you can't make me disappear, till I make you -- haskill's visit

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    It had been some time since the tuxedo had stepped foot in the city, the slushy snow lining salted streets. His murky white paws pressed upon the gritty cold of the exposed concrete, a car rumbling past upon the blackened street. Haskill scanned the structure of the abandoned hotel, windows boarded and shattered. Once, it had been BloodClan's home, but now, it was dusty and abandoned. It had taken the middle aged tom some time to hear the rumors about the blood house, so with a flick of his cotton colored tail tip, he continued down the street, deeper into the city, swallowed up by the shadows of the evening light.


    He had no plans to stay. He merely wanted to visit. Was Sheogorath still leader of BloodClan? He had been when Haskill had last left, hadn't he? Oh, but Haskill's memory faltered at some points, ever since that brick had fallen from that rooftops to smash into his skull. There were gaps in his mind, and he figured they'd never be filled. It agitated him to no end, to have forgotten parts of his life, to draw blank spots within his thoughts, but it couldn't be helped, so he had learned to live with it.


    After about an hour of wandering through the cold and bitter atmosphere, the tuxedo had arrived. The blood house towered above his muscular figure as reinforced claws curled into a patch of half melted snow. This had to be it. BloodClan's home. Haskill thought it looked a bit run-down, but with a bored twitch of his whiskers, he padded into the yard, the scent of his rogue wanderings filtering into the air, the frigid breeze carrying it toward the BloodClan camp. Haskill didn't dare enter. Instead, he waited in the front yard to be noticed, his piercing vision betraying nothing but a stony coldness.


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    It was cold, sure, and many would think small kits would've been barred inside. Not Jinx, between her inferior size making play hard and her curiousity, she had been slowly clambering around their broken house to the likely dismay of her mother. The kit wasn't scared though, not yet, she was supposed to be mighty. Yeah! She was just might in a very tiny package.


    Only three moons, she hadn't ventured far outside and not on her own. No, such endevors would usually mean a free meal for some creature that might mistake her for a fluffy rat. Yet as her emerald eyes peered around the corner, the tuxedo male standing quietly peaked her curiousity and shifted her attention from exploring to him. Why was he just standing?


    "M-mister, you're gonna g-g-get a cold-d out here." Weak mewls escaped her, the kitten crouched and hugging the ground as she approached slowly. Maybe her intrusion would bring him in, at least that was the outcome the kit hoped for.

    The first cat to approach him was hardly a cat at all, but a kitten, less than five moons, by the look of it. Haskill huffed with annoyance.


    "Oh goodie, greeted by a kit. How BloodClan has risen." The tuxedo spoke with bland boredom. "I assure you, I'm quite fine waiting where I am. I'm here to speak with Sheogorath. Surely you've seen him. Big tom, stripes?" Haskill detailed with a curl of his tail.


    IC;moving from the shadows, the young molly stepped to jinx's side. "sheogorath is dead." she meowed coldly, feeling a pang of sorrow. what business did this tom have with her father? perhaps he was a former bloodclanner, or one of the forestcats that he'd conversed with occasionally. "who are you?" she asked, tilting her head to look up into the gaze of the larger tom.

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    And who was this? You saunter forth from the darkness, fur brushing Art’s as you stalk forward. Her voice cold, telling the stranger that the one he seeks is dead.

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    Sheogorath was dead. It was hard to believe. He had always been so strong, so powerful. A true king, in his eyes. But Haskill didn't have the same reaction he had had the first time Sheogorath had died. He didn't feel sorrow. He didn't feel guilt.


    "Again? How unfortunate. No doubt he has been reincarnated again somewhere. He'd might as well make a habit of doing that. It seems the tom can't stay dead for long." Haskill drawled in a bland tone, his tail tip swishing through the frigid air behind him. Burning eyes found Skullcap, but Haskill said nothing. "I am Haskill." He introduced himself.


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    She squeaked at his huff, fur fluffing out so she resembled a dark cotton ball of sorts. Then others of her clan arrived, the kit maneuvered so as to peer from behind them. This tom wasn't too scary, but he was large. He looked for She-.. She-gore-th? Rencarnaked? What was he going on about? Confused and felling bold, she attempt to mimic his huff of annoyance only to sound like a small sneeze.

