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Delightfully delicate in appearance, small, lean, pretty the tom take straight from ones story books and a mothers bed time stories. The prince charming swooping in to sweep the forgotten, lost princess of their feet. Mismatched eyes so expressive in their delight and glee, easily becoming ponds for others to fall into the depths of. Cicero was often only confronted on the monster that lurked under his skin by fellow monsters. Other masters of the game. Though even the small fish in the ocean knew enough to often sense the danger that came in Cicero's wake; they were simply foolish enough to dismissive the primal instincts that told them to steer clear.
Speaking of primal instincts, Cicero was intent on visiting an old name in these games they played. He was aware of her back when she had gone by the name Green, had of-course kept her on his radar purely from a selfish standpoint. He always enjoyed watching other chess masters. It's why he left the league in the paws of his darling Veralynn. And she had not disappointed him with the changes she had brought in the wake of her rise to Nemesis.
Perhaps Green, or Glowstar as she went by now, would prove another entertaining companion to keep his eye on.
Wild flowers were speckled about like a God gone mad scattering about dozens of different seeds to create a chaotic rainbow, Speckled Fields. Somewhere in the lavender, bluebells, and bliss Glowstar lied on her back, her paw gently batting at the poppy flowers. Heaven must have been devastated when a piece of it fell, bloomed, and blossomed to become DayClan. She could still remember when peace was a foreign word that didn't translate to the violence and gore that manifested into its own language in the league. Now the thought of peace consumed her mind, lingered like smoke and clogged her lungs, the prolonging scent of peace it... Drove her insane.
There were moments where we she could feel Green slipping out, a kill in the city here and there just to get her fix, it kept her tame. Her clan was precious and more importantly innocent, they didn't know that monsters looked like them and that often the worse of evils glowed the brightest, alluring and damning all at once. In other words, her clan didn't know better and it took a monster to protect them from the monsters outside. No matter how suffocating the peaceful life that DayClan offered her she found her unapologetic desire to cause anarchy could never be unleashed on them. They were too nice.
She rolled over in the flowers breaking into a laughter as sweet as chimes. The situation just seemed so humorous. The anarchist, beloved leader and maintainer of the peaceful clan of DayClan, who would have thought?
Ear twitching, eyes sparking alight, the tom turned towards the laughter, Steps became a trot at he headed his way towards the call. He raised a brow as the plentiful flowers came into sight, he wasn't fond of the cloyingly sweet scents, preferred the coppery tang of blood, or rich smells of the earth. But there among them all stood just the cat he was looking for, hallowed by her false peace. The field of flowers she stood within painting her a legend of old, twisting her into perhaps a symbol of innocence. How amusing, that when Cicero would come upon her she was standing in a place that painted her as the opposite if what Cicero had known her as. Or perceived her as in the times where they stalked similar circles.
"I must be blessed by the heavens. To be granted the chance to see one of the flowers of the field bloom into life as a cat." He purred, features boyishly charming; stepping into her painting. Becoming cast in the same soft cloak that the surroundings granted. To nightmares hiding in plain sight, blessed by the light of day and laughing at the absurdity of it all. Head tilting her gave her a cheeky smile, "It's nice to finally meet you Green, or Glowstar as I suppose I should call you by that name your going by now a days."
He bit back his questions, wanting to ask her how she was enjoying playing house. It could wait.
"You look and sound utterly dangerous, I used to be afraid of your type y'know. The born handsome kind."
Her stare stretched longer than an ocean, deep and easy to get lost in. She had hardly looked at him to make such a determination. Batting another poppy flower she looked his way. She was concretely, undeniably gorgeous, with sunkissed fur and large emerald green eyes that lit up when she smiled. Her tail wavered slightly to the spot next to her inviting him to join her. There was a certain breathless warmth that flowed from her essence, a silent promise to anyone she encountered that there was no one in the world she wanted to be see, but the person before her.
She held out a paw, steady and grass stained, "I'm shaking all over."
Her smile brightened more, "Well, welcome to DayClan, you may call me Green or Glowstar, though most know me as Glowstar. Serves me right for thinking the name Glowromance would be a temporary name. What's your name? Is it Handsomeface? I'm a pretty great guesser, you don't have to look so shocked that I got it right on my first try," Glowstar smirked.
Cicero let out a delighted laugh and closed the distance between them to sit beside her at her invite, stride as pleased as the cat that got the canary. "Me dangerous, never." He puffed out a small laugh and gave her crooked grin that had razors hidden along the edges; saying the opposite of his words. "And if I'm being charmingly honest Glowromance is an awful name. Luckily for you you exchanged it for star. Romance is so dead these days it would be just dreadful to be carrying it around in your name." His eyes twinkled as he let out another small laugh at his own words, giggles light and airy.
