Forever. She silently vowed this. Deep inside she was nervous. What if he hated her? She shifted slightly.


    "You died.. But.. How? Curse my luck! I should have been there! I should have saved you!" She was in shock. It was clear on her face. She had failed to be there for him. To be a good sister. Her heart lurched and the green glowing ruddy brown female lowered her head. Placing a paw forward to let a rose grow between them. The white flower on the tiny shrub. A way of saying sorry.


    Her inactivity had cost her. Cost her greatly. It wouldn't so so again. She refused to do it. She refused to fail. She would fix it all.


    Back when she was young. Those days long ago. She had been all about Acidpaw. Then again, he needed her more then. Acidpaw. She wondered about him. She was not here to worry with him. No. She was her for Torn. For her brother.She wondered how Starclan could let this happen. Or why.


    Gun, herself, didn't believe in them anymore. Why should she? Her family destroyed, mate and kits dead, and her last child stolen. They did nothing for her. Her gray eyes looked back up to him. As she smiled a faint smile.


    "Dead? No. I vanished for my own reasons. I am sorry for that." She admits with a sigh. How could she tell him that her mate cheated and left her high and dry? Or that he did and her kits with him? Or that her young kit was taken by a fox? That she left to clear her mind of her loss.


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    Dark secrets both lay coiled in their hearts - a brother and sister, refusing to tell each other of their shameful past of agony.


    He lifted his raven-furred head again, smiling but not quite genuine. A smile. It felt strange to do so without a cynical, cold expression plastered to his sneering face. Sneering, jeering, mocking..that had been all he'd lived on since now. What a useless life. But he didn't want to continue on and forge a new path.


    He was tired and weary of life. He was not his father. He was not Gunslinger. He did not have any of his eager, tireless zeal.
    "I let myself die."
    An old memory surfaced, its ripples making his blue eyes clearer and less cloudy. It was not good memory, no. Their mother had caught greencough by the borders of SnowClan and passed away. He, too, have died and curdled of the sickness inside him before being revived as a blue ragdoll once more.


    Died to be resurrected.


    It brought a steely chill to his heart.
    What if he could never die? To die physically only to wander aimlessly as a ghostly spirit before being absorbed as another's life or worse, be tangled into a spiritual business? Torn did not fear death, oh, not at all. But pain..nobody liked pain.


    "But that is no matter."
    Silence.


    "I'll try to keep in touch," he promised.
    Promise? Had he even made a promise before? No, not in his entire life.
    "I heard Acidrain was back in RiverClan...but I'm not so sure."


    //what if shower and torn re-visited riverclan again? owo


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    (c) DEADIE & LEVANTI

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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    Gun knew they were both holding back. Hiding a dark and twisted past. One they didn't want the other to share. One that hurt to much to talk about. Pain. Something they both hated.


    Torn's smile made her jump a bit. The last time he had smiled like that was when he had joined Cryptclan with her. Oh, but this was not as real as it had been. His eyes told her that.


    A smile crossed her maw. A broken thing for her. She didn't have that fire she used to. It was burning out after her mate left. But Writtenpaw could bring that back. Maybe.


    Her mind felt shattered at the thought of it. What I he left her? They all did and she feared it. Her gray eyes seemed foggy now.


    Part of her wanted to go back to being a kit. To have the second and third chances that he had. Yet she was afraid to start new and screw up again.


    What if she screwed up again? Or failed to remember her life. She could be stuck in a never ending evil loop.


    "But why?" She mew suddenly shocked. Eyes clear again.


    "I love to find out if he is. An I'd love to see you you again."


    //she is actually going to get mauled and left for dead in Riverclan if you want to show up when the thread becomes open :)


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    //AAAGH YOU JUST HAD TO DO THAT
    it should be like Torn waited for Shower but she didn't come
    so went alone to RiverClan AND- DUN DUN DUN! WAAAAH


    There was no need to spill out the pain. Let the past stay the past, never to be revealed again. He was not a victor nor strong fighter like his father. Everything, somehow, came back to Gunslinger and such(Bulletpaw) again. How odd. Hadn't it been seasons since he- they'd been disowned?


    "Too weary, I guess. I haven't changed in the least bit till then, but yeah, we all heal."
    He gave a smile that much resembled his current mother's - genuine, yet a shard of discomfort, or perhaps unforgettable pain in it.


    "But you seem well enough, Gunshower. We should..we should see what's happening in RiverClan sometimes."




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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    "Well enough.. I wish.. My mate is suspected to be dead. My kids abandoned me. My young daughter went missing. My life is in shambles. Not much could get worse," she mews and sighs. Then, it dawned on her. He wanted to go to Riverclan. She new a tiny bit of what was going on. "Well, that sounds lovely. We have to be wary of Shadestar though." She warns softly.


    //I'm going to make the tread for it cause I'm a tad tired of waiting for his response. So I'll make the thread where she is found and link you to it. I'll let him know to make the attack thread retro and private :)


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    //sadness, oh, are you sick as well? everybody seems to be sick these days ;-;


    "I-I'm sorry to hear that... I'm such a hypocrite. I've always complained and pulled a tantrum about how Gunslinger is the most terrible father, but- but I'm more terrible at it...being a family member. Your..."
    What else was there to say? Nothing he'd say would change anything. It was a painfully cruel fact.
    "I wouldn't worry about her."
    His blue gaze glassily gazed at the clear sky. If only life was as beautiful.
    "Let us...see our father again."



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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    "Let's," she replies softly.


    ((You should make the thread where he visits and she can limp up all injured and junk. And he can freak out lol


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    Mocked by man to depths of shame
    Little girl with life ahead.


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    //yeah and no she doesn't die. She just really beat up lol


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