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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 16:52:02 GMT -5
He was a Dvorayne, and for all intents and purposes, Cesare was taking full advantage of it. Even his near death experience couldn't take the wind out of his sails, and he enjoyed causing trouble for all he came across. Today, it seemed he didn't have a cat to target, but that would soon change, as the tom passed by the dens of the Voiny, his eyes searching out someone, anyone, to abuse. Life was certainly more fun this way, and he wondered how he'd ever have been content as a lesser cat. Of course, he wasn't content now, either, and likely never would be, not until he'd dethroned Kerrigan and stood at the top of everything.
The likelihood of it happening was slim to none, but the tom could dream and plot, nonetheless.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 18:04:53 GMT -5
Roisin padded lightly back into the camp. Her eyes closed as she hummed a happy tune carrying the small mouse in her paws. Its body seeming not so small as she was small herself. The youngest of the High Priest's siblings. She was a carefree spirit with little responsibility and very naive. She skipped to the small pile and dropped her offering. Turning around on her toes she nearly ran nose first into Cesare as he passed the dens. "Oh sorry! Excuse me! Pardon!" she stammered every apology she knew. Her ears twitching and her whiskers lowering slightly. The white she-cat blinked violet eyes.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 21:38:37 GMT -5
"Watch where you're going!" The tom snapped, his electric gaze seeming to zero in on the small cat before him. She wasn't one of the Dvorayne, nor the Cyd, he would have recognized her, which meant she was fair game. As such, the bengal tom looked at her with and expression much like one looking at a particularly distasteful bug. "Are you so stupid that you can't even see someone right in front of you." The Vrachii's grandson mocked, his tone sharp and disgusted.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 13, 2019 0:41:48 GMT -5
The pure white she-cat cowered before her assailant. Lowering her frame to the ground, her ears pinning to her head eyes squeezing closed. "Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry!" she yelled gritting her teeth as if he had already extended his claws at her.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 19, 2019 12:10:36 GMT -5
"Not nearly sorry enough." The Dvorayne lifted a paw, considering hitting her, though he ultimately decided against it, setting his paw down, only to ram his shoulder into her side, toppling her over. "Get back in the dirt where you belong." Cesare snarled, glaring down at her.
