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[ He's a wanderer right now! I'm trying to develop his character by rping him everywhere. I hope that's okay. ]
A small figure weaved skillfully through the underbrush humming lightly under his breath as he followed his nose towards the scent of his prize. "Come along, come along~" He sang soft and breathy as his blue eyes gleamed and his lips stretched in a smile teeth gleaming. He was a shadow having gained sentience for all the presence he gave off. The hunt had overtaken all his focus and charmed him into a blood-lust exuberance. It would not be a wild assumption to be worried for whatever might end up at the other end of his claws.
Except when the muscles in his hindquarters tensed, when he leaped into a thick patch of ferns, his head arose with only a vole clamped in his jaws. Tail lashing in triumph he dropped the now dead prey and let out a little laugh. "Another victory to my name!" Glancing about he realized perhaps he had been too loud. As the realization he had no idea where he had ended up was a quick one. "Uh-oh."
She hadn’t don’t much training so far, but the exuberant young seal point had bounded out of camp that morning intent on bringing back the finest catch to impress the higher-ups. Her plume of a tail was still as she made her way through the underbrush, her paws barely a whisper above the ground as she pulled herself forward towards the scent of vole. Mouth salivating, she took another step further into the underbrush and suddenly came to the conclusion that she wasn’t alone. Having been so focused on her prey she hadn’t picked up on the unfamiliar scent of a cat until it was staring her in the face. Crystalline eyes widened in alarm as she faced the stranger, still crouched low. “Who are you?” She questioned, her voice delicate as it carried over the small distance.
Standing over the dead body of his prey the tom could only blink at the other, wondering which one of them was more surprised. He had managed to creep right upon him before he noticed her, but by her behavior it was safe to assume she hadn't noticed him either. Leaning down he picked up the vole, keeping an eye on her at all times. Slowly he twined sideways to work his way out of the thick underbrush, keeping his front towards her to not loose sight of her.
Once free of the clustered ferns and into a clear spot he dropped the vole once more to address her question. "Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. Who am I?" He gave a crooked grin and tilted his head, waiting.
Having never quite encountered a cat who wasn’t a member of her clan, she couldn’t help but stare at him like he’d come from another planet. Her mouth bobbed slightly, almost like a fish, as she thought over his words, having watched him hesitantly as he came closer into the small clearing. “Are you testing me or something?” She asked, after several long moments, her voice remaining even and dignified as her eyes searched him once more.
He couldn't help but let out a laugh at her response, it was such a joy to watch others flounder when he graced them with his namesake. It hadn't taken him long growing up to realize that while he himself loved riddles others often hated them. And even despised him slipping them into every conversation. Riddle found it was often his best defense against strangers and had never strayed from the strategy since it began.
"Do you truly not know?" He replied with a small smile and an encouraging nod. "I was simply answering your question after all."
With a small tilt of her head she frowned slightly. “It seems like you presented me with some sort of riddle, actually,” she responded. Trying to determine what it was that he was getting at, she eventually sat on her haunches and flicked her tail in thought. Did he want an answer to the riddle? She was unsure, so she simply waited for the strange tom to respond once more.
"I did indeed, can you solve it?" He wondered, though in truth he didn't much care if she did solve it. The riddles were for those he didn't like much, for those that made him nervous as she first had. But now that she was patiently waiting him out his generosity towards her had grown and his normal instance that she answer the riddle left. "The answer was that I am a ghost." He smiled crooked and boyish in her direction.
His answer made sense, and she had to look him up and down for a few moments. “You don’t look much like a ghost,” Lemonpaw responded. Being from Fallclan she wasn’t super untrusting and hostile towards strangers and intruders. Instead, she was just curious, especially by this strange trespasser who didn’t act like any cat she’d ever met before.
"What is a ghost though?" He counted with a coy little smile. "After all, if a tree falls when no one is around to hear it did it ever really make a noise?" The siamese tom flicked his tail and tilted his head smile growing as his words continued to twist further from what she truly meant. After all, he still didn't even know this she-cats name, he couldn't let her off the hook that easily. Her answer would reveal a lot about her as well.