"And regretfully my name is not actually Handsomeface, so your 'great guesser' title falls into doubt in my own estimation." He purred, giving a one shouldered shrug. "As for my name, its regretfully boring compared to your own. Nothing as lofty as Glowstar. I go by Chickpea." Not a lie, as the tom did often go by Chickpea when he was out and about. He wasn't sure Glowstar would recgonize the name Cicero, not many did, knowing him by names gifted to him in the nightmarish tales others told of him.
But he rather would not spoil his fun so soon in case she did know his name. He was rather sure word of his daughters death had yet to spread from Springclan. Was positive the scattered Springclan cats had headed away from clan lands and not towards; unable to spread the news yet. He would have to urge the hounds to catch one and make an example of them to keep them wary of himself and the rouges he brought with him.
Glowstar scrunched her nose, her eyes danced with devious intention as she grinned wildly at him, "You're such a liar!" She let out a laugh too sweet for a girl with no soul, "It's alright, you can pretend, I just don't trust cats who try to play the way I used to. Don't take it personally or anything, I mean if you want I can be like-" Brightening up her gaze once more with a childish toothy grin she brought her voice up an octave, "Gee golly mister, I'm insecure and love the attention you're giving to me! But I actually just think you're interesting by yourself. I mean, you're either a villain or a hopeless romantic, you'd be surprised how much they go hand in hand. Though you did just say romance is dead so that really leaves one option."
Observation was her fatal flaw, it made everything boring. For one, nobody had a pretty face and came out of this world not knowing how good they look and navigating just how much they could get away with. Number two, that confidence. The way he went into another clans territory the way she did. He was either wildly naive or devilishly dangerous. Then there was the fact that she was well concealed, both visibly and in scent. He likely heard her laughter and approached her, people typically didn't just approach others unless they had the skill to back it up. But finally the most damning and probably most dangerous was his hello. He knew who she was. He didn't just know her past like everyone else. He knew her by name, anyone who knew her name knew her true side and he wasn't afraid, he was confident? Could there be literally anyone cooler!? Her heart was racing now, c'mon he HAD to be up to something. Maybe she was just making things up because she was bored, but in her head she was pleading for him to be something sinister.
"Anyways, I am all over you right now," Glowstar said, gesturing to all of him as she finally sat up, "So like, what's your deal, what are you up to over here? By the way, Chickpea? That's an awesome name, I love it."
"Thank-you it was my mothers only gift to me." He hummed, air going distant as he remembered the she-cat who birthed him, so bestowed with his sire. It drove her to an early grave perhaps, or perhaps she had always been weak at heart. All the same Cicero was fairly confident he had loved her, so to hear Glowstar liked the nickname she had gifted him charmed him. Though charming Cicero wasn't that hard, it was keeping that level of regard that was the challenge.
"How about we play a game?" He cheered, so peppy others might find it sinister. But they were simply sticks in the mud, what was life without a little shrill excitement now and again. "If you can guess who I am by the end of this encounter we can be true friends!" He would have offered her something else but to do so might reveal who he was. Besides, Cicero didn't have much to give, unless she was in the business of trading cats.
"As to what I'm up to over here. Well I just moved into the neighbor and thought I would take a tour." He swept his tail to indicate the land around them. "It's always nice to take a moment to admire the beauty in the world now and again isn't it."
She looked at him curiously, for a moment forgetting that not everyone tried to desperately change their name the moment they got the chance if it meant starting a new life. Had many times had she changed her name? At least five times if not more, the only person that really knew her birth name was her brother. All her mom gave her were scars and an undying love to feel pain. That and a name, but her birth name was lame, at least Chickpea was given a cool name.
Glowstar perked up like a dog at the mention of a game, but one ear lay flat while the other remained perked up with a confused expression, "So your name is Chickpea, but you want me to guess who you are? Does that mean like... Guess your job? Or do you have some kind of code name I need to guess?"
She briefly looked over Speckled Fields. Usually she'd give just about anyone a tour. She'd given one to Foxstar despite everything she'd done, but the thing is Foxstar wasn't afraid to drop the manipulator act and tell her to her face her intentions. Vera's children weren't afraid to act demanding. This guy who raised every red flag wasn't letting go of this possible mask of his. Was he some wannabe future overlord or was he already one? Her lip quivered and shifted into a genuinely contagious grin, she loved him already. Unless he really was just some rando, but even if he was she was just going to pretend he was a mastermind because that was way more fun.
"Guess who I am Glowstar." Cicero repeated, "I can already see your pretty little self thinking on it. What am I? The storybook villain, the aimless wanderer, or perhaps the fool used to caution one away from silly quests. Am I playing at being confident or am I simply confident do you think? " He grinned widely, showing teeth that gleamed in the sunlight that bathed in in radiance. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, from what I know of you you're rather quick on the uptake. And I'm sure I'll give hints along the way."
