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He had been a loner for so long, but in an instant he was part of a group of cats called the Regime and on top of that he was made Guider Superior, it hadn't been more then a few moons and he had finally learned of the roles each member played including his own and now due to circumstances either unknown or unimportant to him the position of Chaman was given to him. He accepted of course, he was fluent in healing and knew herbs after training under a traveling healer he had met on his journey, but now he had to readjust. "Chaman Ignatius." It sounded strange on his tongue, but like his previous title he knew he would soon grow used to it.
Stepping into the heart of their camp he shook out his white pelt and looked around before deciding to visit Post Kilo, he didn't often enter the mothers den as kits were pesky little creatures but since finding out he was the father of Cordelia roses kits his presence there had grown.
"Speaking to yourself now?" Le Petit Volontaire spoke with a light laugh as he slipped through the tunnels and into step beside the chaman. "In my experience that is a bad sign." The laughter hidden just there was more apparent now the longer the small tom spoke. "Those that spoke to themselves all seemed to share the same fatal flaw of arrogance." He had lingered only a moment jut out of view when the other has glanced around before deciding he had nothing else to do with his time. There was no reason he shouldn't attach himself to Ignatius like a burr. Besides, perhaps the white tom wanted some company who was Volontaire to say.
"I hope you're not getting lofty ideas of grandeur Chaman Ignatius. I would hate to have to arrange a good old fashion assassination for you." He finally let out a small chuckle as he beamed towards the other eyes crinkled with good humor.
He had been so lost in thought that the arrival of the tom didn't sink in until he spoke, he turned his amber eyes to put a face to the voice and smirked. He wasn't so much arrogant as overly confident but he knew he wasn't better than any other, he wasn't sure how he felt having unexpected company, but the tone in which he spoke pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. "We wouldnt want that now would we?" He laughed, keeping a steady pace toward the kilo. "What's brought you this way, Volontaire?"
"I thought perhaps if I introduced myself to every cat, young or old that existed in the regime then my curse of being forgotten would be broken." He spoke with a deadpan sort of seriousness in both tone and voice that would make one assume he was dead serious. Despite his words being more towards the realm of ridiculousness. "Thus when I saw you I decided I should perhaps start early in personally introducing myself to everyone formally." Stepping back he cleared his throat and performed a dramatic bow. "It is wonderful to fomally meet you Ignatius. My name is Le Petit Volontaire, son of none and father of none." Raising he grinned boyishly towards the pale tom.
His blazing amber eyes looked down at the tom as he spoke, tilting his head as he bowed and introduced himself. "How peculiar." The words flowed out, curiosity glowing like an ember in his eyes. He had to admit Volontaire was a gutsy feline, however odd he seemed. "It is a pleasure to meet you, forgive me for not knowing, but what is your role?" If he were a raiser then he may know more about his kits and their mother, things he perhaps didn't due to their strained relationship.
Le Petit Volontaire smiled widely, teeth peeking out from behind his lips from how wide he stretched this smile across his features. "I am a scout, a recent addition, I am not surprised you have yet to see me around." He hummed waving a paw dismissively, "though I must admit the job is a little boring a times! I seem to miss so much when I am out and about hunting." Sarcasm dripped from his words, and perhaps resentment was carried along his tongue as well. The tom having grown displeased by not being interwoven enough within the Regime to know the things going on behind the scenes. Hence this whole fiasco to introduce himself to as many as he could and get his claws into multiple pelts so to say.
"So what are you doing heading down this way?" He wondered, knowing nothing about the toms new kits.
A new scout, that was good, the Regime was starving but it seemed their plan to recruit newcomers was coming along nicely. "Me? Oh, I like to check in on the mothers and their young from time to time, its been rough going with the lack of prey so to keep the ladies at ease I check on the kits for them often." It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the entire truth, he didnt know how much he could trust this cat and if he didn't already know then perhaps waiting to tell him would be the smarter thing to do. Ignatius was still unsure of his place within his kits life, the she-cat, their mother was his first love and becuase he had gotten scared he ran. He was still a loner at the time, and settling wasn't in his plan.. it wasn't until he joined the Regime that he ran into her again and learned she was expecting.
Volontaire raised a brow "that is very generous of you, I would have thought you were busy with other duties." He observed before rolling his shoulders and giving a little 'oh well' shrug. "You must be being run ragged with the state of things then." He shook his head and then gave another laugh, "I can't imagine how I would juggle it all myself, I get so caught up in my own head that spending so much time outside it seems like a fantasy." He cast the other a sly look, wondering if his rather blatant flattery was working, and if putting himself down while lifting the other up was helping his cause or hurting it. "I wonder if I could tag along and observe, see if I can't learn a few things." He smiled even wider before rushing to add, "I promise I won't get under foot! And I will do my best to stay out of the way!"
