Their water thinner than blood

She certainly wasn't used to her scent lingering around here anymore, which was why her initial reaction was that of surprise. It was no secret that Dallas despised the Elite, she had previously made that very clear. So as to why she would be be wandering around these streets, so close to Elite territory was a mystery to her. Surely her sister wouldn't be stupid enough to go look for her here, right? After all, it had been Dallas who has scolded her about the dangers of these murderous cats in the first place. With a flick of her tail Cyren went on her way following her trail, keeping track of her surroundings as to make sure no idiot would be following her. The months she had spent in the Elite had changed her drastically, but she hadn't lost her heart. Her sister still meant a lot to her, which was precisely why she wanted Dallas to stay far, far away from here. If her sister wouldn't even hear her approaching, then surely she wouldn't notice a full grown Elite member until it was far too late. They didn't take kindly to strangers round these parts. "And clearly no-one taught you to stay away from Elite territory," she knew her sister was hiding something, most likely her anxiety. Cyren sighed and eventually gave in, greeting her sister by pressing her nose against Dallas' cheek. "Why are you here, Dallas? They don't take that kindly towards young rogues, you know that," she scolded her sister. "Or have you finally come to your senses and decided to join me?" Cyren already knew the answer but was not planning on giving up the matter any time soon.

"Watch your tongue," she snapped back. Her voice remained quite calm but some annoyance was shining through in the way she flicked her ears. Cyren had learned to carefully hide any emotion she was feeling and had, in fact, gotten quite skilled at that. You couldn't say that for Dallas. Her calico sister was equally stubborn and pretended to act tough, but her voice crumbled slightly. "I had to make sure you were alive, stupid." Cyren narrowed her pale blue eyes in disbelieve and most certainly disapproval too. Dallas muttered that she had missed her and Cyren couldn't deny that she felt the same way, but she would not admit that now. "You had to make sure I was alive?" Her tail swayed from left to right, somewhat displaying her anger. A soft chuckle followed, though it was clearly sarcastic. Cyren casually ignored what Dallas had said last. Now more than ever she realized that her sister had to toughen up in order to survive. It was foolish and naive to think that simply being 'good' would get you anywhere in life, it certainly hadn't done that for their mother. "You're a blind fool, you know that? I am doing fine. Great, actually. But have you even looked at yourself? You're thin as a rake and not trained whatsoever, how do you plan to survive?" her words were sharp and very straight to the point. Surely that wasn't what Dallas wanted to hear but Cyren was not one to sugar coat what she had to say... And the calico knew that. Another sigh escaped her lips and her voice softened as she put her tail on Dallas' back. "Stop being so stubborn, why don't you just join me? You wouldn't have to grow hungry anymore and get proper training, I could protect you, Dallas, I just don't want you to end up like mom,"

Her hissing did not impress her at all. Cyren looked her sister calmly in the eye, waiting for even one solid argument. She already knew what would come, they had had this talk many a time before and so far it had always ended the same. Though Cyren was patient and she knew that there were some doubts troubling Dallas her mind. With any other cat Cyren would have stopped caring a very long time ago, in her opinion it was everyone's own responsibility to take care of themselves and if they were too stubborn to do so, it wasn't her problem when they eventually died off. Dallas was an exception to this, but her defiance was becoming somewhat of a nuisance. "Wrong?" she scoffed at her. "And who exactly are you to decide that, hm? Get off your high horse, in the end all we're doing is trying to survive. Your morals aren't going to keep you fed in the winter, you know," The white she-cat took a deep breath and didn't drag on the subject any longer even if she had plenty of other things to say. She knew she was right and wouldn't make a fool of herself trying to prove that. Winter would inevitably come around and perhaps Dallas would find a way to live through that, but if not she would eventually come around. Cyren would welcome her at the border and softly tell her 'I told you so'. "I've been thriving, it's nice to have a roof over your head," there was a sharp underlying undertone in her voice, making clear that she had not completely let go of their earlier subject. "Do you remember the park we used to go to? The humans have decorated it with all sorts of strange lights, it's beautiful," she felt a pang of sadness knowing she would not be able to take her sister there anymore but quickly shook it off. "What about you?"

