If I Die Young Bury Me In Satin [Open; Intro]

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    Creamcandle held a small scrawny mouse in her mouth as she looked around camp. Her pale blue eyes flickered catching a glimpse of her half sister, Tortoiseshell. The younger warrior perked her tail up wanting to go and sit with her. But, after a moment of hesitation, the meeker female chickened out of asking. Her sister was much louder and easier to upset. She didn't want to upset her sister. Creamcandle loved her sister too much for that. So instead she curled up by herself on the far side of camp. She rested the vole in her paws and her ears flattening softly. The pale calico sighed to herself.


    It wasn't her fault, right? It wasn't her fault they shared a father. But for some reason the softer female felt it was. She knew her sister felt so much pain from their father. They were scars Cream desperately wanted to help heal. She respected her sister so much. Tort could stand up for herself. Cream knew full well she could never be so brave. She wanted her sister to be happy. But she guessed she wasn't what Tort needed.

    The chocolate calico took another small glance around camp. She hoped someone would come up and sit with her...she was too timid to ask first. Her pale blue eyes returned to her mouse. With another small sigh, the light colored she-cat dug into her meal.

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ luckily for her, Sprucerain wasn’t one to want someone to sit alone. The She-cat has stood there, obviously in a heated debate between decisions, before she finally sat down by herself. The albino was quick to scoot over to her to sit near her. Beautiful day, innit? He asked, red tinged eyes gazing at the clouds. 


    "Speech."



    The calico jerked her head up as Sprucerain spoke. Her pale peachy ears flickering toward the white cat. Her blue eyes followed his eyes upward to the fluffy clouds in the sky. It was a nice day.


    "...Um...Y-yes...Yes it is" she murmured her voice soft and gentle compared to her sister's. Tort was the Lion and she was the lamb. Two completely different cats. Both sired from the same abusive tom. A tom neither were sorry was gone. The soft calico blinked her eyes turning them to the white cat beside her "U...Um... How are you today?" she asked trying to be friendly.

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ Sprucerain allowed a small smile to cross his features. Something troubling you? The tom asked gently, swinging his crimson gaze to her .  


    "Speech."



    Creamcandle was caught completely off guard by the question. Her face heated up as her blue eyes darted away. The nervous and meek molly swallowed a little before she replied.


    "N-Not really..." she murmured her gaze slowly turning back to Sprucerain "At least nothing that isn't normal...My sister is...rather easy to upset so...I decided not to bother her..." She knew her sister wasn't exactly a fan of her. Who would be a fan of the cat that was supposed to replace you. Cream smiled a little at the white cat.


    "It's nothing"

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Amberkit had been curled in the nursery, wasting the hours away with midday naps and short bursts of activity. She had her mossball clutched in her claws, aimlessly kneading and pulling at the nesting material before the voices of two of her clanmates caught her attention. They were two unfamiliar faces, but Amberkit was trying to get out of her comfort zone, one clanmate at a time. The calico kitten, still rocking her spiky bedhead, approaching Creamcandle and Sprucerain. The other calico molly glanced away, looking a bit down before answering the white tom's question.


    "A-are you okay, miss?" She didn't know either of their names, but her mother had drilled manners into her head from the week she was born, so she had a nasty habit of calling any cat she met 'miss' or 'sir', regardless if she knew their name or not.

    The thought of socializing honestly irritated him to no end. Why was he doing it? Hell, who knew. The inky tom padded over to the small group that was forming around the pale calico. She looked rather upset, so he supposed he may as well try to help the situation, even if he probably would make it worse. "Hey kid." the warrior rumbled as he sat beside Amberkit.


    As he curled his fluffy tail around his paws, he decided to remain silent. The Molly had already been asked multiple times if she was alright, and it was pretty obvious she didn't want to talk about it, so why ask for a third time?



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    The calico flicked her ears back once she heard another voice. A smaller voice. Turning her cream and peach head, her pale blue eyes met the mottled form of Amberkit. Oh! A kit! Why was a little concerned with what she was feeling? She didn't remember caring about much as a kit...well she guessed she understood when she thought about her big sister.


    "Oh...Hello" she purred softly with her quiet voice "I'm fine...I'm just...Well it's a family matter...It's difficult to explain" she replied not sure how to say the strange tension in her family. How to explain to a kit her father mated with two she-cats conceiving her as an attempt to erase her sister? How do you explain that?

