~Warnings: MURDER, Blood, lots of talk of death~ The two sisters walked side by side through the fallen leaves and bare trees. There was a chill in the air, the type of chill that sank its teeth into pelts and didn’t let go. Snowpelt looked over at Whitestar. She seemed so small. The two of them had always been around the same size and height, but now Whitestar seemed to fold into herself, as if she didn’t want to be seen, to be noticed. ‘She’s weak’ Whitestar was weak. ‘You’re strong’ Snowpelt was strong. The two sisters walked in silence, until Whitestar asked “What did you want to talk to me about?” She sounded nervous, but hopeful. ‘She’s foolish’ She was. Snowpelt shook her head and said “Not yet.” Her paws felt pulled to keep walking. There could be no mistake. She knew where she was going. The place Whitestar had ruined. The dandelion clearing. There would be no dandelions now though of course, with the beginning of leafbare. That was good. No need to paint those fluffy flowers with blood. Whitestar asked “Did you find out who it is?” Snowpelt replied coldly “Wait.” Whitestar flinched at her tone. Snowpelt looked up at the sky. Cloudy and white. snowflakes barely held back in the clouds, waiting to fall, waiting to reveal themselves. Just as Snowpelt had been. The time for waiting was over. A snowflake fell on Snowpelt’s nose and melted away. More began to slowly, lazily fall. Snowpelt looked down and kept walking. Almost there. “It’s snowing.” Whitestar commented. “Yes. It is.” Snowpelt replied. She sped up a little, and in the next few heartbeats, they walked into the clearing. Snowpelt walked to the center and sat. Whitestar hesitated as she slowly followed, asking “What is this place?” Snowpelt hummed and said “The dandelion field” Whitestar paused, then asked “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Snowpelt said “It means something to me. My first visit to this field was one of the first times I felt wanted and loved. My friends and I would often hang out here. Stormcloud and I became mates here. I told Stormcloud I was pregnant here. I named one of my kits after the dandelions that grow here. I had always wanted to show my kits this clearing.” Whitestar slowly sat down next to Snowpelt, saying “Oh… um, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” Snowpelt hummed and looked down at her paw, saying “You and Ashstar had always been so terrible to me.” Whitestar flinched, paused, then said “I, I, I was just doing what he told me. He said you were a crip-” Snowpelt glared and snapped “Don’t.” Whitestar flinched and muttered “Sorry.” Snowpelt sighed and looked away. “It made me so angry.” She took a breath, then let her voice get dark as she said “So I took some revenge. I took two of Ashstar’s lives.” Whitestar’s eyes widened and she tensed, asking “W-what?” Snowpelt slowly looked back at her and said “One, poison, a foxglove seed. The second, foxes.” Whitestar’s eyes widened with dawning realization and terror. Snowpelt looked at her through narrowed, cold eyes as she said “I think twolegs trained them. They come at a whistle.” Whitestar stood, taking a step back. Snowpelt stood as well, taking a step forward as she said “But I stopped after that. Because I had a new family, happiness I created for myself. But then, you took that away from me.” Fear-scent wafted off Whitestar as she stammered “I, I, I didn’t, I don’t, I’m, I’m…” Snowpelt drew closer, hissing “So yes, I do know who has been taking away your lives, one by one. A rotted tree branch nudged at just the right moment. Rocks pushed off the ledge above camp. Foxes called to attack while you were alone. Rouges told who to kill and where to find you. A trap made from collected twoleg trash that you were never going to be smart enough to escape. Claws digging into your pelt to give an ally an opening. Nightshade berry slipped into your prey. I’ve taken seven lives from you, and now I plan to take the eighth.” Whitestar stumbled back, saying “I, I trusted you!” Snowpelt laughed, a cold, broken sound and asked “Why?! What ever made you think you could?! How could you forget how much I hate you?!” Whitestar seemed to shrink into herself, crouching to the ground, tail curled in. She spoke in a small voice, like a scared kit, “Please, please don’t hurt me!” Snowpelt looked at her coldly and hissed “It’s far too late for begging.” Snowpelt leapt at her sister, tackling her to the ground. Whitestar let out a terrified yelp as she fought back. Snowpelt tore into her back leg, injuring something important from the way Whitestar cried out and the leg went limp. Whitestar lashed out at Snowpelt, catching her ear as she dragged herself away. Snowpelt glared and circled around Whitestar. Whitestar’s voice was shaking as she asked “I, don’t get it! Why?!” “You killed my family!” Snowpelt hissed, “I made it very clear to you that I wanted you nowhere near them, but you still visited, you visited while you were sick, and you killed them!”
