IT'S UNFAIR (private, Wisteria)

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    It was unfair. So unfair.


    Why did Snowbloom have to die? She didn't deserve this! She had left SkyClan camp, angry and confused. Everything in SkyClan reminded her of her mother. She just wanted to run away and forget. Forget the places where she had played with her siblings while Snowbloom supervised them, forget the haunting image of her mother's bloodied white corpse and forget... everything.


    And so the large tabby kitten wove through the trees, powerful hind legs propelling her forward as she ran, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I miss you, Ma..." she whispered before succumbing to strangled sobs, running faster, claws unsheathed.


    The acrid stench of Twolegplace grew stronger, but she couldn't stop running, feeling the anger surge through her veins. She so desperately wanted to slash Snowbloom's killer's throat, just as he had done to her.


    She skidded to a halt as her paws hit hard, stinky gray path. She glanced over her shoulder, suddenly feeling vulnerable. She had gone way too far this time.


    And she had gone right into the home of her mother's killer.
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    [hr][justify][size=8]Unlike clan cats, there was no law that said BloodClanners had to stay in camp. Thus, it wasn't surprising to see a small gray tabby slinking through the alleys, viridian gaze alert. His dainty white paws barely made a sound against the cold stone underfoot. Rats scavenged through trash, paying no mind to the easy target that came through their path. He was completely comfortable in this enigmatic, chilling environment. Most wouldn't be, but being raised by anti-clan cats, Wisteria was more than alright with these unruly things.


    As he made his way to the end of the alley, the kit caught sight of another tiny shape. Going to investigate, he quickly identified a brown tabby she-kit, someone who he would be able to take on easily. Scoffing lightly, Wisteria continued forth until he was before her, then sat down, tail curling over his paws. "Filthy trespasser. Leave," was all he growled, despising the use of his own voice.

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    Briarkit was startled at the sound of a voice, a young male voice belonging to a grey tom-kit who reeked of BloodClan. She glared coldly at him, every instinct screaming to attack him and get revenge. But what damage could she do? "Someone in your little band of rogues you call BloodClan has murdered my ma," she spat, fur fluffing up in an attempt to look bigger. "Who did it?" she hissed, taking a step forward. "Which mangy fleabag, crowfood-eating, piece of fox dung killed her?" Back in SkyClan, she would've received a cuff around the ear for such words. But here in BloodClan, they didn't seem to care.
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    [hr][justify][size=8]Remaining stock-still and calm-expressioned, even in the face of the hissing she-kit, Wisteria allowed his tail to flick against his paws, the only sign of irritability. Her insults bounced off him like they were nothing, having heard all those and more coming from his own Clanmates. They were frequently used in playful banter, as to prevent influence from pro-clan wannabes like this tabby before him. Sighing lightly at her insistence, Wisteria grumbled, "Don't know. Don't care." As usual, his tone was low and quiet with lack of use. He despised the feeling of talking, so he tended to avoid it when he could. However, it would be obvious to Briarkit that despite his attitude, he really didn't know. After all, he was even younger than she, so it was likely before his time that Snowbloom had been killed.

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    Briarkit flattened her ears, feeling her body tremble with anger. Then she burst into gross sobbing. "My ma was a kind, amazing, beautiful cat! She did not deserve to die! Why does StarClan hate me? Oh, ma! I just want her back!" She paused to take a breath. "IT'S NOT FAIR! She can't be dead! I-I miss her! I miss her warm body, her soft touch, her soothing mew! I can't believe some idiot had the guts to murder such a kind, loving cat! She had so much life ahead of her! Snowbloom shouldn't be dead right now!" She paused again to take a deep breath. "I WANT MA BACCKKKKKKK! She can't be gone!" Then the kitten fell into a trembling heap of tangled brown fur, damp with tears.
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    [hr][justify][size=8]Oh. Oh, jeez, what was happening?


    Green irises widening, the blue tabby took a step back as though he could catch whatever was falling out of Briarkit's face. Why were her cheeks wet? Was that normal? His ears flattened against the back of his head as her screeching began, barely able to comprehend a word of it. StarClan? Snowbloom? What exactly was this SkyClanner going on about? Entirely appalled by the situation, Wisteria muttered, "Uh...?" It was mostly to himself, though Briarkit would likely hear. Frankly, he had never been witness to anything like this before and wasn't entirely sure what to do. So, instead of comforting her, like he didn't know was perceived as "normal," the kit stated blandly, "Water's coming out of your eyes."

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    Briarkit paused, swallowing down sobs and sniffling. "Tears. Those are tears." She tilted her head, perplexed. Did this kitten not know what tears were? "Tears fall out when you are sad." Her breathing was still shaky as she rose to her paws. "Long story short, I found my ma dead in the forest." She heaved a massive sigh.
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