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The tom blinked his eyes, the cobalt depths shielded for only a moment by his dark eyelids. He paused for a moment, and the silence between the two bodies was almost tangible. A beat passed, before his eyes refocused on the body of his brother. If you looked too deeply, or deeply at all, really, into his eyes, one would be able to tell quickly that there was a string of thoughts passing through his head. However, he did not look lost in thought; Midnightpaw was not a feline to get lost in thought. He would often take moments to consider all options, yes, but he was not a cat to drift off into a space in his own head. His actions had too much purpose behind them for such nonsense.
"Come with me," he meowed. The silence that had hung between them shattered with the sound of his voice. This was not uncommon; Midnightpaw was the feline who often broke silences between cats. It was almost habitual for him to start conversations himself rather than wait for them to be started. This, of course, made sense due to the tom's nature. "We have things to do."
With that, the tom turned. It was almost ironic, how he assumed his brother would follow him without question. Of course, he would. Out of the litter as a whole, Bloodpaw was the easiest of them to unquestionably listen to him. After all, Bloodpaw's cruel nature was often at the behest of his siblings, and Midnightpaw was the feline at the unquestionable top of all power dynamics in the litter. Bloodpaw would follow; his siblings always did.
BLOODPAW tom | apprentice | sunclan | hetero/aro word count: 474 | users: @ian
Unique flame fur as just barely visible in the shade cast by an overhanging tree in the SunClan camp. Penny copper eyes closed, as the toms head rested on his paws. Ever since he and his brothers had finally rid themselves of their monster of a mother the tom had found that he'd become bored of everything. Nothing seemed to amuse the tomcat anymore, the feelings of hatred and fear caused by his now deceased mother gone and leaving nothing in their absence. An empty husk. Is what he'd heard a few of his clanmates call him. Bloodpaw had paid no mind to them, no need to partake in their mundane talks, even if his character was under fire.
The ginger tom never feeling the need, because he just did not care. He did not feel the need to care, which is probably why they called him such things. The only thing that could cause the tom to feel any type of emotion come at the cost of the pain he could inflict upon others by his paws. The suffering and pain he could see in their eyes, the blood that would pool out of them as his already dark crimson fur turned darker. That was the only thing that got his heart racing, caused the blood to rush and pound in his ears. Yet, he hardly ever did any of that, unless, his siblings wished it upon someone.
The tom had almost dozed off when he felt the presence of who he could only assume as his eldest brother. A low snort left his maw as he slowly opened his copper eyes and raised his gaze to meet those of Midnightpaw. He remained silent as he waited for fo the darker tom to speak, used to the way the other would almost revel in the silence. While he'd seen many others get unnerved by this habit of his brothers Bloodpaw had grown with it, had gotten used to it. Just like his other siblings had.
Bloodpaw assumed Midnightpaw would want something to do with him, otherwise, he wouldn't have approached him. None of his siblings reached out to him unless they needed something from him, or well needed him to do something. The ginger toms suspicions were confirmed when Midnightpaw had ordered him to follow him, before promptly turning around and leaving not waiting for Bloodpaw to answer. The ginger tom had half the mind to just lay there and watch the elder tom stalk off by himself. But, the thill that seemed to crawl up his spine at the slight possibility that he was being summoned for a more sinister reason caused Blodpaw to slowly rise to his paws. He quickly shook off any dirt that may have clung to his pelt and slowly padded after Midnightpaw. Just as silent as ever.