The hostility between the two sisters seemed to fade away once again, as it does between siblings. When they were still younger there had always been some falling outs between them, though never as serious as this. It was the first time in their lives they didn't spend all their fleeting moments together and even for the white she-cat, who doesn't seem to hake any emotional connections at all, it was somewhat troubling. Especially when digging up old memories, it stung that all of that would be gone forever. Unless Dallas would finally come to her senses, and she would in a few months. Cyren was patient. "Don't check it out," she said sternly. "It's official elite territory now, they'd kill you if they found you. Even if I take you there secretly, I'd get in trouble and that's not worth some pretty sight," perhaps if they had been trained masters of stealth, but the opposite was true. Cyren wouldn't risk her steady position in the Elite just to relive some old memories. Dallas voiced her issues and doubts, which were very much serious and real. The pearly white she-cat twitched her ear, feeling the urge to remind her sister once again how much of an ignorant, oblivious fool she was. Cyren repressed this though, knowing it would simply end in another fight since both were too stubborn to give up. Then again, why would she give up - she was right after all. "Perhaps you should head to the unclaimed territory behind the clans. I heard there are some farms and barns to be found there, might be some mice around." she didn't like that idea, knowing Dallas would have to travel quite a bit and the winds were already getting colder, carrying the caution of winter. "Or find a human home that'll take you in," there was clearly some disgust in her voice. Cyren had never liked the humans or the toy pet cats they kept but living in the Elite had pushed that despise even further. "Just find a way not too die, that would be inconvenient," she joked, a bit bitter and sarcastic.

It went against her usual principles to go out of her way to help others. In her opinion cats should figure that out themselves, it wasn't her responsibility to keep them alive and breathing. If you were too dull to do so yourself then, frankly, you should not be here at all. Then again, her sister was an exception. Cyren knew she was intelligent enough, just very stubborn. Nevertheless it annoyed her that she had to worry about Dallas' safety. At her remark Cyren laughed and shook her head dismissively. "Oh it's not just my irresistible charm that got me my place," she mewed, her whiskers twitching with secret amusement. She learnt a lot about herself in the few months she had been there but the most important bit was that you could play cats like fiddles. She could, if she tried. "Dallas, just don't go and get yourself killed," it irritated her to no end that Dallas would be so far away, with barely any means of communication. Cyren wasn't one to require attention on a daily basis, but she did want to know that Dallas would be okay. That would be quite difficult now. "I'll come visit you mid winter, bring some mice to your starving ass," she half-joked after sighing.

"I'll die before a man can make me feel that way," she hummed quite amused. It was clear that Cyren didn't regard tom-cats that highly, especially the ones in the elite. They had minds filled with a desire for destruction and far too much testosterone for their own good. Her former mentor had been a prime example of that, always showing off and flaunting his skills, until it had cost him his head in the end. Such was life. Whatever it was that was up there, it didn't take too fondly to hubris. "Just make sure you don't get your breath taken away by some farmer's boy," she winked at her tricolor sister, at whom's remark she laughed. "Hm, I thought only Elite cats resorted to cannibalism," gently she pushed Dallas against her shoulder, laughing softly. Somewhere it hurt. Cyren really liked to believe she could thrive completely on her own, but even for her the knowledge she would have to miss her sister for quite some time was hurtful. It made her want to stay here longer, cherish the moment. Something she wouldn't do for anyone else, although she would never voice that too Dallas herself. "It works," she simply shrugged at Dallas' her question. "Definitely took some getting used to, since there are suddenly so many cats around constantly. But it's certainly amusing, I can tell you that," there was a flicker in her pale blue eyes. "Big risks, big rewards. The effort you make pays off and it's never a dull day, you'll find our yourself some time" once again she winked at her sister, jokingly pushing at the subject once again.

Dallas tried to come across as someone who was quite nonchalant, however Cyren knew her better than that, which Dallas was most definitely aware of. "Well I'm quite positive you don't either, so maybe you'd make just a wonderful pair," she joked playfully, half expecting her sister to slap her for that remark. Her tricolored sister spoke of the kittypet she used to fancy back when they had still been out on the streets. The white she-cat her whiskers twitched in amusement, for she remember that very well. "You wear your heart on your tongue," she mewed. Cyren herself was quite different from that, especially when they were younger she seemed to have little to no interest in tom-cats. Now she only did when they were of use to her. She was pretty and she knew that, which sometimes allowed her to play empty headed toms like a fiddle. "Or... You could eat that farmer's boy once you get bored of him. Trust me, cat meat tastes just like chicken," she snapped her teeth at her sister, almost as if she was going to eat her nose off.Though, there was no intent to acctually harm her. Obviously Cyren hadn't acctually eaten another cat, so far she never had to. Dallas' request had her thinking for a moment. Ofcourse she could, she was free to go and do as she pleased, mostly. However, even though affinities with rogues wheren't as frowned upon as those with kittypets, she couldn't say for sure that some other Bloodclanner wouldn't follow them and bring harm to Dallas. Then again, this would probably be the last time they'd speak in a long while. In the end Cyren shrugged. "Fine. My mentor died, so I have time to spare anyway," she mewed heedlessly before checking if they were alone one more time and letting Dallas take the lead. She could go for a mouse or two.