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Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 8, 2020 1:26:21 GMT -5
Snowthorn decided to let the nickname slide because if nothing else, it might give someone the idea that there wasn't so much tension between them. He didn't want to be viewed as friends but well, maybe that had its benefits too. With the actual friends the maverick had, maybe it would be good to seem closer as disturbing as it seemed. Leucisticcrow was sitting by him again, so back to the subject of punishment. He wasn't so sure about giving one out at first, but clearly his servant wanted one so badly. He might as well deliver.
"So, here's the thing. Since you're being too friendly with outsiders, sending you away would be counterproductive. Besides, you've been doing such a good job at serving DayClan. We wouldn't want to put all of your hard work to waste, now would we?" He gave his chest a few licks and then eyed Leucisticcrow up and down. "You've certainly done enough to warrant a corporal punishment... But you strike me as a masochist." The Imperial was just toying with him now. He'd already come up with something good and he knew the maverick wouldn't like it.
Leucisticcrow's acid green eyes scanned the crowd of cats watching them but offered Snowthorn a stiff nod before thinking better about it and adding an of course not in regard to his progress. He hadn't realized how bored he was until he saw a tuft of fur out of place on his paw. If he started licking his paw now it would look like he wasn't taking this seriously, but what else was there to do? He was just standing there waiting for Snowthorn to come up with some weak tail punishment. Hopefully it was cleaning ticks off elders because DayClan didn't have any elders.
His eyes gleamed at the mention of corporal punishment. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all! Get whipped by Snowthorn's claws would be the highlight of the entire moon.
"But you strike me as a masochist."
Oh, come on! He was too big so most people didn't pick a fight with him. Then when he would try to act pathetic people saw right through him! Even with all the murderers he was friends with no one wanted to hurt him because everyone feared his mom.
Leucisticcrow was visibly pouty mumbling under his breath about how much he hated pain, but knowing Snowthorn wouldn't fall for any of it.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 9, 2020 2:33:26 GMT -5
(Lmao! I thought he might be :3)
He almost laughed at Leucisticcrow's sulking. It seemed he had hit the nail on the head even if the maverick pretended otherwise. Seriously, what was with this guy? "Maybe we can work something like that into a reward," he said with a disbelieving shake of his head. Snowthorn wasn't sure how much he wanted to physically discipline the other, but he knew some high-ranking cats might be willing to help out there. He didn't want to break a nail...
"Anyway, it's become apparent that you don't know how to handle yourself when I'm not around." And even when I am. "It makes me doubt your loyalty to the clan and to me. So, until I've seen some improvement, you'll be under constant supervision. Whenever you leave camp, you will be accompanied by a warrior of my choosing. When you make dirt, someone will be with you. If you cause anyone any trouble, your treatment will be made more severe."
Snowthorn was well aware that he couldn't be the one babysitting Leucisticcrow all of the time, nor did he want to. Luckily, he had so many peacekeepers at his disposal. More than enough for him to sort out anyone unfit for the job. And if there were issues, he could always fall back on his si- Splashgaze for assistance.
Leucisticcrow blinked staring down the white tom, his acid green eyes relaxing.
"ARE YOU I-"
His gaze flicked to the crowd watching them. For doing the guy so many favors Snowthorn sure had to make him suffer for helping. Breathing in he continued, "Are you incredible or what? What a light and merciful sentence, I'm so lucky to have you as my Imperial," He finished, although not the way he would have finished it if there wasn't an entire clan gathering around them. "In fact, let's honor that rule by allowing me to take you on a walk so I can show my gratitude to you. I won't take no for an answer." His gaze was calm and if nothing else attentive, but he had looked peaceful before when he clearly wasn't. Lucky for Snowthorn he wasn't like his sister Wanderingwight who would slaughter anyone who slightly annoyed her.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 12, 2020 0:47:07 GMT -5
Snowthorn had to fight the urge to flinch at the tom's outburst, as short-lived as it was. But before the Imperial could question his safety around Leucisticcrow, the maverick was thanking him. A lie, obviously. The alternative would mean he couldn't tell a cat from a rat, which would be just ridiculous. Whoever hadn't cared about their exchange, was definitely watching now, and all the sweet words pouring from the maverick's mouth would fall on more than one pair of ears. Therefore, as wary as he was to accept his servant's offer, he wouldn't risk being called a coward. Besides, enough cats would see them leave together so nothing too awful could happen. Plus, it was within the rules of the punishment he'd created...