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    Dog's tail flicked as she walked past the tom with a squirrel in her jaws. The she-cat had recently went hunting in the forest only to come back to this-another stranger near the bloodhouse. The large she-cat dropped her squirrel near Jinx, she didn't know if she should send the kit off or not. Her amber eyes returned to the tom, her tail lashed once. "What? Reincarnated? That's mouse-brained" The molly let out a growl, her fur bristling. She didn't care what his name was at the moment-what did he mean reincarnated?

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    ― The sand colored tom would slink onto the scene with as much grace as a three-legged cat could sum up. Leaf green eyes would focus onto Haskill, just late to hearing his words but with context clues it wasn't difficult to figure out what was going on. Glancing down at Jinx the guard would carefully attempt to shove her behind him. Slowhand didn't know who this Haskill figure was but he could be a threat. "I'm sorry that Mr. Sheogorath wasn't here to greet you. But if that was all you needed then I'll escort you to the border if your business is complete here." He would offer with an apologetic smile. Or as apologetic as he could make it seem to a stranger. Tilting his head he would angle it towards Dog who had tossed out an insult. "Dog, please, he's a visitor and has no bad intentions." The guard would warn her. He only hoped he was in the right by doing this and that he was correct in Haskill having no bad intentions. In truth, Slowhand wouldn't doubt that Sheogorath had been reincarnated. The former deputy always seemed to have odd connections with beings of higher power. And to say it had unnerved the tom was an understatement.

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    His boiling gaze pierced the kitten for but a moment before Dog approached with biting words.


    "Oh, didn't you know? The Sheogorath you knew was the reincarnation of a former Sheogorath that died in a SkyClan raid. I have little doubt he would be reincarnated again. He's a stubborn tom." Haskill responded flatly, his expression one of idle boredom. Then, his flickering gaze shifted to Slowhand.


    "Wait." Came his simple demand. "I've heard of a cat named Severa here. That's my daughter. I wish to speak with her, if the rumors are true." Haskill hadn't seen his kits since they were little. Perhaps Severa was the only surviving one. He couldn't be certain.


    Severa


    Luna had tracked down her kit, worry dusting the queens features when she heard her adopted daughter's name upon a stranger's tongue claiming her as his own. She walked forward, eyes suspicious. "I am her adopted mother. Business with her is business with me. My name is Luna, I'm a guard to Caledon, current leader of Bloodclan, and, as a precaution, I'd like to know exactly what you wish to do with my adopted daughter?" Her voice was as suspicious as her gorgeous eyes looked the tuxedo up and down. This was the father that had abandoned Severa and left the small girl with her mother until her mother had died in an unfortunate way. Luna had many choice words but for now, she'd keep professional.

    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.




    “Sorry, if what rumors are true?”


    Severa had arrived, a yawn on her lips as she padded down the steps of the blood house. She appeared unconcerned, relaxed even – the dilute torbie shaking the last semblance of drowsy sleep from her pelt. “I missed that first bit,” she went on, somewhat confused as she glanced around at the ensemble gathered. She surveyed the tuxedo tom for a long moment, but though she felt the strike of recognition against her memory she kept her mouth shut.


    She wasn’t going to embarrass herself again.


    “I’m Severa, a guard of Bloodclan here.”





    Firm eyes of blistering gold fell upon Luna, unafraid, and unimpressed. They were dull, twin gems that sparked with little interest.


    "Caledon is leader? Never heard of him. I doubt he's anything like Sheogorath was." Haskill spoke flatly. With that in mind, he held little respect for the new leader of BloodClan. How could he? They had never met. "I wish merely to speak with your...adopted daughter." The words tasted sour on his tongue, so his voice was hardly friendly. If anything, it was challenging.


    Then...there she was. Standing before him. He barely recognized her grown form. Haskill's whiskers twitched.


    "A guard? How good for you." Haskill spoke in a pleased voice. "I am your father. Don't you recognize me?"


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    The soft thud of a squirrel beside her shouldn't have been an issue, but it was. She squeaked again, jumping to the side before batting at it. Upon further inspection and the realization of what it was sent Jinx into her mind, ears pinned back and a sullen look fell upon her features. She wanted her momma, she looked like a fool.