    "My Sister is Tortoiseshell" she added as her sister was known to start fights. She even caught sight of her talking to the huge members of the clan. Her sister had no concept of limits...


    She blinked as Lizardbounce slid into the conversation. Oh dear...she didn't expect to have so many around her...Her sister struggled to have friends. Yet here Cream was snatching up attention in a short period of time. She felt heat fill her face a bit her muzzle tipping down shyly.

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ Family matter? Oh it can’t be that bad! The tom mewed optimistically. His ears flicked a little as he seemed to be thinking something over. How about we play a game to take your mind off things? 


    "Speech."



    Sprucerain commented on how it couldn't be that bad. Creamcandle on the other hand knew better. It wasn't abuse. But Cream and Tort's relationship was very strained. Tort did express love and care but, Cream knew her older sister's frustrations. Growing up with a cat as short as Tort as her role model led her to know things others didn't. But she respected her sister's space. The whole family needed space sometimes. After all...they were half sisters. She a product of an affair. Her sister deemed a mistake. Trash. But their father passed before she knew him very well. So she didn't know of the struggle her sister when through with the tom. Just caught vague shadows of the things that scared her sister. They were sister's after all. Sharing the same father...the same blood. Perhaps that is what frustrated Tort so much.


    "O-Okay" the meeker quieter of the calico sisters replied with a small timid smile "Um...What did you have in mind?" Her peachy colored head tipped in curiosity.

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ How about a friendly game of mossball? He mewed, Brightly. His tail swished back and forth behind him almost kitlike. I’ll fetch the moss, and we can be on two separate teams. Two players each. And since you were here first, you get to choose as team captain first who you would like on your team. He mewed, before padding off to go find the moss. 


    "Speech."



    Although he'd been a WindClanner for more than two months, there were faces that Wolfsbane barely recognized. Creamcandle was one of those faces. She was meek, mouse-like. That was enough to make him ignore her.


    The chocolate warrior had started padding toward the group, unaware of the calico it had formed around. Upon arrival, he hovered beside Amber kit and greeted her in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "Hey kiddo. You doing okay?"


    Hearing Sprucerain's suggestion, he scoffed, "Mossball? Are you a warrior or a kit?"

    Cream couldn’t help but, shrink at the presence of the much bigger, Wolfsbane. She knew she wasn’t a stand out like her sister. Some times she was glad for it. It meant big cats like Wolfsbane ignored her. She was more a hunter than a fighter. She was quiet and could catch most prey by surprise. The pale female flattened her ears as Wolfsbane scoffed at Sprucerain. That wasn’t very nice.


    She didn’t speak up though. She never spoke her mind. She turned to Sprucerain “I haven’t played moss ball since I was a kit...I’m afraid I might not be any good anymore”

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ He returned with a good sizable mossball, only to get scoffed at. You have a better idea, oh great and mighty Wolfsbane? He joked.  


    "Speech."



    ❝ PAINKILLER ❞ "Talk, like normal adults, and not act like children" suggested Adderkit in a scathing tone towards Sprucerain. Wolfsbane was his father, adoptive or not, and Adderkit wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect him, even in a joking manner. Wolfsbane was better than these people. Sure, he had more flaws than positives but Adderkit liked the stoic bastard. Turning his cold lemon hued gaze onto Creamcandle he took in her appearance. "Who are you anyway?" He questioned with a hint of interest gleaming in his sulfur eyes as they focused onto Creamcandle. He probably had already met her once before but he tended to forget what names went with what faces. A habit he would never admit to.

    The older warrior actually flattened her ears at the sharp bite of a KIT'S words. The pale colored calico swallowed as Sprucerain was again chided for an idea that was just to help her. She cast the tom an apologetic look. She was too meek to talk back. Her heart was in her throat already. She didn't know how to handle this...Her sister should be here. At least, if she was here the attention would be on her and Cream could find a moment to breathe. The kit turned to her asking her name in a short harsh manner.

