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Post by goldcrest on Sept 18, 2021 21:23:01 GMT -5
Their dark pelt blended in with the shade of the pine trees, their eyes only visible in the tint of the moonlight. They liked this place already, much more natural than Swiftclan's old territory, a lot less gloomy than the time they'd spent wandering Primal Instinct. These clan cats were too caught up on borders, on having their own special little territories to call home, but Jester couldn't stand not knowing what was beyond their invisible lines. And so, they took it upon themselves to learn. They'd gotten out of it last time, got invited on an adventure and left with an experience they hoped not to forget. Sure, there may not be another Carriondare out there (she was one of a kind, after all, nobody could top her) but they were bound to find something.
The scent was similar everywhere, speaking of activity and isolation. Definitely a group, a home just for them. It would turn out fine, of course, it usually did. Even if it didn't, they always found a way to finesse themselves out of whatever situation it may be. And if they died in the process, well there would be no need to worry because they'd be dead, nonexistent and worriless.
The running of water sounded far off. They headed towards the sound.
It was nights like these where the sky was crystal clear that Aspenstar made sure to sit by the water. The way the stars danced across the ripples fascinated her, a beauty that she couldn't deny. It was the kind of thing that almost always relaxed her, watching the water dance with the moonlight. She had come to the water for precisely that purpose: Aspenstar needed to relax. Or, more precisely, Aspenstar just needed to get her mind off of the dumpster fire that was her life. Unfortunately for her, the water nor the sky could hold her attention. She was still distracted, but who could expect her not to be? There were so many things happening, and all at once. She was experiencing the worst whiplash of her life, but for once... for once she wanted to get away from it all.
Perhaps that was why her ears immediately alerted to the sound of approaching footsteps. She quickly inhaled the air, before realizing the scent was not NightClan's. Her eyes lit up: ah, a welcomed distraction. The leader's tail flicked as she rose from her spot by the water, turning around with a raised brow.
"You're awful far from the circus y'all call a clan, aren't ya?" the NightClan leader meowed, although the smile on her face suggested that she wasn't trying to be offensive. She was friends with Cradlegrave, and she half wondered if this cat had been sent by him. Was he even still around? Aspenstar guess she didn't know. It had been a while since she'd checked in on her ally. "May I help you?"
Post by goldcrest on Sept 18, 2021 22:13:34 GMT -5
You're awful far from the circus y'all call a clan, aren't ya? Now, he hardly held any loyalty for Swiftclan, but at words like those there was always the strong urge to shoot something back, fight fire with fire, reply with a sneer and a sharp laugh.
"Yes, apparently I walked so far I landed in nobody town." A snort followed his words. "But no, I don't think you can. Really, I was just having a look around." An excuse he had used a million times over, and it hadn't failed him yet. His voice had an exaggerated drawl, with certain syllables drawn and stretched, sentences ending more higher pitched than when they began.
"Care to tell me your name, or should I just make one up?"
"I'm interested in what you come up with," she meowed with a soft chuckle, shifting her weight slightly so that she could strike if she needed to. She didn't think it would be necessary, the other cat didn't seem outwardly aggressive, but she had to stay on her a game. "My name's Aspenstar, and this nobody town you've landed in is my clan." She paused for a minute, studying the other to see a reaction to that.
"I could say the same thing, by the way," she meowed with a flick of her tail. "Although Stranger Who Waltzes Through My Territory Like They Own The Damn Place does have a nice ring to it."
Post by goldcrest on Sept 18, 2021 23:07:16 GMT -5
"Oh, pfft, no need to get all riled up. Keep your fur on, I'm not doing any harm." She could feel the slight tension, see the stiffness of her shoulders, the calculating looks that only spoke of vigilance. "Sorry for intruding on your little cult," she bowed mockingly, "feel free to tear me limb from limb, or something." She moved to sit beside Aspenstar—oh, a leader. Jester always got the vibe that they thought themselves better simply because of their supposed blessedness, or however it worked.
She laughed, a deep gravely sound. "Oh, it really does!" She dipped a paw in the water before her, flicking the water droplets off towards Aspenstar. "Name's Jester, so I suppose you were right about the circus thing." She settled on her stomach, showing off just how unbothered she was, how she wouldn't let Aspenstar intimidate her. Not that she could, given her size. Jester was a pretty lanky cat herself, with long limbs and a thin frame, matched all too well by sleek dark fur and a consistent snarky grin.
