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A fraction of a second – for someone perceptive, that was as rich as a lifetime. Chelsea had felt very prosperous to have witnessed the fracture of Bermondsey's composure, and that accompanied by the stray offerings unwillingly bequeathed to her by her brother himself and the league's notorious gossips supplied her the rest of what she needed to know to solder the connection. She wanted to laugh aloud; of course there were more of them, but soon their precious family tree would lose another leaf.
She was no more than a bullet through the darkness. NightClan's nocturnal nature and pine-heavy canopy afforded her the camouflage she needed to slip right in, NightClan laughably unaware of the danger now in their midst. It didn't take her long to manuever herself into the heart of their territory like a heat-seeking missile or a scalpel scoring through flesh, and even less time to situate herself in a way that gave her an approximate vantage over the cenote. She observed the menial milling about of a clan comfortably contented by their newfound status- surely that wouldn't come back to bite them later?- and made a mental note of the various nuances forming, but she was motionless until he appeared.
The lovestruck child who'd stumbled into a business meeting bearing flowers for his sweetheart. It had just been so cute, her heart had swelled.
In one graceful sweep, she ascended her paws and shadowed the Loyal Guard on his route, waiting for that perfect moment that would see them alone.
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Post by achromatic on Nov 6, 2021 16:58:35 GMT -5
Moonblight was on cloud nine.
The young tom truly did have everything right now, or at least, nothing else bothered him other than the here and now. Sagebristle had said yes. She had said yes to being his mate, and now that they weren't spending every moment avoiding each other and frankly, even Aspenstar's punishment had been...a lot less strenuous and reprimanding than he thought, things seemed to be going well in life. They had spent that night after the league confrontation together, and he could still feel his heart beat loudly in his chest, still feel the surprise and curiosity, the absolute wonder that they really were together now. There was no need to hide it any longer.
The young tom was giddy as he left the camp for another quick border check, too lost in his own happiness to really notice anything strange as he left, trotting along as if there wasn't a care in the world, from the cenote to the waterfalls that led the way to the hills and mountains at the edge of the territory. He wouldn't have noticed Chelsea at all, except for a brief moment, when the winds seemed to die down and change direction. She had been downwind, but for a brief moment, he scented something else. Something he'd remember closely, despite coming across as a lovestruck idiot to the cats of the league. He had been lectured enough, of course, that he had come across as weak to the league cats.
He didn't make the same mistake twice. His eyes immediately sharpened as he stopped, turning to the direction he was certain the breeze had come from. "Are you going to kill me?" he asked, trepidation in the way he kneaded the ground, "I wasn't sure whether Primal Instinct was going to go after us, but you've got the wrong cat if you think I'm any use to you as a hostage."
"Do you think if I meant to kill you, I would have given you all this opportunity to discover my presence?" Of course, Chelsea did intend to kill this boy, but she wasn't a mindless savage. There was more to the killing than the act itself; she reveled in the realization as it dawned on her victims' expressions, the way they begged or futilely fought, the game she got to play in their final moments. It was an art style, perhaps the most intimate kind, and one she had down to a perfection.
There was still some use to Moonblight being alive, however. Her brother had seemed particularly interested in the tom and Bermondsey wasn't well known for being particularly interested in anything. She wasn't sure how significant the bond between them, just that there was one. "Primal Instinct didn't send me here, my boy. I come of my own volition to serve my own desires, so put your little claws away now." Shreds of grass stirred beneath his paws, a nervous tic he probably didn't realize he'd even been doing, as Chelsea commanded him with no shortage of authority. "That's no way to greet your kin, is it?"
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Post by achromatic on Nov 8, 2021 20:09:14 GMT -5
He kept his face still, looking like the dumb, clueless cat he had come across during that meeting in the league's territory, but internally, the cogs were working. He didn't trust this cat at all, and though she claimed she wasn't here to kill him, he knew she was lying from the cat's tone, and the way her eyes glinted in the light as she stared him down. She certainly meant to kill him, but not before she got her word in first. That was why she was making her presence known, no?
"I don't know who you are," his tone fought to stay even, his eyes wide, still portraying that boyish innocence as he stared at Chelsea, "if you're here to tell me you're my mother or something, you're going to have to prove it." His expression was that of a shaking apprentice as if both clueless to Chelsea's desires and oblivious to the true danger he was in, yet not arrogant enough to think he was out of the woods yet.
The tom tilted his head. "What do you want from me anyway? If you think I'm going to lead you to Aspenstar, I don't know where she is I swear."