    "U-U-Hm...Oh I'm C-Creamcandle...Pleased to meet you?" she asked her voice dulling to an anxious whisper. The peach and chocolate female let her blue eyes dart to the sides as if not to look the bolder kit in the eye.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Amberkit jumped slightly as the voice of Lizardbounce reached her, large ears swiveling towards the dark warrior as he rumbled a greeting to her. Oh, she was 'kid' now? She liked that nickname, even if it was just a literal word for her age; she didn't mind the nickname...'kid', it was cool to have a nickname, especially from such a cool guy! Sprucerain caught her attention as he suggested a game of mossball before quickly trotting off to find some nesting material to use as the ball in the game. Amberkit was a bit overwhelmed with all of the activity going on around her, muddy eyes wide as she tried to follow the conversation as best as she could.


    Her adoptive father, Wolfsbane, came trotting over and offering her an affectionate few words. Her heart swelled with the attention, a small smile curling on her maw. "Hi, d-dad..." Amberkit's voice was tiny as her head tilted back to beam up at Wolfsbane. Her attention was quickly diverted by a verbal squabble going on between her brother, father and Sprucerain. Amberkit had done plenty of listening all of her life so she simply listened to them bicker, ears flattening against her head before she turned her attention back to Creamcandle.


    "Y-you have a pretty name." She was trying to smooth over the fact that her family was causing a scene, her eyes glancing between her brother and dad before returning back to Creamcandle, face contorting in a grimace at their words.

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    Sprucerain/WindClan/ nonbinary intersex/ 15 moons

    *:･ﾟ✦ the albino’s ears flattened, dong his best to try and not get flustered by the verbal abuse he was receiving from his clanmates. Almost as if he was a kit or apprentice again. This really wasn’t fair... Creamcandle shot him and apologetic look. Yes, definitely like his younger days. He was recieving no help from the normal colored felines. He swallowed, suddenly wishing he could vanish. Perhaps he should have been named Ghostrain...


    At least I tried to make it a game kits would want to join into... He mewed, backing away from the group, totally uninterested in joining them if they were all going to just target him.  


    "Speech."



    Creamcandle flicked her ear hearing Amberkit compliment her on her name. She smiled a little turning to the kit. At least this kit had manners. The calico was really overwhelmed by being surrounded by such aggressive cats. Yes it was just words but, they ganged up on Sprucerain for trying to make her feel better.


    "Th-Thank you, Dear" the older molly replied before looking up at Wolfsbane and Adderkit. She didn't feel comfortable around them. She was rather scared to be honest. When Sprucerain spoke her ears went straight back. His tone wasn't friendly anymore. Understandable since Wolfsbane and now Adderkit had verbally berated him for an idea that was for her. What would Tort do? She would tell Wolfsbane and the kit to go crawl in a hole. Tort had no filter.


    "Please...c-can't we all just..talk calmly?" she didn't know how to word it and she was starting to freak out a little bit "There is no...no need for ho-hostility"

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    A goliath, alone and somewhat uninterested in socializing. Yet, he felt his large paws drag him over upon seeing the discomfort on his clanmate's faces, coming up behind Cream and Spruce, emotionlessly looking down at the kits as the stoic, usually emotionless tom looked the small family over. Adderkit was... well, he was like his adopted father in his way, biting and rude. Deserved a cuffing in Snake's mind, even if he no-longer believed in his father's way of thinking, so instead, Snake flicked his gaze to Wolf, emotionless as the large tom grumbled, voice like a quiet thunder, even if it was quiet, it carried force behind it, deep, booming, "Is there a problem?" He perked his ears almost mockingly, half-lidded, seemingly uninterested golden eyes regarding Wolfs with quiet judgement. Wolfs was a cat Creed would of either loved or beat into submission, just as he did to his own son. Or maybe that was just Snake, the cat who had enjoyed for moons the feeling of blood dripping from his talons, the screams of being called a monster, a murderer, a coward finally falling into loud bubbling gurgles. Snake wanted to beat Wolfs into submission, make him bow before Eagle and Flint like they were the very personification of Starclan, force him to grovel at the paws of females and have them do as they pleased to Wolfs' ugly face. Only after Snake had bloodied it himself.


    But, these wishes were buried deep with the rest of Snake's dark desires, a part of him he wished to forget along with his dead father and the warehouse and all those innocent victims. He was different from those Snakes, each one so starkly a different person yet the same, the big brute who thought brutality would earn him his father's approval or the loyalty of others. Now, Snake had Tort and, even if Tort did not like Cream, Snake took it upon himself to be nearly everyone's black knight they never expected and probably didn't want. He was no longer just Snake, the murdering fallen prince, but Snake, a tom who was just trying to live.



    "Speech"

    But I will fight anything to win