"We have different definitions of harm," she meowed with a casual shrug. "I guess that must be a cultural difference, though. Cradlegrave also had a way of just showing up." Her voice was momentarily sad when she spoke of her old friend, the former SwiftClan leader. She wondered how he was doing these days. "I don't intend to tear you limb from limb, though. I've got a guard to do my dirty work if I need them to," she then continued, offering a wink. This was true, if Aspenstar wanted to hurt the other cat, all she had to do was wave her tail, and she was sure Phantomfox would show up. She had no intention of doing so, though. Not yet.
Amusement passed her gaze when the cat told her their name; there was an irony about being named Jester while living in an old fair ground, she thought. Was SwiftClan even still there? She supposed she didn't know. She blinked when a drop of water landed on her forehead, fighting a sigh. "What, then, brings you to NightClan, Jester ?"
Post by goldcrest on Sept 22, 2021 18:38:49 GMT -5
"Oh yes, that makes sense. I've noticed you leaders tend to think yourselves better, isn't that right? Would be nice," they hummed, sending a lopsided, teasing smile towards Aspenstar. Jester supposed it would be nice, to have someone do whatever you want with just the flick of a paw. Even murder. Though, they were generally peaceful and while they weren't exactly a lover, they were even less a fighter. Death wasn't something they usually wished upon others. Only one cat comes to mind, but when they last saw her she was halfway there anyway, so maybe their wishes came true.
What, then, brings you to NightClan, Jester? They purred, moving closer to the leader.
"Well," they cleared their throat, dramatic and unneeded, "really, I was just looking around, as I've said." They gave a whack to Aspenstar's back, a little too aggressive to be a friendly pat. "I was wondering if you have anything fun to do around here." They rolled onto their back, stretching their front paws in the air as they continued.
"See, it's just been boring lately. I haven't had a good adventure in a bit." They settled back onto their stomach.
"We simply have better things to do with our time than deal with minor inconviniences," she quipped in response with a casual shrug. "There are always bigger fish to fry, so sometimes it's simply easier to let others deal with it." This wasn't to say that she didn't herself enjoy some bloodshed. At one time, getting her paws dirty had horrified her. Now that her psyche was significantly more fractured than it had been before, she occasionally enjoyed the horrors of destruction. "It is nice," she then meowed, "to have the world bend to your will. I can't argue with that."
The leader tensed as they got closer to her. She didn't like her personal bubble being popped, and the other did just that when they touched her. It stung slightly, but their audacity was really what sent her off. "I recommend you don't touch me again, lest I pluck every single one of your furs off your body. Have you ever seen a hairless cat? It's not a good look," she meowed sweetly, although the look in her eyes was nothing less than a challenge.
"As for fun, I hear the water in front of us is particularly warm this time of year. Perhaps I could throw you in, and you could test that?"
Post by goldcrest on Sept 24, 2021 20:00:53 GMT -5
"Mm. . . I see," a purr of laughter left his throat, a slight roll to his eyes. He didn't fully get it, but maybe it was just him. Why have some leader make all the rules when you could just do whatever you wanted. The prospect of having anyone do his dirty work was slightly enticing, but he supposed, free will to the people. It simply wasn't a life for him.
Have you ever seen a hairless cat? It's not a good look. They couldn't help but laugh again, "Oh that reminds me of the time I shared a house with one. Dreadful thing!" Jester had shared rooms and spaces and houses with all sorts of cats, and usually they didn't last more than a few weeks to a month, but—what was his name? He forgot—was the worst of them all. Rude and ugly, he simply couldn't pick a struggle. The human they lived with liked to dress him up in fluffy sweaters and tacky shirts. He grimaced at the, surprisingly clear, memory.
"Oh, it could not be any worse than the swim I had a bit ago, trust me. Honestly," he dipped his paw in again; the water was still chilly despite the warm temperatures, "it seems quite nice. But preferably not today." He waved his paw, the droplets landing not to far off. "I was thinking more secrets, though it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't really have anything here. All I've seen is pine, and I suppose this river, but that's nothing too special. I've seen plenty of rivers."
