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The last month had been undeniably the weirdest of Kasdeya's life. She has terrible at the whole being nice thing, and yet it seemed to be required of her on a daily basis in Dayclan. Maybe she was marginally better than before, but she still eyed cats sideways when they greeted her, like this whole thing was some cosmic joke. Still, the cats of Dayclan were infuriatingly patient. If they weren't, she could have picked up and left. But they kept watching her with pleasant expressions, expecting her to improve and adjust. She often spent her afternoons as she was doing now, wandering the territory. Evidently, she was too distracted today, because she rounded a large rock and somehow walked directly into someone else. The cream colored she-cat backpedaled, blinking at the other cat. "Sorry," she muttered, somewhat forced. "That's, uh, my bad."
Post by dualwielding on Jul 10, 2019 17:59:14 GMT -5
After so long without it, he was surprised by the warmth of the season. Again his breaths are invisible and prey was active. Clouds still lingered by, but not the dense layer of grey he began to miss. The auburn tom sat, back propped against a rock. His narrow muzzle pointed straight ahead, eyes trained on blurry figures far in the distance. Everything was calm, until a silhouette in his peripherals captured his attention and not soon after came into contact with his side. Copperthroat turned his head only slightly, still attempting to hide his crooked jaw from their sights. Even after so many moons of his accident that distorted his features, he found himself sinking deeper in his insecurities. His long ear twitched as she spoke, somewhat out of annoyance. The tom did his best not to let it show, as he promised his mate once that he would try to work on his shortcomings. Copperthroat gave the she-cat a nod of his head. "That's fine..." He spoke awkwardly. "Just watch where your paws are leading you."
Kasdeya noticed his jaw, but didn't think much of it- many cats she had met in her time in the League had been horrifically scarred. She twitched her whiskers, unsure how to respond. So she resorted to her default sarcasm. "I'll keep that in mind, in the future." The words were innocuous enough, but her tone was dry. She felt... semi-bad about it, so she sat a few mouse-lengths away. "I don't think we've met. I'm Kasdeya." A newcomer with a strange name, she often drew attention when introducing herself. But maybe this tom was new too. She felt a flash of annoyance at how little she knew of Dayclan, but kept it to herself.
Post by dualwielding on Jul 11, 2019 14:06:58 GMT -5
'I don't believe so. I think I would remember a name like that." The tom's tone wasn't exactly excited to welcome her, but it wasn't one that said "get out of my face," either. "Copperthroat." Stories behind his name weren't exactly flattering to him. Scratch having kits when their medicine cat, deceiving his mate, and then running off to MoonClan and destroying any trust between him and DayClan he might have had in the past, those whispers weren't even the least of his worries. But this cat hadn't been here long, so the chances she had time to worry about gossip was slim. He remembered coming here with Somberheart moons ago. Fitting in was the most difficult part, and not something he was interested in. The senior warrior felt heat coming to his fur just thinking about it. He gave himself a quick shake, as if hoping the tension would escape him.
"It's nice to meet you, Copperthroat," Kasdeya said flatly, her mismatched eyes still trained on him. She tucked her long white tail over her paws and sat in a stiff silence for a few moments. Conversation without insults or subtle jabs was so boring, and seemed so one-dimensional to her. But she had promised herself, and Goldenkit, that she would try to make friends. "So. Have you, uh, always lived here? I'm from Primal Instinct, that's why my name is not a clan one." She wasn't sure if she would ever change it- she didn't know what she would change it to.
Post by dualwielding on Jul 14, 2019 16:54:54 GMT -5
He nodded in return, though knew it probably wasn't idealistic for her to be spending her time talking to him. "Er… No. I was born in SunClan. Then I came here, and I served as MoonClan's medicine cat for while before coming back again." He actually missed his old home, but after Foxstar had taken over, he left. He wasn't sure if he was still friends with the leader or not, or if their kits were well, but he heard how she changed them and he promised himself he would stay away from there. The only reason he came here was because he found out his mate was kits. Otherwise, he had no idea where he would be right now. He blinked at her, unsure whether he was becoming curious or suspicious of the she-cat. "What made you want to come here, anyways?"
"It was purely accidental," she responded truthfully, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I ran away from Primal Instinct because I didn't want to be there anymore, and this was the territory where someone finally found me. I've been here since." Her words were carefully neutral, not mentioning the panic that had seized her as she had run, the terror at being discovered, the issues she was having adjusting. Those weren't important, and they were certainly too private for someone as guarded as Kasdeya to mention casually. "What made you come back?"
Post by dualwielding on Jul 15, 2019 8:48:02 GMT -5
"Honestly, I wanted another chance. I hurt someone I loved. It's hard to be trusted when you've made so many mistakes." Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid to admit it. It might be something many would often keep secret, though Copperthroat knew he wasn't justified in what he did. The senior warrior always felt something in his chest wither when he thought about Somberheart. She would never trust him fully again, though he knew he didn't deserve it. "Is DayClan treating you well?" He recalled coming here, and they weren't too friendly to start.
Kasdeya gave the other tom a sardonic smile- she could relate to the notion that it was hard to be trusted, though probably not in the same way he felt it. She knew that the cats of Dayclan were starting to trust her and, given her past record in PI, she felt undeserving of their trust. "Dayclan is fine, now." She shrugged, whiskers twitching. "I wasn't, ah, the friendliest during my first week, so I didn't make many friends. But they seemed to be okay with me once I stopped verbally abusing everyone who tried to sit near me."
Post by dualwielding on Jul 20, 2019 11:30:18 GMT -5
Copperthroat was unable to help but let out an amused purr. He remembered when he first came, he tried maybe a little too hard, for Somberheart's sake. It was really uncomfortable, pulling on a smile and pretending he actually wanted to talk to others. "There were times I wanted to just dig my claws into them and rip their pelts clean off," he agreed. "Especially the apprentices. They're a pain in the tail."
Kasdeya huffed in agreement, the smallest of smile gracing her features. "I've never gotten along with young cats, save for one." Goldenpaw, her semi-adopted daughter, whom she had taken under her wing because they understood each other so- both League runaways, both damaged and hurt. Kasdeya was proud to watch the former youngling grow and find a better life. Though she wished she could find the same healing, it didn't seem to come as easily to a she-cat as entrenched in her self-preserving ways. "They have far too much energy for me, generally. How long have you been here?"
