Another new home [Cleo]

[Cleo]

Cleo didn't feel much better when her sister began to reassure her, but she was still grateful for it. It just proved that we sister wasn't gone. She was still the same cat, somewhere deep, deep down... Or atleast, that's what Cleo thought.

"Fighting? I'm a pacifist, you know that." Cleo hesitated, frowning. "Aren't you..?"

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

A pacifist. Of course. She could have expected nothing more from someone raised by her parents. "Whether you're a pacifist or not doesn't matter," she responded, shaking her head slightly, "You should still know how to fight in case you get yourself into a bad situation. Words can only get you so far. For most cats it's their parent's job to teach them, but you're a special case. Apparently it's mine."

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[Cleo]

Cleo shook her head slowly, frowning. "Don't you remember everything they taught us? Fighting is wrong. It doesn't matter if you're defending yourself or not, there's always other ways." She sat down stubbornly.

"I won't learn how to fight, because I have trust in others. Nobody is going to hurt me, they have no reason to."

-good luck changing her mind xD-

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela rolled her eyes. "Of course I remember what they told me. I just have experiences that prove them wrong. Some cats will attack for you being near there territory, whether you know the mistake or not. And sometimes it's not the matter of a mistake, some cats will feed off of your insecurities, they will use them to minipulate them, you will trust them and they will hurt you." she said, her gaze dropping at the last part. She had been so stupid when she was younger. "I've met those cats before and I want you to be prepared in case one winds up trying to hurt you."

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[Cleo]

Cleo couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that a cat would hurt her without any real motive. Her eyes were sad as she looked at her sisters face, not able to imagine what the feline had been through. "I promise you, I'll be fine. Learning to fight is going against everything I beleive in... everything you used to believe in."

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela rolled her eyes. "Learning to fight is not against everything you learned, fighting is." she responded. Apparently her parents hadn't learned yet. "Where are they now? Mum and dad?" she asked, her accent a bit more obvious.

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[Cleo]

Cleo didn't respond to her sisters correction, sighing. She knew that Adela wouldn't understand anymore.

The question of her parents was asked, Cleo's heart dropped down into her stomach. She felt tears threaten to spill over, and she couldn't make eye contact anymore. "They died." She stated quietly, her voice breaking, the emotions still raw and untouched.

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela closed off a flood of emotions that came at Cleo's conformation do what she had already expected by the fact that Cleo was here without them. She had dealt with the deaths of her loved ones before, but it still hurt each time. "I'm sorry," she said in a hushed voice, "H-how did they die?" she added, stumbling over words for the first time in a long time.

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[Cleo]

Cleo's threat became raw as she let out a pitiful sob, sniffling. "Mom got sick... It was pretty soon after you left. Then it was just me and Dad, but.." She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling shakily. "He um..." She couldn't say it, so instead she stared down at her paws in silence.

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela nodded, giving what she hoped was a comforting smile. "That's alright. I didn't mean to open any old wounds." she responded, ignoring the fact that it felt like someone had torn out her heart. She could deal with that. She had felt with that so many times already. She just wasn't sure how her sister would handle having to relive it.

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[Cleo]

Cleo tried hard to focus on something else. Anything else. She hasn't spoken about her Mother or Father to anyone yet. She supposed she would have if somebody had asked. She was slowly realizing that perhaps this was how the world worked. The nice ones never got anything back.

"Are you okay? With everything, I mean."

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela smirked, "The hardest thing to deal with is though acctually being nice to me," she responded honestly, and the fact that she could say that honestly hurt a small part of her that held on to the days before the Twolegs had taken her. It was all so much simpler then. The world was in black and white. At yet, half of her thought it for the better that this mindset was stolen from her. If she hadn't seen that there were many shades of grey in life she wouldn't be alive and reunited with her sister.

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[Cleo]

Cleo flicked her tail empathetically. "I don't know what you all had to go through on your own, and I understand if you don't want to talk about it... but just know that I'm here for you, okay? You don't have to act all closed off and tough around me." Cleo pushed on her shoulder teasingly, a grin spreading on her face.

[Adela]

::(Adela)::
'Darkness will taint all in the end, no matter how pure.'

Adela rolled her eyes. "Whether you're here for me and you can take what I have to tell you are two very different things." she responded.
Living through it was so much better than just hearing it in some cases, and she was certain that this would be one of those cases if she did share.

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[Cleo]

Cleo didn't say anything, instead moving closer to her sister, as if she was a kit, waiting to be told a story.

(Eh sorry no muse)