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Changeling slipped through the territory on dancing steps, the pretty tom humming a little tune. All in all the image of innocence and purity, and image he wouldn't ruin quickly. For once the tom had awoken with no inclinations to cause trouble, had been barley startled by the hissing cats in camp that had fallen prey to the raising tensions. He felt untouchable, unaffected; today would be a day of relaxation. Anyone who ruined it for him would face his claws.
The tension and anarchy that had been thriving like a greater demon starved for attention within BrookClan’s ranks had left Taikatalvi feeling helpless and unsure. Everyone was picking sides; families pitted against one another, lovers being torn apart all because of the politics of the age. It wasn’t unusual — she had experienced her fair share of segregation due to her lack of heritage and her friendship with nobility, but this went far beyond the usual chaos that infiltrated their lives. Deep down she knew whose side she’d choose. There was no doubt. But a part of her wished the conflict would end and peace — what of it they knew — would reign.
She sighed, needing space from the amplified voices around her, and padded away from the gathering area toward the haunted brook. It was an unusual area to find relaxation but she found it comforting, the voices in the water like friends to her lonely heart.
The sound of steps picking their way in his direction had pretty baby blues turning to peer over his shoulder, spread out and lounging like a lion content with his control. Changeling feared very little, even with the recent murder of a Brookclan she-cat. He welcomed death, would love to stare into it's eyes and laugh as he denied it a victory. As the steps came closer and the she-cat finally came into view he hummed, Taikatalvi, friend of Tasman and Aylik. Or those two for sure in the E'clair family, she could be friends with others among the family but he hadn't observed it yet.
He supposed there were worse cats to disturb his rest, she seemed soft-spoken and docile enough. Surely she would be less frustrating than perhaps Tasman herself. He enjoyed the verbal games they played and their intricate steps they danced around one another. But right now he didn't want to play word games, or speak with thinly veiled intentions. "Taikatalvi." He hummed in greeted as he turned his eyes away and dropped his head once more. For all appearances a lazy and uninterested party, "you know it's a dangerous time to be wandering around. With the murder and all. I'm sure if you were killed Aylik would be rather sad, Tasman as well."
She bowed her head, accepting the light reprimand despite the bored tone. At the mention of the E’Clair siblings her stomach clenched but she made no comment. “I was growing weary being cooped up there. I prefer my freedom, no matter how dangerous it may be...” She smiled a bit. “What about you?”
"I wanted to sunbathe" He deadpanned, glancing up towards the cloudy sky that was hiding the sun away and had been all morning. It was rather apparent it would not me making any apperance for the day. "Though I must admit I also partially share yout reasoning. It was getting stuffy inside camp." With all the cats on high alert a stiff breeze would send them in a flurry, he found the ehole thing rather tiresome and annoying. They were acting like poor excuses of monarchy cats.
Taikatalvi nodded solemnly, an expression of deep thought crossing over her face. “Would you like some company? I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone out here but now that I have I think it’d be nice to have some companionship.”
"I have no problem with you sticking around as long as you don't prove to be bothersome." Was his rather blunt response, seemingly out of character for the pretty tom. If one forgot to take into account his exhaustion. Tiredness painted clear in his form, and highlighted by his less than stellar groomed pelt. Whether tired of Brookclan's state or tired from some physical activity was hard to tell.
She was startled at first but laughed lightly. “Of course.” Stretching low into a lay, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the blue sky with its wispy clouds. She had never been good with silence between herself and a stranger; she always got nervous and felt she needed to fill it with rambling nonsense. But judging by the tom’s form and his previous words she clamped her jaw shut. She didn’t want to ruin this moment.
Changeling reveled in the silence for long moments before he sensed a tension in the air brought by his companion. Opening one eye he peered towards her and noted she seemed to be struggling to stay silent, a tension lying under her pelt. With a heavy sigh and his eyes closing once more he broke the silence. "Your lucky your cute otherwise I wouldn't be doing this. But I suppose we can make small talk, no heavy topics though please. Lets keep this easy conversation."
She startled at his sudden compliment but smiled a bit, slowly relaxing with the release of her nervous energy. "Easy, right..." she murmured to herself. "Um. What do you like to do for fun?" She winced. This was small talk at its finest.
"I like to carve cats into new forms. Statues built with their bones and flesh to capture who they truly were in life instead of who they pretended to be." He deadpanned, raising an eyebrow towards her, which was a rather impressive feat considering he was still lying upon his side and had his eyes closed. It also made it hard to tell if the tom was speaking in jest, laying down as he was, and being a relative newcomer with not much known of him.
