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Tigerlily entered into the prison just as dawns light peaked over the horizon painting strokes of burnt oranges, hazel, and purple blended pinks merging with the fading twilight. After a long night Tigerlily was ready to get some sleep now that she was used to NightClan's nocturnal schedule. The guard at the den nodded to her allowing the dazzling white bengal inside. Lately NightClan had been obtaining more prisoners than average making for a bit of a dangerous walk on her way back to her private quarters.
Tigerlily stood apart from the other NightClan warriors for more than her looks. It was well known that her father was dating Flamingstar and had given her to Flamingstar as a gift to serve her every beck and call. It was clear that Tigerlily was more of a glorified pet than an actual warrior. She was gorgeous like she belonged as an expensive pampered kittypet, she didn't perform warrior duties such as patrolling or hunting, but rather cleaned and tended to Flamingstar. Most NightClan cats felt sorry for her, but in the prison Tigerlily was able to escape most of the pity even though she was certain they knew just about her just as much as any NightClan cat. Word still got around and she knew just how much time prisoners were allowed outside.
In the corner of her eye she spotted someone knew and paused on her way to her nest to look at the she-cat, "Are you new?" Tigerlily asked, her French accent thick and stunning.
The dark grey ticked tabby crouched with her limbs tucked beneath her and her fluffy tail curled before her. Her vivid eyes, full of thoughts that would never grace the ears of others, remained trained on the nearby cavern wall. She spent many days like this until given the opportunity to go outside. Sitting in silence, thinking about the day she'll get the chance to prove herself worthy of truly living among the ranks of Nightclan. The protection and food are the things she truly sought after, of course. To no longer hope she would get a meal every day, and to no longer feel as if turning her back on any corner of the woods meant certain death. Lowering her gaze with a silent exhale through the nostrils, an ear swiveled to face the sound of pawsteps. Breaking her bland trance, Foxfire's face followed her ear. Spotting a bengal she-cat, her interest only vaguely piqued. The feline seemed somewhat familiar... Probably that cat she'd heard guards murmuring about from time to time.
"I am." The reply was short and curt, as guarded as Foxfire's crouched posture. Without much else to say, she continued to observe Tigerlily, waiting to see whether or not her next move would continue conversation or leave her to continue her pointless staring.
"I suppose I have time then," Tigerlily said, as she walked over, filling the distance between her and Foxfire, sitting down with her plush white tail curled around herself. There was no way in any realm of existence that Tigerlily was a warrior, she had a god given genetics and a body built for a model, not a muscle toned warrior. "My name is Tigerlily, I'm a little new here myself, I've been living here for almost three moons now. My father doesn't tolerated rogues so he felt it would build character and modesty to have me join a clan. How about you, what brought your paws to NightClan's dark little palace?" Her voice was slow, it took its time to radiantly capture every sound. It was like a low seductive growl, it wasn't smooth, but the sharp edges of her tone could catch onto a cats emotions freeing more than what someone wanted to show.
So many questions... So much talking. Foxfire didn't make any attempt to get up and move when Tigerlily sat, not showing aversion. Watching the bengal approach, however, gave her the time to observe Tigerlily's build. Even one as dainty as her, she looked so strong. All these Clan-born cats had muscles rippling beneath their beautiful glossy coats. A mixture go genetics and training, Foxfire guessed, is what gave Clan cats such impressive looks. It made her feel smaller and weaker by comparison, even if she had only just joined. She didn't even consider how time living within Nightclan would change her. Ah, but these were thoughts of self-pity.
A pretty pelt and good blood were nothing if you couldn't live up to it. Foxfire had the experience of living on the edge for weeks at a time. She had no formal combat training, but knew how to survive. She was tough. "Foxfire." The she-cat nodded in response to Tigerlily's introduction. "I sought this place out. Tired of being hungry, figured I'd have a bit of an easier time if I sided with one of these Clans I kept hearing about." Trailing off for a moment, she peered up at Tigerlily, a glint of cynical humor in her eyes. "Guess I chose the wrong Clan to join, hm? Didn't think I would be welcomed with open arms, but prisoner?"