He loved to boast to much to not make an occasional comment towards his darlings. Too doting and affectionate to not let it slip at-least some of her day to day life. Besides, Cicero loved reminiscing on old conquest. And one of his favorites had been a Dayclan she-cat; she'd be so distrustful of him, had spoken of the very cat across from him as disliking outsiders. Of-course once Cicero eased inside her walls it hadn't taken very long to send her whole self palace crumbling.
He had expected perhaps more of a challenge from her, but it was always hard to truly tell how a cat would do in dire situations until you put them into one.
"Oh my God, you're so hot when you say that!" Glowstar laughed nervously, fanning her tail over her blushing face, "Credit where credits due, right?" She smirked.
She licked her paw a bit embarrassed, but hardly missed a beat in her chipper tone, "Okay, okay, buuuuut you gotta guess um... What my worst fear is. Not one of my fears, but my worst fear. My only hint is that it isn't some big psychological fear like losing my family or being replaced by a clone. And if you're nice about giving me hints I'll give you some hints too! And if you guess right I'll show you an even deeper tour of DayClan."
Her tail waved an array of golden sunlight, bright auburns, and cinnamon colors beckoning for Cicero to follow. The land was perception wise massive. There was nothing, but what you could see and that was land stretching even past the horizon. For some it was an intimidating feeling of infinity, a world you could get lost in and never find your way out of, but for some it was freeing. A place where the wildflowers trailed behind your paws and wind billowing through your pelt like you could race forever and always find new beautiful things. There was something about the place that screamed freedom and the childish temptation to just run.
"Isn't it the most beautiful thing?" Her words were warm like soft sunbeams and her eye contact and graceful movements alone could send beloved chills down anyone's spine. This was the perplexing thing about her, was she always like this or did she just become this way after retiring from being an assassin? In the league she was described as a reaper, but now she hardly seemed like a threat at all. In Green's opinion there were those who were normal cats who grew up to be assassins and then there were cats born assassins who grew up trying to fit in. She was the ladder and it didn't matter how many cute smiles she perfect with the curve of her lip or how many nice friends she surrounded herself with. At the end of the day she was what she was, an assassin that around DayClan she buried.
"Oh a challenge then!" He chimed in delight as he pushed forward, following her through the paradise that was hidden away within Dayclan's territory. A place where angles would be born should they roam the earth; a place so far removed from the sort Cicero normally traversed he found an interesting sense of refreshment in walking through the wildflowers. "A true challenge as well. Fears are such tricky things; often so unfounded." He hummed as he watched her tail beckoning him like a flag.
Cicero himself often never truly knew his fears until they occurred, spending so little time obsessing over other things that everything else seemed a distant worry. Though like Green, he could successfully say he wasn't afraid of loosing family or afraid of intangible things in a sense. He had killed his own daughter after all, tortured more than a few mates, and scarred a few of his own grandchildren. Family was almost a foreign concept to the tom.
Tuning back to her question he tilted his head and glanced around. "I must admit Dayclan territory is turning out to be stunning. Much like Caspian was when I first set eyes on him, Ambrose as well." Caspian had long since lost his charm of-course, now more like a poisonous flower than the cute wildflowers that surrounded them. Ambrose though would love these fields of wildflowers; perhaps Cicero should take him out here.
"Love at first sight, you know I've never had that feeling towards anyone except places. I could fall in love with a river or a gentle blue sky," She said, but then paused. Sugary sweet laughter escaped past her muzzle, "Even a shiny pebble I could fall in love with at first sight, but I see what you mean. Sometimes I think I have more loyalty and love in a friendship than I'll ever have in anything romantic."
For a moment their walk seemed to dull, the continuous flurry of scents washing over them like a storm from the utopia of flowers around them. Although each flower seemed vastly different than the other they were still just flowers, nothing new, not a tree in sight until they could hear rushing water. Typically no one would guess that there was a waterfall in DayClan, but they'd be wrong. Lying in the thicket of trees in front of them there was water. Mossy stones lined up along the water daring cats to venture above the pond.
"DayClan has many outsiders in our ranks, you'd be surprised by how many cats you'll see enjoying the water. I think a cat either loves the water or hates it, which one are you?" Glowstar purred while watching him carefully. There was no clearer tell than the way she stared at him like he were someone special, an adventure yet to be explored. There was nothing more precious than the unknown and yet nothing more feared than that. For a moment it was a perfectly calming moment, but of course there was something she had, yet to figure out, "So why did you come here? Really, be honest. The first time I came here was the conquer it and as you can tell I was successful," She said, shrugging modestly at her victory.
