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"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 11, 2019 2:23:43 GMT -5
The lithe bodied tom wrinkled his nose at the cumbersome way the snow clung in clumps to his fur. It was annoying, and it weighed down his paws — making it nearly impossible for him to be nimble in his hunting. He'd joined the Clan nearly a few sunrises ago, in dire search for a place to foster a home for himself and his children. His kittens had possibly worked in his favor to win over the ice-cold cats. They couldn't have turned away kits. And, it would be cruel to part them from their only living relative. His conniving plan had worked, and much so to his relief. He hadn't had the chance to speak to anyone just yet, but he was particularly excited to start asking question about his daughter. Not that he would particularly ask directly about her, or hint they were related. He'd no idea if she'd ever done anything wrong to the Clan. No, he would perhaps ask about Roaringsun — the tom who had knocked her up.
It still boiled Feynvul's blood to think that, his fur prickling with unease. There was no telling what trouble she would cause; and though he was particularly proud of her reassurance in herself, it also didn't bode too well for him. They'd never been particularly close. Of course, he'd spoiled her practically rotten, but she'd also grown spiteful of his own teachings. Grimacing, he took a seat and began to groom his ruffled fur, hoping to whatever being watching over him that her wrath wouldn't be too hot.
Cougarblood huffed as he came back into camp from his hunt. He'd been spending more and more time away; it was almost too reminiscent of his brothers. Though, he wasn't a fool like they were. He swore to himself he would never be like them. They were cowards who couldn't face their family, traitors who left the land they adored so much. He could barely even stand to call them his brothers, but they were. They were family. And reluctantly, so was that wench of a molly that stole his last eldest brother away with his niece and littermate. He hated them.
Long silver tabby fur brushed past Feynvul. He was a large tom, Cougarblood; he looked strikingly like his elder brother if they just had the same pelt color. He wasn't making his way to the nursery, as his remaining niece and nephew weren't kits anymore, yet couldn't find them in the students den either. He sighed. "Must be training or something." He muttered to himself before slouching over to the fresh-kill pile. He grabbed the first hare he could find and plopped down close to Feynvul, starting his meal with delight.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 11, 2019 14:38:10 GMT -5
The lynx point tom directed his attention towards the tom who'd sidled past him this time, interest flaring up in his gaze. He'd spied the camp after his daughter had slipped out, and he'd even witnessed her little fiasco at the discovery of her kits. The tom she'd shouted insults at — and then traveled away with — had looked almost very much like the tom before him. And though he didn't know his name, he was sure this wasn't his target of anger. He did, however, possibly hold some unanswered questions for him. Possibly.
Filled with determination now, he turned his head and eyed the prey on the pile. Picking up a scrawny looking mouse, he meandered over to the tom and asked through gritted teeth, "Mind if I sit? I wanted to ask a few questions about the Clan, and how it works. I want to understand it better, so I can help my kits more." His intentions albeit for his own gain, it was easy enough for him to make his voice sound innocently warm. He even threw in a chuckle at the mention of his kittens; not that it was faked, of course. He absolutely adored them at the moment.
Cougarblood looked up with quizzical golden eyes, rolling them lightly with a tail flick of approval. "Shouldn't you know how the Clan works by now?" He huffed. What was with these new cats around? At least she wasn't around, so it wasn't too bad he supposed. Her living here would be a nightmare.
"What did you want to know? We've gone through a lot of changes in just the past few moons, so things might be a bit confusing around here." Everything was confusing. Life was confusing.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 12, 2019 20:22:08 GMT -5
He blinked, feeling slightly amused by the tom's brashness. But Feynvul pulled a face of feigned confusion, his ears swiveling back as he said, "Lots have changed? Do Clans change a lot...?" the tom said. Of course, he definitely knew that they most indeed did change. But he was a new soul; and finding out as much as he could without raising any suspicions was his endgame. he chewed his mouse thoughtfully as he added. "That's a dumb question, I suppose. My home had previously been SpringClan, after all. I was surprised how generous your Clan was, helping me and my kits. I wasn't expecting such kindness. After SpringClan was taken over, I was driven from my home. So it was a definite relief to find WinterClan."
That was a lie, but nobody really needed to know that. Rather, himself and Diesdre had more or less reveled in the chaotic structure and torture of cats within the Clan. Well, until she had sullied herself with WinterClan blood. It took all of his patience to quell the fury lashing around inside of his chest.
SpringClan. Just the mention of the Clan made him cringe. "I'm surprised you weren't part of that sorry lot we took in when SpringClan was captured." He almost spat out the words like they were a rotten piece of prey. "You'll fare much better here than in that rathole of a Clan." Usually, or in the past, Cougarblood wouldn't have been so harsh with his words. However, his mind would be forever tainted by the memories of loss and despair of treachery. "If they were stronger to begin with none of this would have happened." He muttered under his breath, words barely even comprehensible through his chews.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 15, 2019 5:50:25 GMT -5
He was glad for the sudden hint of disdain in the toms voice, a plan beginning to weave like a brilliant tapestry in his minds eye. Feynvul nodded as he listened, showing with body language that he was indeed interested in his opinion. "That's why I left," he responded evenly, letting himself glance away as the words stretch for a moment longer. "My mate and I had stayed when the Rouges took over. And then, after she was to have kits, we decided we didn't want anything to do with our birth Clan. Believe me, it was an easy decision after all that had happened."
He encouraged his expression to turn into a frown, before he gave a small shrug and said, "WinterClan seems much better. More stable. It may be cold but it has a lot of upsides too." It was partly true. It did have his advantages. But he had also known that during Valleystar's reign a lot had happened; a lot of interesting things that had left the Clan particularly weak. To ignore such easy pickings was in itself idiotic; but then, he was driven out with the fall of Cicero.
Clearing his thoughts, he took another mouthful of prey and chewed leisurely. "Anyways. I only have my scores to settle with a few cats from SpringClan. Cicero, obviously, and his henchmen. For my own reasons. And then there were a few others. A she-cat. Though I don't remember her name all too well. All I remember is she ran off with some other Clan cat after getting pregnant..."
He let the words feed in, wondering just how much this cat knew. If any subject about his missing daughter was dismissed with as much as he gave, he'd give up on Cougarblood and find someone else.