She thoughtfully took account of what Tigerlily told her. Father brought her into the Clan? So, she really did have a good bloodline. "And what do you mean by building character and modesty? Does your pops think it'll build character for you, or that it'll paint him in a modest light?" Foxfire ended her words with a light snort, finding either answer ridiculous.
"Yes, the forest clans are very much a cult society ensuring that only those with subservience enter their clans. It's why I'm here, my father felt it would keep me in line to serve Flamingstar. My family has a bit um..." Tigerlily hesitated, after all this was the first cat who didn't know her father was the graduation serial killer or how her family were the outcasts of the Eerie family tree. But one way or another Foxfire was going to learn, "Murderous tendencies, so he is ensuring I don't go down the same path. But, I can help you up that social ladder if you're interested."
She considered telling Foxfire that DayClan and SwiftClan would accept her easily in a heartbeat, but NightClan needed more loyal warriors and quick. Speeding up Foxfire's prison sentence would be a benefit for everyone, not that she needed to know this.
Foxfire cast a somewhat suspecting glance at Tigerlily. Remaining quiet for a moment, the she-cat seemed to be thinking over what to answer with carefully. "A very gracious offer that you don't provide everyone, I'm sure." It was clear the prisoner was very unsure of Tigerlily's intentions. Living on your own for such a long time, you learn to take everything another cat says with a grain of salt. You really had nobody to trust but yourself. "But I'm not sure I should buddy up with a cat who's being used as a gift within a family of murders. You understand, yeah?" Moving from her crouched position to sitting upright, it would seem Tigerlily had more of her attention now. Even if she wasn't ready to jump on the offer, it was clear that she was willing to listen. "Cats who make deals are cats who specialize in lying. Not to make any quick assumptions about you, of course..."
Tigerlily only smiled, a slow curl of her lips in response to Foxfire's theory. Maybe she offered this to everyone, maybe not, fact was she was new too and for that reason it was hard to get an idea on what was normal for her. "I'm also a cat who doesn't beg to make deals or wastes time with those who couldn't pad across a stone path in water out of fear that one will slip under your weight. The choice is entirely yours, this is less of a deal and more of an offer."
Foxfire's eyes narrowed, thinking about this cat and her apparent offer. Offer implied she didn't want anything in return; but that's not how life worked, was it? She wasn't foolish. "So, am I to assume you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Her question was almost accusatory, tone thick with the suspicion that Tigerlily had ulterior motives. Those motives weren't clear now, but Foxfire had been burned too many times in the past to forget that every agreement came with a price. "Pardon my constant hesitation, but I think you know as well as I do that offer is the wrong word. You want something out of helping me climb the social ladder. You won't explicitly say it, but you do. And you strike me as the type that doesn't want me to do her chores anytime soon. You want me in your debt, because if I'm in your debt, I'll come in handy years from now when your pelt is on the line." While Foxfire remained at a steady volume, her tone was certainly becoming more assured.
"With that said..." A thoughtful exhale gently blew from her nostrils. "I'm not necessarily rejecting. Tell me what you have in mind, how you can help me climb the social ladder. We'll see if we can work something out." Her ember-colored eyes glinted in dull mischief; two could play at this game.
"Call it curiosité, kitten," Tigerlily purred, trouble twinkled in her aquamarine eyes, but judging by her relax demeanor she had confidence that Foxfire was going to have no trouble accepting.
"I am Flamingstar's personal servant, if you come and help me serve her one time I know I can convince her you are worthy of being a warrior, no long waits necessary. All you will need to do to prepare is learn some pampering techniques to keep up long enough for me to convince Flamingstar of your loyalty." Her French accent gave allure and elegance to every word she said.
She had no quarrel against NightClan, opposite really, she could see Foxfire being a good spy for her. She loved Flamingstar and spied for her, but she needed a warrior out in the field to do a better job at thoroughly outing traitors. To have Foxfire in her debt would be excellent for finding any rebels before they began. Normally she would be hesitant to give a prisoner this kind of ability to climb the social ladder so fast, but she did believe that Foxfire genuinely wanted to be a NightClan warrior. There was little reason to not help her at this point.
