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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 4, 2020 18:30:05 GMT -5
The air was starting to heat as the sun rose above camp. Though a cold wind had blown through a few days prior, it seemed the sun had once again claimed sovereignty. Peonymist blinked up at the blue, spotless sky and ignored the watering in her eyes. It was from the brightness, nothing more. After a few silent moments, she turned her gaze to the rest of camp. There wasn't much more she could do to help. She'd already changed the bedding in the elder's den again, stuck her head in the apprentice den to see if they wanted any help training, and now was left with nothing else to do. Maybe Fawnheart or Softpelt might need help sorting herbs? The warrior gave a disgusted grimace at her own uselessness and kicked the dirt hard enough to make her paw sting.
Winterbrook slithered from the warriors den with almost perfect silence, his long white fluffy tail stiffly trailing after him. The duties of the day would need to begin soon. His particular duties, at least. After making enough of a fuss about not wanting to partake in early morning patrols, he was given a later time to wake up. So, here he was, already sitting a short ways from the den entrance, beginning to groom himself. His attention was soon split between his morning cleaning and a she-cat seemingly frustrated about something from across the clearing. A little too soon for such volatile emotions, he believed. Which was plenty hypocritical, considering his tendency to become fussy over minor issues. So, finishing the last of his grooming, he rose to his feet, head held high, and made his way over.
"Keep that up and you'll cut your pads. Or tear a claw. Both are equally bothersome." Winterbook spoke, his thick British accent ringing out in the morning air.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 12, 2020 15:20:29 GMT -5
"I'm sure you're so concerned for my welfare," mewed Peonymist with a cutting glare in the tom's direction. She'd noticed him get up and come towards her and braced herself for some pointless, well-meaning advice that would, unfortunately, fall on deaf ears. "Why don't you go groom yourself in front of some she-cat that cares, Winterbrook?" She wanted to get as far away from the tom as she could before she gave him a scar to mar that perfect face of his, but knew that her hobbling limp didn't inspire much fear in others. Indeed, it was an affliction she was often condemned for and loathed to flaunt it in front of some do-gooder tom.
Winterbrook snorted at Peonymist's response. "Great Starclan, if I truly cared about your welfare, I would be advising against more of your behaviors than just kicking the ground." The white tom retorted, tail swishing from the left to the right. "Perhaps throwing a kit-fit out in the openness of camp clearing isn't the best idea, if you really don't want others prying into your business." He also ignored the grooming comment with pained effort, the echo of shallow pride demanding he snap at her for that remark. "This is a public place, after all. Not a location for private affairs." He suddenly found growing irritation that the fellow warrior was so hostile toward him. Out of all cats, she-cat or tom, she rejected his possible advice? Now, that was just preposterous, wasn't it?
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 12, 2020 16:12:46 GMT -5
Peonymist slightly recoiled from his response, not expecting it. After all, most of the time when she snapped at someone they just growled and walked away. Winterbrook, it seemed, was in for the long fight. "I don't consider scuffing the ground with my paw once a kit fit, though I'm sure someone like you is well experienced in such a thing. Perhaps after your pelt is mussed?" She rolled her eyes at the tom and looked around him, for once looking for her own escape. Her life was a solitary one, and she wasn't comfortable with conversation. Normally a harsh look from her prevented any greetings, but Winterbrook looked like he wasn't so easy to sway. "It's my camp where I live, so it's a place for me to do whatever I please. If you don't like it, leave." With a vitriolic spit, she added under her breath, "At least you can."
Another jab at his grooming habits, it would seem. Well, his pelt looked vibrant for a reason, and at the very least, she acknowledged that. In a very harsh manner, but an acknowledgement, nonetheless. Rolling his eyes, the white tom took a few steps back. "Very well. Since you're dying to be left alone, I'll go ahead and grant you that." He had been in the mood to endure the long fight, but... Honestly, what was the point? It was just a waste of time. Without another word, he turned and padded away, heading for the entrance of the camp to... Well, it was really unsure what he had in mind, since he wasn't accompanying any current patrol. Despite his seemingly graceful admission of defeat, his tail was puffed out, a clear sign of his distress from the interaction.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 12, 2020 23:08:28 GMT -5
"Hey-" The word was out of Peonymist's mouth before she could stop herself. For some reason, his exit wasn't as satisfying as she thought it would be, and before she could consider what she was saying, she called out after him. What was wrong with her? It was good that he was gone! Good riddance! Shoo! Still, the same crushing loneliness that consumed her every waking minute rushed back in as soon as their conversation was over, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to talk just for the sake of talking.
That will never be for me, she thought bitterly, slowly standing up and hobbling towards the camp exit to grab the newest batch of moss the patrols brought in for the nursery. Cats like Winterbrook would always hold it over her head that they could walk and run and patrol and leave camp. She would just be that she-cat without a hind leg to them. At least that's how she saw it in her own mind.Little did she know that much of her perception of the world was of her own creation. In trying to protect herself from pain, she instead lashed out, causing pain. An endless cycle for the tormented she-cat.
