Deep down ~ A Cadenza SRP

Instructions

{Tw, mentions of death, betrayal, religion, hatred, bloodshed, and loss} [ Deep down, deep down ] Flourish didn’t know until it was too late. Didn’t see the telltale signs that something was wrong, hadn’t truly dared to believe that MossClan was, once again, on the brink of death. Love and care had blinded Cadenza once more, and now she lay before charm’s younger sister’s grave, feeling as if the ground had been taken away from under her, as for the first time in her life, flair had truly lost her footing in the dance of life and death. [ Deep down, you hide a reason for shame] Sure, flourish had fallen, and fallen hard due to StarClan’s ignorance toward her leadership of FlurryClan, but that had been StarClan’s fault. This tragedy was charm’s, and charm’s alone. Tears rolled down her face, thick and fast, yet obscured by the twisting mask flourish always wore these days, a literal reference to the act charm had put on throughout her whole life. The life in which she had always seen flairself as perfect, cunning, charming, and omnipotent. But now? Now everything was changing, Hiraethhalo’s death the last crack in an iceberg that had been fracturing for almost all eternity. [ Deep down, you know that we are the same ] Cadenza didn’t even truly know why, for the pair had never gotten along on the few occasions they had met. One thing about their encounters did stand out to flair, however. A fatally beautiful irony that seemed to sing the ballad of the former leader’s life, for every time the siblings had spoken, the medic had been quick to remind Cadenza that she had left MossClan in the dirt; that the clan’s worsening conditions were on charm’s neck. At the time, flourish had brushed these accusations off like a speck of dirt on her perfect fur, justifying her decisions with lies so well spun that they convinced even flair’s calculating mind, but now the words haunted her dreams, twisting so that every cat she had ever loved made those accusations of treachery. [ Leaving them feeling betrayed, breaking the bonds that you made ] They intertwined with the booming voice of a starclan cat proclaiming that another was to be leader of FlurryClan, that she would have to leave or face the wrath of StarClan, the cats that her medic relatives believed were so good and gracious. And so, she had left, but not without making her mark on the clans. Yes, her songs didn’t paint StarClan in a particularly good light, mainly depicting their errors and pointing out the mistake they had made by banishing flourish. If that was not worthy of StarClan’s wrath, then flourish was not sure what was. [ There is no price we won’t pay ] Charm threw her hat to the floor in rage, a deadly feeling that manifested in her hatred and fear of the star’s power. So this was what the wrath of StarClan truly was. A punishment, executed through the suffering of all those Cadenza loved, and, by extension, the suffering flourish felt as an effect of it. It made her feel sick. Flourish had never felt this cursed before, not even when Serenademarvel’s death had come and no one had thought to tell her, to even explain how it came to be. Fox, Ren didn’t even visit her from whatever realm of shadow he was condemned to, for flair refused to believe that he joined the ranks of the star-pelted deities that were making charm’s life a misery. [ We both know what it takes to survive ] The boiling rage arose once more, leaving the bitter taste of one word on charm’s lips, seared into her mind so deeply that flourish’s head began to ache. She decided to speak it aloud, to make sense of the forcing sensation that was arising in charm’s chest. [ Deep down, we only care for ourselves ] “Revenge.” She meowed, in a hoarse whisper. Revenge for the cats she loved. But surely, revenge always came at a cost? Surely, vengeance was punishable by StarClan’s wrath, as flair’s very existence seemed to be at that point? Flair was not prepared to see them punish her mother, her brother and flair’s surviving family. There seemed to be only one option left to her, one that would allow flair to survive. To avenge. To /control/. [ Deep down, we’re only demons from h3ll ] She would have to cut away her remorse, drown her guilt and kill her mercy. Charm would have to detach herself from others, step away from care and enter the realms of ignorance and carelessness. She would have to stop loving. Then StarClan’s threats would be nothing but words on the wind, ready to be spun into dreadful stories of betrayal upon charm’s lips. [ Give up your honour and your faith ] Yes, she would take control of her life back from StarClan’s paws, and charm would not stop there. [ Live up your life as a wraith ] She would take control of the world in revenge. [ We will do what it takes to survive ] “Enchantée, sweetheart.”