Hawkeye vs. Pripyat/Spiderlily

[Spiderlily]

So soon.

Although the enemy was a tenacious fighter, clinging so valiantly to life, even he could not win against death in the end. As his lifeblood slowed and finally stopped running, his great heart no longer pumping it through his veins, Spiderlily dropped the strip of fur and flesh she had scalped from his hide and gave a satisfying purr.

Ah, just the thing she loved to spend an afternoon doing, and with Pripyat to boot.

It had been perfection.

Amber hues carefully traced her dark companion’s every movement for a moment as he feasted on his little snack, but aside from mild abrasions he otherwise appeared unharmed. And that was what truly mattered.

Still.

His question that followed was a bit unexpected. She did not allow any appearances of being startled by it appear on her face, as she cleaned the blood from her paws in silence for a moment.

“Rather regretfully at times, yes. Dreamreaper is my sister by blood, although we rarely share such an affectionate connection as siblings do.”

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat leaned forward slightly, staring at Spiderlilly as if she were the only thing that had ever existed.
For him, that was almost true. By all standards Pripyat was a monster, accepted only by his fellow monsters who like him delighted in deathdealing and bloodshedding--but he was a monster who posessed a huge capacity for loyalty and the ability to love deeply. His manner of loyalty was steadfast and immortal, a promise to stay by his allies and friends unless a higher voice should call him away. His manner of love was limitless, intense, almost obsessive. Spiderlilly became the focus of it, and it was something like being in the center of a thousand spotlights. As time passed, she only grew in Pripyat's estimation--she was sacred to him, that higher voice that trumped everything, the whole world. BoneClan, Panic, friends--he respected them, he was loyal, he cared and could count on them, and they could count on him.
But he would, without hesitation or a single moment of deliberation, give all of that away if it would mean that Spiderlilly would never come to harm. He would willingly give himself away if it would mean that she would never bleed another drop.
Such an all-out love is a rare thing, and there are few cats in the world capible of supporting it. Those who can...well, something so strong can break a cat's mind.
Pripyat was born broken. Configured, somehow, to handle such powerful feeling. It was possibly his greatest strength, his most redeeming trait. And he was barely aware of any of it.
As time passed, his blood would come to mean nothing, and hers, everything. This was the way he had been built, long ago in his mother's womb.

And so Pripyat leaned forward and his blue eyes did not waver from Spiderlilly's face, granting her the entirety of his attention.
The taste of blood and catflesh was almost enough to spawn an addiction. The tumult of battle all around was like music.
"Why regretfully?" Pripyat meowed, thinking of his own sister. He had loved her, oh yes, very much. Her misery had been like claws on him. He had loved her enough to do what was needed to end her pain. It seemed strange to him, that Spiderlilly would not care so much about her own sister.

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[Spiderlily]

It was tragically heartbreaking really, the way that this would one day end.

Spiderlily didn’t want to imagine it as so. Refused to. She was a capable feline, but to think that the cat she loved might go down that path of madness yet further, to a level he couldn’t be brought back…

Unimaginable.

Unbelievable.

How could she explain it? It was a long and twistingly complicated story, one to share on a different day with bellies filled with kill and not a care in the world before the newest patrol needed to be done. Not in the middle of a battlefield, with cats wailing and dying right and left.

So a short version then. Short and sweet.

“I ran with a ground a while back. Led them. There was five of us counting myself; and we had gained the reputation as the best killers that could be hired in the city we lived in. Little miss Duskclan princess came along, and ended up starting a war amongst the city cat gangs. Lot’s of work for us, until sister dearest double-crossed the wrong cat, and I lost my squad.”

A very short version. Ungodly short. There was so much complication then that.

“Up until I joined Boneclan, I worked solo after that. Left the city, nothing left there for me anyway. Heard she caused parts of it to be burned to the ground, and rumors are that the city cats tore each other apart in their feuding. City was a good place; you would have liked it there if you ever passed through.”

Resentment.

She had been pushed out of her home, lost the job she loved to do, and lost her squad. Yeah; there was a lot she had to resent Dreamreaper for.