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"Im sure Corvus loves you. She is just a very strong she-cat and we were all raised to make up the league the way it is today." he responded, wondering why he was even trying to make her feel better. He began to think that maybe he should start being a father, even if it was just a fling with their mother. They were still his kits; his own blood.
She just let out a grunt in response. 'Feels like she loves the idea of me more,' she thought, the idea more sad than the bitterness she wished she could feel towards it. Thought she should feel. League cats weren't sad. She tried to harden her voice as she said, "She's got a funny way of showing it," though the disappointment she felt at the claim still bled into her words. Why couldn't she have been born to a cat not of Primal Instinct? Things would be a load easier if she had been born even a rogue instead.
He smiled, "she has a funny way of showing many things." Then his smile disappeared and he looked at his kit with seriousness, "you know, no one is stopping you from being here."
"I guess..." Her mismatched gaze wandered off in the direction of the camp, her attention drifting away. As he suddenly turned serious, though, her eyes snapped onto his face again. "What d'ya mean by that, huh?" she asked, poorly hidden concern across her face, mingling with much more clear confusion.
He shrugged, "No one is keeping you here. You can easily escape. The other clans and groups would take you in in a heart beat. You are young. They are always looking for tykes to bring up in their clan or group and train them. You have a better chance of getting where you want to go while you are young." He didn't look at her while he spoke. He kept his gaze fixed on the waves.
There was a flash of surprise in her mismatched eyes at what he said. She tried to open her mouth to ask if he really thought that would work - could she really escape this place that easily? - but found her mouth not moving to respond. As a matter of fact, she couldn't even feel her muzzle. Or her paws. The lash of her tail was not something she chose to do. She felt terror threaten to overwhelm her, but on the outside all Driscal could see would be cold anger. The voice would not allow this sort of talk to continue, and as Corax rapidly lost control, the voice curled her lips back just enough to show teeth, the beginnings of a growl in her throat. "What makes you think I want to leave?" she spat, all but flat out glaring up at the tom.
The tom raised a brow at her sudden outrage but he seemed unnerved. "Okay, then dont leave" he answered simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Live here and feel unwanted. Live here and be miserable. Not my problem." If she didnt want to take his advice, that was on her. He didnt care. It didnt effect him in any way.
Another lash of her tail. "Unwanted and miserable?" she asked, sounding almost annoyed. "You're reading far into signs that don't exist if you think that's how I feel." Honestly, though, just as much of her annoyance was because she knew how true it was for Corax as it was because he chose to talk about it. It was far easier to keep the kit content when others didn't bring up problems with the League. Even worse if they dared to mention ways out.
The youngling narrowed her eyes, this time more curiosity in the gesture than hostility. "You're a strange cat," she meowed, settling down with her tail curled over her paws. Awful quick to drop the conversation. The voice was used to far more stubborn League cats.
An amused smirk crossed her face. "Corvus seems to think the same," she meowed with a shrug. Of course, that was because Corax had admitted to having a voice in her ears, but Driscal didn't need to know that.
He stretched, "Maybe you should try talking to your mother. Tell her your thoughts about her actions." He really wasn't the kind of cat to talk about his feelings but that was the best advice he could give his daughter.
