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Post by ComplacentDevil on Nov 22, 2018 17:00:40 GMT -5
The tom padded around the camp. He was silent, careful in his steps. He was still unfamiliar with the layout of his new home and also unsure of the cats within. He had yet to really strike up a proper conversation with any of them, and he wasn't willing to tear down his walls so soon around strangers. He headed to the camp exit, tail flicking as he headed out, and after a few clumsy bounds, was able to finally take on his natural uneven gait. Not that anyone could see it under the darkness of night, enhanced by the fact that the path he took was under the thick of tree cover.
"Where're you headed off to?" chirped a voice from behind a few tree-lengths into the forest. The voice sounded just slightly winded, as though the speaker had rushed to catch up with the tom. If he were to turn around, he'd be faced with the young Darkpaw, bright green eyes wide as he trotted after the older tom. A flash of a smirk across his muzzle preceded his next question. "Are you gonna kill some cat or something?" he asked, the smirk suggesting he thought his question was funny. The barely-stifled chuckle that followed it seemed to confirm it. Darkpaw was MoonClan born and raised, probably the only reason the strange apprentice could keep up in the thick darkness the older cat chose to follow. He leaped roots and such automatically, only hesitating as he spoke with his head cocked to the side. Then he was back off after him again, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 3, 2018 19:33:24 GMT -5
The tom flicked his ears as he picked up on the younger cats suggestion. He smiled, tail curling. Such whimsies young cats have. He shook his head, "No, not at all." he mused, looking over his shoulder to see who exactly it was, not that he knew any cat by appearance yet. His pace slowed, allowing him and the other to talk without the threat of tripping over something creeping up on them, more for him and his already unstable leg than the apprentice. "Are you?" he questioned back, tilting his head to the side.
He was glad for the slowed pace, more interested in talking to this cat he didn't really know than getting anywhere in particular. A mischievous look crossed his face as he replied, "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not." Another, more noticeable laugh slipped out before he said, "Nah, I don't think I have the guts to do something like that. At least for now you don't gotta worry about me trying to beat you up." The laughter in his expression faded back to curiosity after a moment, bright green eyes flashing between the tom and the path before them before he asked again, "So, what are you really doing out here, huh?" His attention eventually focused onto the older cat as he added, "You're not MoonClan by birth, ya? Is that why you're out here on your own?"
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 6, 2018 20:09:11 GMT -5
The tom narrowed his eyes at the prodding questions the apprentice had. "No, I'm not," he affirmed, nodding his head once. "And I'm alone because I'd like to be, I'm used to a different living style." The tom decided it wouldn't be something his acquaintance would know, nor should he, lest the clan lost a possible warrior. "I'm also alone because when you're alone you don't talk, and when you don't talk, you don't make noise, and when you don't make noise, you don't scare prey off." he chided, making a point as he tossed a bit of leaf litter with his steps, sending a bird into a frantic flutter, flying away from them.
He didn't seem to notice the look his questions earned, or at least didn't seem to realize any significance in it. His attention drifted to the forest, eyes flicking from one patch of moonlight to the next as he said, "I don't think I could ever be used to being all on my own. It seems so weird to not even have kin around." Of course, Darkpaw never had much kin himself to spend time around. He only had one sister and a mother, his father unknown and another sibling killed while his litter was all still 'kits. But he was far too used to the noise of Clan life, even if cats weren't the most eager to hang out with him due to his lack of self-awareness. The dark tabby froze a moment as the bird was kicked into panic, watching it flutter off before glancing towards his unwilling companion. He was silent for a moment, head tilted just a fraction to the side, before he said, "Oh, are you just out here for a solo hunt, then?" It seemed he hadn't quite caught the suggestion in the older tom's words as his voice hadn't so much as dropped even a little in volume.