Whitestar shrunk and tried to protest “I didn’t mean-” Snowpelt let out a cold, sharp laugh as the snow fell around them, hissing “Meant to, didn’t mean to, it doesn’t matter. You never seem to think you can do anything wrong, do you?” lashed out at Whitestar, her claws ripping away tangled and dirty fur, finding the flesh underneath, and tearing a gash along Whitestar’s side. Whitestar tried to get away, but that just made it worse. Whitestar tried to lash out again, but Snowpelt caught her paw and slammed it into the ground. Whitestar’s black right paw. Snowpelt scoffed. This cursed paw. That’s where it began. Snowpelt dug her claws into Whitestar’s paw as she looked in her sister’s amber eyes and hissed “Remember how it used to be? When we were young and I was fighting for any love, any attention?” She let out another cold laugh, old grief and anger rising to the surface as she thought about Ashstar and most of the clan when they were young, “They never loved me. They loved you. You were the perfect one, Whitestar. I was imperfect.” Whitestar flinched and Snowpelt pulled away, hissing “You always felt the need to take everything from me, didn’t you? Because you were the perfect one.” Whitestar whimpered, “Father said-” Snowpelt snapped “Oh to the dark forest with Ashstar! Maybe he was the one to start this, but you continued it. You took away everything I love. Now… I have nothing left. Except to end you.” ‘It’s time to end this. Once and for all. There’s no going back now.’ Shadow whispered. Shadow was right. Whitestar tried to pull away as she pleaded “Snowpelt, no, please, please please please, don’t do this! I’ll do whatever you want!” Snowpelt stalked closer as she hissed “Can you bring may family back?” Whitestar flinched and quietly said “No” Snowpelt looked at her coldly, her tone flat and final as she spoke, “Then die.” ‘Kill her’ Snowpelt attacked, pinning Whitestar down, ignoring her begging until Snowpelt’s teeth sank into her throat and tore. Snowpelt stepped away as Whitestar shuddered. Blood stained the newly fallen snow. Shadow began to laugh. Shadow laughed as Whitestar died and Snowpelt’s raging anger started to fade as she stared at her dying sister, an unsettling feeling in her stomach. ‘Took you long enough!’ Shadow said cheerfully, ‘Finally, she’s dead! I mean, taking a few lives is something at least, but I know Darklight would step in and make a case, but who can make a case for this!’ What? Shadow laughed some more, saying ‘Oh Snowpelt, oh sweet and angry Snowpelt. You did it. You just killed your sister, killed a leader. Starclan doesn’t shine brightly on that my dear.’ Snowpelt flinched. It felt like a flood had just burst through a dam. She’d just killed Whitestar for good. She moved forward, staring at the blood, the murder she had just committed. She shouldn’t have done that, what was she thinking?! Whitestar, Whitstar was never to blame, was she? All of the anger from before had settled into grief. A grief that tore her heart into a million pieces, but not a grief that thirsted for blood like before. ‘It’s too late now. What’s done is done. I think I’ll take my leave now. Congrats on finally taking your revenge, Snowpelt’ Then, silence. Oppressive, deafening silence. Silence in Snowpelt’s head, a gap where Shadow had been. Silence around her, the snow erasing every sound. Silence from her sister, who was in starclan now, her eyes staring blankly out. Until a realization shattered the silence. Snowpelt had broken her promise. ~First~ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1066586971/ ~Previous~ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1314980679/ ~Next~ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1327902160/ FINALLY. THIS IS THE PART I'VE HAD PLANNED FOR YEARS. FUN FACT! THE LINE: “They never loved me. They loved you. You were the perfect one, Whitestar. I was imperfect.” Was from the old quotev version! I even had someone on quotev make an drawing featuring it! That is inside the project if you wanna see it, even though I don't think the artist is active/around anymore.