    Then a paw scooped her, gently sheltering her behind a sandy colored tom. He carried a vague scent of Luna, and as she was immensely grateful to be out of view. She glanced back at the squirrel, contemplating trying to drag that back to the bloodhouse but ultimately felt too scared and foolish to speak again. Instead she pressed close to Slowhand's remaining hind-leg and watched quietly as the strange male babbled more nonsense (though only nonsense to her).


    Upon the arrival of her mother though, the kitten darted to her. Momma Luna was here and that's all Jinx needed to know, remaining behind her and pressing close to her as Jinx had with Slowhand. If she had a cat equivalent of popcorn, one can be assured the kit would be treating this scene like a twoleg at the movies. Probably a horror movie though..

    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.




    She hadn’t even noticed Luna as the silver molly had somehow reached the spot first. But as she listened to the thrum and rhythm of the tom’s voice, it struck a chord in her heart as if she had heard this tune before, and she found herself pulled forward until she stood in front of him—not hearing the meaning of his words as he addressed Luna.


    His voice changed the moment she had spoken. Now this one, this one washed over her and she was rushing to close the distance before she had heard the final lingering echoes of his tone in the air. She buried her face in his fur, inhaling a scent she had forgotten long ago.


    “I kept my expectations low,” she purred, lifting her head back, to stare up at him with her eyes like liquid metal—memorizing the features of his face, so that next time—next time she would know. “Now I remember your face.”






    A crowd drew the deputy's attention and Ruth pushed her way through the assembled BloodClanner's, coming to pause beside Luna and Severa. Narrowed copper eyes focused on the newcomer, a former Clanmate she did not recognize. Then again, the tortoiseshell had only been a part of the Clan for two moons. "What's the meaning of this?" Ruth asked, bobbed tail flicking back and forth as she stared between the guards and the stranger. Finally, her dark eyes found their focus on Haskill. A long moment passed before she spoke again. "If your business with Severa here is to simply patronize her, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she stated firmly, a growl backing her words.


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    She buried herself in his short, black and white fur, and he felt a purr rumble within his cavernous chest. It was nice, to see a part of his family again, even if she was apart of a clan that apparently disliked his very presence. He supposed he deserved it. Haskill was hardly a respectful tom.


    "It is good to see you again." Haskill spoke quietly, smoothly, his whiskers twitching with satisfaction. Then, there was Ruth. Haskill lifted his eyes from Severa to gaze upon the guard with blistering optics that hardened with glacial cold.


    "In what way have I patronized her?" The tuxedo inquired seriously. No, he had done no such thing. But he certainly was capable of it. "I will leave. Soon." Haskill responded firmly. He was only visiting, after all.


    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.




    Patronizing her?


    What the flea-bitten-winter was Ruth going on about? Severa flipped around, her gaze scorching as it landed on the Deputy. She took a brief moment to acknowledge Ruth only wanted to protect her, but they were only a couple moons apart and the guard was perfectly capable of handling this herself.


    “If anyone is going to send my father away,” Severa hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s going to be me, Ruth.” She took a moment to gaze around the ensemble of nosey sewer rats before lifting her head the surrounding cats. “If you’re all going to spectate my long awaited reunion with my father, you will either hold the patronizing,” she said, her eyes flashing at Ruth before continuing around the group, “remarks, or I will rip out your tongue.”


    Her tone remained level, never rising an inch as she spoke.






    Luna looked at her adopted daughter and kept her mouth shut but when she snapped at them, Luna flicked an ear.


    "Severa. You can't blame us for looking for you, we don't know who he is and up until know, we had no real idea why he was here," She meowed calmly, worry flicking across her features. She didn't want to upset her daughter but she also didn't want to lose her. She felt scared, not wanting to lose anyone in her family.

    She brushed off the stranger's words with nothing more than an eye roll and opted for silence to let the two speak until Severa decided to speak up. Instantly, the fur on the back of her neck stood up and Ruth bared her teeth at her Clanmate. "Make threats to me or anyone else in this Clan again and I'll send you off with your father," she hissed. She might have been young, but she was deputy now and that meant she deserved some form of respect. Glancing at Luna for a moment, the tortoiseshell nodded before regarding Severa again. "Luna is right. We were just looking out for you, but I'll keep it in mind next time to allow whoever comes sniffing around for you to spread your entrails on our soil for all to see."


    ( agh rip me for reading things wrong. oh well, i'll go with it lmao )


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