The, unironically, also Siamese cat, scrunched up her face. Never one to get frustrated easily, she pondered the thought carefully. She'd heard all sorts of ghost stories around camp, and even went on a couple adventures with some den mates to try and find some in the graveyard once. "A ghost is a lost spirit who is still wandering the earth with no where to go," she finally answered, pulling together the stories that she had heard from the elders about the supposed spirits that still lingered from time to time.
"And if I'm just a lost spirit wandering with no where to go could I not be a ghost as well?" He countered smiling placidly. By her definition Riddle had been a ghost for a long time. Almost from his kithood in truth, after he left his siblings behind. He would have claimed to have no ties to the mortal realm either but then he thought of his nephews and nieces that Beldam so casually abandoned and bit back the thought.
"I'm sure you've met many ghost by this definition in fact."
Lemonpaw had to admit, this conversation was very thought provoking for the apprentice. “Hmm..” the smaller cat meowed, her tail flicking slowly, “I suppose you would be right,” she added, nodding slightly. “However, that still hasn’t answered my question of who you are - or what your name is - to be more exact.” The fluff of her ears twitched slightly as she grinned.
"I'm Riddle!" He beamed, leaning back and waving his tail, tilting his head and winking towards Lemonpaw. "Or I suppose I am not anymore, I recently acquired a new name, though I suppose it wasn't very recent in the grand scheme of things. But I think it will always feel rather new to me, being a name I was not born with after all." The random tumble of words was hard to follow and he seemed to have no intentions of helping sort it out.
It was the first solid answer that she had received from the mysterious tom. "I can scent that you're from a clan, so you must have received a clan name, you mean," she meowed. She'd pulled together what she had learned so far in her training as an apprentice to realize that the scent he was giving off was surely another one of the clans, although she was unsure which one.
"It's a forest clan." He hinted with a bright smile, wide and crooked. His blue eyes turned up at the corners as he considered her, she vaguely reminded him of his nephew but was already proving bolder than he had. She was not nearly vicious enough to remind him of his niece that was still by his side. Regardless it softened him towards her and he found himself lingering to speak with her when logic would say it would be safer to leave.
With a small tilt of her head she thought deeply of what she knew about the forest clans. There was Dayclan, Nightclan, Sunclan, and Moonclan. While his appearance might suggest Day or Sun, his personality and overall mysterious-ness definitely leaned more towards Night or Moon. Of course, she'd never been to these clans, or met anyone from them yet, but by their names alone it seemed to make sense. Sensing the way he was watching her, she looked to her paws for a moment to avoid his gaze in a somewhat nervous gesture that wasn't entirely like herself.
"Nightclan or Moonclan, would be my guess," Lemonpaw finally responded, looking up from her paws to gauge his reaction to her words.
"Selene forbid I be Nigthclan." He chuckled and shivered as if they very thought repelled him. "Moonclan is my home, I would refuse to nestle among the brutes that fill their nests with the fur of the cats they killed." The words held no truth as far as he knew, but he would say them regardless and hope the word spread about the sort of heathens Nightclan cats were.
Lemonpaw stared at him with her mouth slightly agape. She had heard things of Nightclan, but nothing that seemed so dark as to what he had just told her. "Moonclan," she confirmed, nodding once. "So what exactly brings you as far as Fallclan territory, then?"
"I'm getting to know the neighbors!" He replied with a chipper grin, "in truth you should tell me about it, obviously you don't have to tell me the secrets." He assured with a conspiratorial wink. "Just the fun things! Like who likes who or about your festivals. That way I know the best times to visit and have fun!"
Mouth still having not completely closed she let out a small "uhhh..." before snapping it shut. Of course, she didn't have to divulge the clans greatest secrets to him -not that she really knew them to begin with- so what would it hurt to tell him a bit about her home? "Well, as far as I know our fun things are pretty random, but obviously during leaf-fall is when we are most celebratory. I heard there's a lot of ghost hunting and parties right before it starts to get really cold!"