"Very well," he said with narrowed eyes. "I could never refuse you, dear servant." The sarcasm was evident.
"Oh, you're too much," Leucisticcrow said with a bashful wave of his paw, despite knowing full well Snowthorn was being sarcastic.
Leucisticcrow walked, then walked some more, then walked alarmingly far from camp and right before Snowthorn's senses could get the better of him he turned to face him. Instead of looking furious he looked irritated, like Snowthorn were an entitled kit getting on his last nerve. "Look, not that I'm totally opposed to exploring if humiliation gives me a joy ride, but you're kind of pushing things." He said, his ghoulish green gaze looked up to see if Snowthorn understood, but he could already tell he wasn't understanding the weight of things. "Alright picture me as your dog, that's not hard to do, I bet. I'm a stray dog, I wander to different homes, sometimes I'm a pet, sometimes I have a job, but regardless I fulfill a purpose. But now you've decided to actually own the stray dog and that is going to have a ripple effect. Unless you're willing to fight to keep me, I'd just be careful about grounding me is all I'm saying for your own benefit."
He sounded rather passive about the whole thing and rolled his shoulders back, a sharp grin snapping to the corners of his lips, "At least now my mate has an excuse to never leave my side."
At first glance, most wouldn't have guessed Gravelshell was his mate. Gravelshell was new, an ex WaterClan leader, socialite class, her daughter was an Immortal Council member. But most of all she was always teasing Leucisticcrow and was not afraid to beat him over the head with a stick if he was out of line. But then again for a masochist like him there was probably no one better for him.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 19, 2020 3:35:48 GMT -5
The Imperial could tell they were getting farther away from the safety of the camp, but he fought down his nerves. Everything would be fine. But the distance kept growing and the anxiety refused to leave. Suddenly, when he thought they might walk out of the territory entirely, Leucisticcrow stopped and faced him. There was frustration on the maverick's face, but it didn't necessarily alarm him. Though the air seemed tense, Snowthorn didn't feel like his life was in danger, so he sat with his tail wrapped around his paws. Ears flicking from time to time as he listened to his servant complain, he did his best not to roll his eyes.
"Okay," he drawled, sounding mildly unimpressed. "I understand what you're saying, but I think you're missing the point... When I claimed you, I laid down ground rules. You keep your mouth shut for my sake as well as the clan's and you get to continue your stray dog behavior. Maybe you don't get to visit other groups as much as you used to, but that's just part of your new position." Surprisingly, there wasn't any aggression to his words. It was as if he was speaking to an apprentice; lecturing them while also trying to help at the same time. "Do I want to assign cats to babysit you all of the time? No. Honestly, it's nice to get a break from seeing your face, so I don't really care that you have a life outside of DayClan. But if you want me to be lenient, then you have to think about your actions and the consequences they have."
He didn't like the maverick, but the whole point of the servant situation was to build up a critical alliance between them. Leucisticcrow was the best cat he could think of for the job, and he knew there would be quite a few risks involved. Though, he hadn't anticipated risks from other cats too. It was scary to think about, but he had too much pride to give up so soon.
Absently, he wondered who the maverick's mate was. It didn't surprise him that he'd have one, but he didn't think they'd be in DayClan.
By talking to him like an apprentice he gave the reaction of one. He had a stubborn expression, with his gaze tossed to the side, his posture standing in a sassy poise, yet his gaze was accepting of Snowthorn's words. He never had any consequences in his entire life. When he was a kit he was kidnapped, by the time he returned back home he was only punished once by being sent to military school in Renegade Regime. Any other attempts to find some sort of consequence for him never worked. Primal Instinct only knew how to make cats suffer for the wrongs they did, but for him there was little they could do when he loved pain. Now this random DayClan warrior cracked the code and it was actually working. He did want to better himself so he wouldn't have even more DayClan cats in his life.
