[Estelle]

Sleepysunrise
[ 13 moons | She / Her | Shc Enforcer ]

The peaceful camp and Sleepysunrise's sleepless night was disrupted, arguing echoing around camp like an echo of her past. Vibrant eyes slowly opened to look out from her guarding position, the source of the disruption clear; Duskpaw. And the other must be her sister; Sleepysunrise struggled to recall her name, she hadn't seen many of Cougarbite's kits since they were... Well, since all of them were but a moon or less old. Duskpaw was an exception.

For a few moments Sleepysunrise watched from the shadows of camp, taking in the accusations thrown the other's way with disinterest until the accusing dared utter her mothers name. The enforcer would have stepped away, ignored their kitten spat and keep on guarding camp, had Duskpaw not dared use her mama's name. She blinked once, twice, that tingling sensation in her paws; and once, the white-tufted feline stood and approached the disruptive pair.

Dull gaze was replaced with freezing cold as unforgiving eyes settled on Duskpaw firstly, ignoring her companion. Unblinking, Sleepysunrise tilted her head, speaking in an eerie calm.
"You are no better. You speak as if you knew mama... But mama has not once mentioned you. You were not close. Were you?
Keep mama's name out of our maw. You sully her good standing."
She was speaking of Lostspark, naturally.

Turning Hawkpaw's way, Sleepysunrise trained her cold stare on the weakling apprentice.
"You. You act a fool. Ask her-" Duskpaw, "-where she has been. What she has done. You were gone. But so was she. Cougarbite has been gone for moons. Duskpaw reappeared last moon. She was not here when Cougarbite left. If she was..."

She turned her unblinking gaze back on Duskpaw.
"You scream grief now. You did not before. If you were here. Why?"
Her head tilted as the genuine question left her maw, before she moved on, drawing her own conclusion.
"You were gone... Or are slow. Untrained at twelve moons."
It was a rough estimate, she and Duskpaw were around the same age.
"Stop your act. Start training."

She stepped aside, looking between the two siblings, considering them for several long moments. She had learned from Nightshiver that young kits cry to express their emotions and need for care when they can't quite talk yet; Sleepysunrise found it an odd concept. But as her level gaze settled on the accusing cousin, she couldn't help but wonder if that applied to all cats. That Duskpaw was just in dire need of attention, but for some reason could not form coherent words to express as such. Maybe it would help if they returned to the nursery, she wondered.


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