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William Picked his way around the rocks by the waterfall. He had been hunting earlier and had chased a rabbit over into royal land. So now he brought it back as the tithe, it was an odd little custom her still couldn't quite get into despite growing up here. It did not seem right to give food to those who could easily catch their own prey it only made sense for the kits, elders, disabled, and sick. But he did not like being executed so he obeyed the rules. The rules kept things in order so that was great, but he just could not get behind some of them. The black smoke tom set down the rabbit amongst the other prey offerings and stepped back. While he didn't really sense others around, it still felt weird to hang out here even if he wanted to explore a little bit more. This area of BrookClan hadn't been investigated down to its tiniest pebble. William slowly walked along the waterfall's edge, peering at the worn stone and its effect on the current. Water was such an mystifying thing, it could tear away at earth yet it was disturbed by the smallest stone.
Killian, in contrast, was a cat who lived a life of luxury. He didn't have to worry about the tithes, for his family were royalty, Dvorayne of the House Sterling currently lead by Vrachii Lakeveil, his own mother. They hadn't always been this way, his line tracing back before the Monarchy ever existed, back to a time where BrookClan worshiped StarClan, and the customs the clan now followed, along with many of it's lines and houses, did not exist. They'd always had a paw in power, from the time the Monarchy accepted broken BrookClan into it's ranks and his grandmother became Vrachii, to his line aiding in two coups, first for Kerrigan of Harlow House, then for Tasman E'Clair, Loki's mother, in turn for his mother becoming Vrachii.
The tom was a kind soul, unlike some cats, his own brother Cesare for example, though this was perhaps not surprising. He was the heir of the House, the first in line to guide it one his mother stepped down or died, and though the Dvorayne was a wild and free soul, despite being blind, he never seemed to treat others as lesser for their status. After all, he'd been one of the first litters born to the Monarchy, had lived his youth in the Vrachii's den, respected for Springlockedgrave's rank, but not royalty, at least not initially. Not that he didn't appreciate the perks of his status, not having to worry if his line caught less prey due to his disability, which ran rampant in the entire line, nor having to deal with a constant stream of work. He could relax where others couldn't, and he knew as much.
His ears pricked at the sound of a cat leaving prey for the royals, and the blue spotted bengal turned his head to listen further. Hearing the cat stay near the waterfall, the base of which held a tunnel which the Vrachii and Acecoop made their home, the tom trotted forth, blinking blank eyes as he picked his way towards the sound of the other. "Hello." Killian greeted, allowing his voice to flow over the stones to whomever it might be that was here.
William paused his explorations of the waterfall. While he did not plan to go in dens, rather exploring how the current was affected by the surrounding rocks. It could look bad he supposed to those who lived here. The black tom looked around to spot Killian. He did not know the blind tom very well, only that his grandmother and now his mother held the position of Vrachii. He supposed that somehow, despite the Acecoop not being of House Sterling, the next Vrachii would end up being of House Sterling as well. Not that he really cared who they were as long as they could heal the sick and wounded they could be murders for all he cared.
"I didn't mean to intrude, I was just trying to figure out the current of the water." He spoke softly, knowing his voice would be amplified in the curve of rock. William figured since Killian was blind, his hearing was better than average. Whether that was true or not had yet to be told to William, but he had come across very few blind cats and wasn't willing to be that nosey into a strangers personal life. "I am William by the way." The black oriental forgot for a moment to introduce himself and figured it would be nice for Killian to match a name to the stranger who was basically invading his home.
Post by Honeystorm on May 18, 2019 21:47:52 GMT -5
The tom's head turned, locating William's voice with ease, unfocused gaze seeming to land on the Voiny's frame, though he saw nothing of the tom before him. "I'm Killian. Nice to meet you, William." He greeted, flashing a bright smile, warm, but carefree in a way that the non-royals couldn't know. "Thank you for the prey." He continued, the compliment genuine.
Some of the royals felt as though they deserved the prey, but Killian knew better. They could all catch their fair share or more, they just liked being able to lord it over others. He always tried to thank cats when he saw them tithing, to show him that even if they felt this was something they must do, that he appreciated the effort nonetheless. And so he could possibly pay the cats back in the future.
