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In which Ghoulmask and all of the staff have an awkward family reunion and feast.
It was silent. Which normally, for any other occasion, would be spectacular. Except this was the kind of silence that made you want to tear your eyeballs out with a rusty spoon. They were all just sitting there. Looking at each other, looking at him. He thought he was awkward, but with all of them combined, they looked like the most dysfunctional family on the earth.
Somehow that brought comfort to him.
“Well?” He stared at them all, expecting someone to take the daring move of making a move.
He sighed. Sometimes it was like pulling teeth with these guys. This was supposed to be enjoyable yet they were acting like they were here against their will.
Well. They were, but. That didn’t matter.
“Dig in!” He ordered, staring at them all. He then leaned down and licked at the coarse fur of the chilled mouse in front of him, slightly coated in snow. They were all stuffed inside of his den, which usually offered a minimal amount of shelter from the cold, but with so many bodies squished together was actually stiflingly hot.
“Now, Scorpiontorment, you’re new to this whole thing so I’m sure you have some questions. Like if I’m single.” He passed the new knight a heated stare. “The answer is maybe.” He glanced at Hawthornberry. “Isn’t that right?”
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jul 7, 2019 17:50:58 GMT -5
Goldenlion had been watching their new leader for a while now, and thus far was not impressed. This little show that he was putting on of bringing all the higher up in the clans a rather pathetic attempt to show his power and to figure out those around him. The former knight had a lot to learn if he wanted to remain as WinterClan's sovereign. His gaze narrowed in on him, as he remained as far back as the small den that had once been his allowed.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jul 8, 2019 9:59:49 GMT -5
Hawthornberry let out a little giggle and shook his head. His eyes drifted to Hawthorncrown and he felt his ears burn a little. Ghoulmask was always picking on him even though he had a thing with the other 'hawthorn' marquess. He sometimes wondered how she felt about it. "I'm not sure, Ghoulmask. What about that cat from the other day?" He responded cheerily with a wink before taking a bite out of his own mouse.
Sensing the tension radiating off of the golden haired marquess, Ghoulmask raised an eyebrow — an action that could be construed as quizzical or challenging . He liked to think it was both. Smirking at Hawthornberry, despite the irritation that flared up at the tom’s ‘lil ol me’ behavior, he nodded his head slowly at his words, looking thoughtful.
“Yes, Barrenfrost is quite charming isn’t he?” His sapphire blue gaze dragged itself over to the knight, glittering mischievously.
Mistyveil stared him down, her dark sapphire blue and pale frosted blue eye watching him with the intensity of hail. He looked at her as if he was going to go insane if she stared a moment longer, but she didn't blink, because if anything was going to happen tonight, it was that she was winning this staring contest. She listened as he tried to throw her off his trail by asking her all the rest to dig in, maybe the other suckers would fall for it, but she was just going to continue staring him down. That is until he looked the other way at Scorpiontorment. She smiled, she won. It was the little things that made life worth while. With that she dug in like a bear slurping up sweet smoldering hot honey nectar. Not that this would do anything, ever since that WinterClan deity cursed her with eternal starvation it had been exactly that. There wasn't a moment she wasn't hungry and no amount of food was ever going to change that.
Barrenfrost licked his lips after taking a bite before catching his name. He was basically brushed up against everyone and maybe there was a point in time he hoped to be leader of this clan, but now, after sitting in the leaders den he would literally never fit in. Lifting his head in response he mumbled between chews, "Yeah, mmm, I am."
Swallowing the rest of his food he sat up a little more respectably despite the cramped quarters, "Like one time there was this hot smoking hunk of beauty strolling through our clan. Wide swinging hips, fluffy white tail, really got my heart going. And this elderly outsider came along all like, I lost my two-legs please help. But you know me, I don't fall for the old I'm weak and frail act, I bet she was like two years old, acting like she was fourteen or something. So I went over there and sucker punched that old kittypet right in the face. Unfortunately that fine piece of beauty fell for the weak and frail act and was horrified by my behavior and has since never talked to me again. But I'm telling you I saved that guy life. Anyways, that's how charming I am, I'm willing to punch fake old cats to fend hotties," Barrenfrost explained before taking another bite of his rabbit.
Despite himself, Ghoulmask snorted and took a bit of the prey at his paws. “Thank you for your story time. If it’s any consolation, you won’t have to sucker punch any old guys to win me over.” He winked at him and turned to the others.
“Since we’re sharing, does anyone else have a story they’d like to tell?”
He looked at Mistyveil, raising an eyebrow. Did he want to know her story? ... Nah, that’d take too long.