Taikatalvi blinked, feeling her skin crawl underneath her pelt. She decided to lay down and attempt a position that reflected his own calm one, despite the racing of her heart. Was he joking? She couldn't quite tell. In these moments she absolutely despised her inability to properly distinguish emotion in the air; she knew her own plenty well, but others? She kept an eye on him either way, even as she lightened her tone as if laughing at his so called joke. "That's... definitely interesting."
"Thank-you. Everyone should have their hobbies after all." He responded, voice slow and lazy, a graveling tone overtaking it as Changeling fell into the space between awake and asleep. "What about you? What are your hobbies? You seem like a she-cat who has at-least a few." The tom assumed they would be something calming, but he also wouldn't be that surprised if she told him she liked making something like flower crowns in her spare time.
She frowned. "Well, I..." She paused, thinking back. Did she have any hobbies? She didn't do much, other than what was required of her, and that suddenly made her feel very lazy and incompetent. Flushing against the unbidden internal reprimand, she glanced toward the sky, so clear and blue. "I..." There was nothing. She couldn't think of one thing. Other than... "Sometimes I try to spend time with... friends." Was Aylik a friend? Were any of the E'clairs? She didn't know anymore. "But most of the time I'm by myself. I don't... do a whole lot." She winced and then glanced over at him, trying to lighten her tone. "Got any suggestions for me?" She chuckled. From a tom like Changeling, she expected anything from the mundane to the downright bizarre.
"Well other than my sculpting of other cats," He tossed a sideways glance at her, looking her up and down. "Which I think perhaps you shouldn't start of with. So besides that I like to mix prey, so like putting bird and rabbit together and trying combinations. I like to poke at other cats to see how long it will take them to crumble..." He trailed off and tried to think of thinks that were perhaps considered a little more normal. "Cloud watching is also nice; clouds are so fluffy and it's fun to spot shapes. Swimming is a good one to kill time and keep in shape. Taunting other patrols at the border is always fun though."
She smacked her lips, looking down and then over to the side, where she knew what lay beyond some distance of land was the brook, a body of water that stretched into a mass of liquid that was both fascinating and deadly. She hummed. "I don't like wasting food. I'm already a bother to my clanmates. And clouds..." She looked up at the sky with a small smile, though it seemed rather bitter, "they lost their interest for me when I lost my friend." She glanced at him. "But I have yet to try swimming."
"If your still that sad about Tasman perhaps you'll drown then when you go for a swim." He hummed in thought, sounding almost chipper before remembering who he was talking to and realizing that might actually be upsetting to her. "My apologies, I forgot myself there for a moment, just pretend I didn't say that." He tagged on sending her a quick look and lopsided grin. "Do you climb? Perhaps you could practice climbing." He suggested, wanting to move away from the talk of swimming for at-least a bit until she would perhaps forget that Changeling told her drown in a roundabout way.
Taikatalvi jolted, his harsh words an unexpected stab in her already bleeding heart. She frowned, turning away from him and occupying her gaze with something else – anything else. What was that supposed to mean? Though she registered his apology and the way he quickly backpedaled, she already believed she had a grasp on who Changeling was. He spoke without a filter, but he often spoke the truth of how he felt. Was she really that big of a thorn in his side already? She glanced at him with a large smile that didn't reach her eyes, but she didn't break character. "Oh yeah, that'd be good! Maybe I'll go do that!" Hopping up, she laughed quietly and padded past him. "Thanks!" It was only when she was far past him did her smile drop and her eyes grow dark.
Changeling watched her leave and dropped back down with a hum, but her empty eyes plagued him and slowly his features grew twisted. "Ugh fine!" He huffed as he twisted to his paws before giving his snowshoe pelt a quick shake out and hurrying off towards the direction she had gone. The tom grumbled under his breath the whole while but was still resolute in finding where the she-cat had gone and perhaps stopping her from doing anything rash. Though he couldn't quite say for sure what it was driving him.
"Wait up!" He called as he saw her tail tip disappearing into the undergrowth ahead of him. Speeding up his steps.
Taikatalvi blinked and turned back in surprise, her silver blue eyes wide. Was that...? The familiar, though oddly stressed, appearance of Changeling crashing through the undergrowth behind her startled her and she took a step back, trying to resist the urge to scream. Was he coming to kill her? Had he decided this was going to be his new fun time? When he skid to a halt, though, she found herself slowly relaxing. He looked... worried. Which was... weird. Why? He seemed so carefree and... well. Uncaring. It didn't make any sense.
