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She had kept her expression flat, giving away none of the frustration at being caught eavesdropping. Fortunately no other cat was nearby, but a cat so freshly allowed in the camp, a cat so recently a runaway, pointing her out and as casually as he did definitely sparked at least a little annoyance. Even if he was older and thus had more experience. However, as she begrudgingly heeded his request - curse that hopeful grin that not so much pulled at what little emotions she allowed but piqued her curiosity - she didn't care about showing such frustration to her brothers. She rolled her eyes and twitched her tail, her low voice edged with the same feelings portrayed in her body language. What sort of cat would call out her, a former frozen and knight? And who would be foolish enough to seek private audience with all three littermates? Obviously someone who hadn't quite caught on to how things ran in WinterClan if he thought he had much the right to bother cats as important as they.
As she relayed the older tom's request, though, she found herself urging her brothers to listen. Even if only because she wondered what he had to say. "Maybe it'll be something interesting. Who knows. And if it's a waste of time, we'll know to ignore him in the future." She focused her gaze more firmly onto Barrenfrost as she added, "And we'll know there's no harm to the Clan in doing to him as we wish." She was well aware of her brother's darker, more sadistic tendencies, and she would hardly be surprised if he chose to take out those tendencies on the former League cat if this turned out to be pointless.
His impressive thick-furred mass sprawled over the ground as he lay at his sister's paws, examining the space between his claws and slowly extracting a pine needle that had tangled between his pads. His focus was on his task, carefully maneuvering it with his teeth and tongue so it wouldn't break and embed itself further in his flesh, until he had freed it entirely and spat it out onto the ground. His toes flexed, testing; then he rest his paw on the ground and lazily turned his golden gaze upward to his sister.
"I don't see why not," he drawled, "it's about time I meet this newcomer, anyway."
The frigid tom rose to his paws and stretched long and slow, thick coat ruffled and dark. Though he didn't appear to be interested, his siblings knew him better; his manner was slow and tempered, but he wanted to know, and he wouldn't be easily deterred once he made up his mind. He was a cautious tom but he always had a trusting ear for his family.
Barrenfrost had the kind of massive paws that made the ground quake, you could feel him coming. His snow leopard form followed at a slower pace than the rest, his ice blue gaze carefully observed their surroundings. Truthfully, he'd much rather catch this intruder, but Violahope wanted to hear him out and while he did thing he was strong, he recognized that mayyyybe he wasn't always the smartest. Violahope was steps ahead, he trusted that if she thought this was best than it probably was. Truthfully even if WinterClan was a bit of a mess with its constant changes, he was happy for it. Greysin hadn't always been treated the best with past leaders even if Violahope and him had done well.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just take us wherever. I bet he's just trying to sell us prey, probably will ask for a mysterious favor in the future. They go clan to clan selling scrawny prey, don't fall for it if this is the case," Barrenfrost warned his siblings about this thing that probably no other cat had heard of and may not even be real.
She gave a roll of her eyes, though with her head turned away so Barrenfrost wouldn't notice. "He's not selling us prey," she told him, certain of that fact. "And even if he was, it's not like he could force any of us to follow through on any 'mysterious favors'." She exaggerated the last two a little, glancing towards her brother again before turning her attention towards following the older tom's directions. "He's been part of the Clan long enough to get a full name anyways. He's not some random rogue sitting around at the border." She tilted up her muzzle as the scent of the cat they were talking about reached her. She gave a flick of her tail, waving her brothers ahead, waiting for them to pass her before falling into step just behind their shoulders.
He had seen all three of them in passing. Enough to get a sense for who they were. Enough to realize each of them were dangerous, life-threateningly so, in their own way. But he couldn't exactly go talk to them in the middle of camp. He had acknowledged he could very well not walk away from this. If they only listened enough to understand, assuming of course that his own guesses were correct, then he wouldn't mind. He might've tried to make himself look presentable, grooming his tri-colored fur sleek in preparation, but he was still a newcomer to WinterClan. His fur fluffed up instinctively against the cold as he waited. Perhaps some of his nerves contributed. Then he heard voices, just loud enough to hear but not quite make out. He tried to force himself to relax - it was all just guesses, and he certainly couldn't ask Razorkiss to confirm - before they came into view.
He gave the trio something like a bow, a little awkward from his seated position, before he spoke. Even if they were simply passing by, he knew Barrenfrost had power in the Clan. He had status, and the other two had respect. It seemed like he should show them that he recognized and acknowledged that before he started questioning them. "Greetings," he meowed in a low voice, looking over each one after the other. He saw details - Greysin's markings and eyes; Violahope's smaller, sleeker build - that he thought looked familiar and others - the toms' size and paws; Barrenfrost's colors - that produced a twinge of pain to recognize. But he had to be certain. "I'm sure you're all wondering what I want to talk about." He nodded his head towards the open, snowy space in front of him, a gesture for the trio to sit that he hoped they'd follow.
"Yeah, kind of," Barrenfrost said with an impatient tone of voice, but his body language seemed more uninterested. He was only here for Violahope, but at the same time there was something wedged into his claws that was really bothering him. He nipped at it a bit waiting for the tom to speak. What even was stuck in his claws? Was it seriously a pebble, gross, it hurts so bad.
Greysin shadowed his brother and halted a few tail-lengths away from the newcomer, eyes narrowing slightly as he appraised him with a quick flash of his gaze. His brow quirked upward slightly but he said nothing. His thick fur was tidy, too tidy to be natural, so this meeting must have been important enough to groom for. He didn't like that; the soldier preferred to know exactly the importance of every meeting and he hated it most of all when other cats knew what he did not. Already they were starting off on the wrong paw, the stranger had information they did not, but there was nothing they could do to remedy that.
His thick fur remained flat to his sides as he stalked closer, but he raised his head and remained tensely alert, prepared to strike at a moment's notice. Even with his pelt soon he was large and intimidating, they all were, and he was not concerned about a fight: three of them could handle any cat with ease. It was a warning, primarily, to the stranger to keep his toes in line.
His ear flicked in acknowledgement, a reluctant agreement with Barrenfrost, at the question.
