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His fierce half-gaze raked the camp as he lingered near the edge, leaning up against the cave wall. He had been promoted to deputy only a quarter-moon ago, and his family had made it clear they disapproved. Chimerahunt's ears twitched back in anger at the memory. He didn't want to be deputy, but he hadn't expected the unfair accusations Tinybreath and Wyverndelirium -- his own ltitermate! -- had thrown at him. He hadn't realized how hateful they were, how useless, worthless, they thought he was.
He scowled bitterly as he glared across the camp at Wy, then purposely turned and stalked out of the camp. He was sick of sitting around and moping and for once he wanted to do something, anything, else.
"HEY! HEY! HEEEEY! Faaaaaaatherrrrrrrrrrr~ Wait for me, ya silly goose!"
Be careful what you wish for, Chimerahunt.
Sure enough, if the Deputy bothered to turn and look, he would see a ginger tabby pelt perfectly identical to his own bounding over towards him with a broad grin that was far too cheerful to be realistic. Over the past quarter-moon, Oceanscent had become almost unbearably obnoxious; flaunting his newfound status as the Deputy's son as often as he could, whenever and wherever he could. Some of the apprentices were even heard joking that when he slept was the only time his tail ever got close to the ground. But Oceanscent didn't particularly care. As long as eyes were on him, there was nothing more that he could possibly want.
Besides his father's attention and love, of course, but Oceanscent knew better than to push his luck too far. A simple father-son outing was more than enough for the next several moons.
His teeth gritted hard enough he thought he would split his skin, but the stars had no mercy and gave him no excuse to leave his son behind. He didn't look back, and he didn't need to: he already knew there would be no escaping this pursuit. He'd rather face a thousand Regime warriors than a day out with his family, but alas...
Chim did not dislike his kits, but he hardly saw them as his either. They lived distinct and separately lives and he preferred not to cross paths unless it was necessary due to the extreme differences in their personalities. They were the result of an attempt at rebellion by two cats the clan deemed inappropriate to be together, and by the time of their birth their parents had already drifted apart again, lost in their own private wars. He had done his part to raise them, but that was in the past now, and he owed them nothing more.
He exhaled as he head the paws come up next to him, and his ragged orange ears twitched back. "Oceanscent," he meowed stiffly.
A cheeky, know-it-all attitude seemed to rediate off of Oceanscent, along with the triumphant smirk he wore, knowing as well as his father that this outing was as good as inevidible now. "Good afternoon, Father Deputy Sir," he playfully meowed back. The tom quickly dipped his head in an act of seemingly genuine respect, though with him it was always difficult to tell what was truly genuine; he never did anything half-hearted, even if he didn't actually mean or believe what he did or said. That most likely came from his mother, Rainsweptwish's influence.
"I'd like to know if you'd be up for some fishing," he offered, gesturing with his head towards the fresh-kill pile, which appeared to be slowly growing larger by the day. "The nursery has been looking lively with little, beaming faces for the first time in moons, so we might as well keep 'em happy and healthy, yeah? Obviously I'm in line to get my first apprentice soon, so I'd like to make a good impression with them while I'm at it. They'll soon be honored to have a warrior as good as I as their mentor!"
"Don't. call. me. that," he ground out slowly. His gaze dragged over the came to confirm they could use more prey, and reluctantly he supposed they could, though it looked far healthier already than it had a moon ago. With one healthy paws on deck, prey had become much easier to find, and it let the survivors rest a while between hunting trips. He decided not to comment on his nieces and nephews in the nursery or the idea that Oceanscent would receive any of the kits as an apprentice -- he had gone this long without one, what made him think Chimerahunt would be so eager to put an impressionable young cat in his paws?
"Fishing it is," he agreed wearily after assessing the situation and seeing no new ways out. He moved on toward the exit, keeping the wall close on his right side so his son would be forced to walk on his left. He trusted no cat to walk on his blind side if he could help it, especially not his kin.