"Fine, but if someone with a better deal comes along I'll leave you in a heartbeat," He said, "In the mean time though you have my loyalty, like I said, I don't really have anything better going on for now. You're a sheltered DayClan cat, want to go to the black market? It's not far, just in the city. They sell all kind of useful knick knacks. If you come with me though I can get you anything you want."
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 20, 2020 1:04:53 GMT -5
Snowthorn fought the urge to argue with the tom. Why Leucisticcrow felt the need to act like he could just back out of servitude at any time was obnoxious, to say the least. Leaving DayClan was the only permanent way to do that in Snowthorn's eyes, and he couldn't see that as a likely possibility. Yet, he was sure that if there was some other way out, he'd be able to find another suitable cat for the job.
The black market didn't sound like something up the Imperial's alley at all. Images of skeletal felines moving in the shadows popped into his mind as he thought over what the place might be like. He'd never went to the city before and he was never planning to go there. The city meant rogues, twolegs, and league cats. But the offer to take him there seemed like an honest gesture of kindness from Leucisticcrow, and he didn't want to be labeled as a bunny if he said no. "I suppose if you think there might be anything of value there... I wouldn't be opposed to going."
"Really?" Leucisticcrow asked, leaning in closer to his face with interest, his sharp fangs visible through his intense smile. His teeth seemed jagged up close, like a sharks. He moved his head further back, giving the tom space once more, "How kind of you to take interest in another groups culture, let's go then."
While he was a large menacing tom, his walk was anything, but that, if anything he frolicked. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn't for how happy he looked while walking. He genuinely could make anyone jealous on positive attitude alone, it was easy for someone to ask themselves how long it had been since they last had been that happy, yet that was Leucisticcrow everyday.
Nearing the city it was clear when they hit league turf, when other cats began to shy away from his presence. More impressively Leucisticcrow had the scent of DayClan on him, meaning no one got out of his way purely because he was another league cat, but because they recognized him.
"I should really show you around the city, this will all be yours to walk freely soon enough. My mom, or Glowstar is marrying the nemesis, Funk E'tan, when that happens you might find that we become an even closer alliance. It'll be even more useful to have me around for that, I'll make sure you can boss some hunters around so I don't have to deal with you," He grinned, but then shrugged, "Not that I want to get rid of you or anything, I like your style even if you drive me insane like today."
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 30, 2020 2:40:00 GMT -5
Never thrilled to have anyone in his personal space, Snowthorn leaned back on his haunches until the maverick had distanced himself once again. It didn't help that the tom had strange jagged teeth and towered over him. Leucisticcrow was strange though. While the Imperial was still slightly intimidated by him, there were many other factors that made him feel perfectly safe. For example, the way the maverick was walking as he led the way to the city. Seeing the massive, monster of a cat prance and ooze rainbows and sunshine was hard to believe. But yes, it was definitely happening. Did he always walk like this or was it just now, as they were entering league territory that Leucisticcrow appeared so disgustingly happy. If so, why did he even bother with DayClan?
Snowthorn's ears twitched as the tom started talking once again. He'd been preoccupied watching other cats avoid them while maintaining a confident facade. In truth, the Imperial was having a hard time dealing with this new territory. He only saw Primal Instinct as an enemy, and being surrounded by so many enemies was partially terrifying. Concentrating on his breathing was the only thing keeping his fear-scent in check. He had a hard time believing he'd visit this place alone, and the marriage was far from anything he approved of.
"Thanks, I'm flattered," he responded dryly. "So what did you do that has all of these cats scared of you? Or are the league's borders as welcoming as ours?"
"A lot of league cats like to go on killing sprees and will go to the city to do so. We also don't mark our borders clearly so cats warily walk into our territory, never knowing if they're in it or if we're just bluffing that they're in it so we can pick a fight with them. We also take cats to test out new torture techniques or our higher ups will experiment on them sometimes. I don't really do anything to them, but I'm usually a hunter that stands guard by the nemesis or proxies while they do the dirty work so they probably just associate me with the bad," Leucisticcrow said thoughtfully before shaking his head, "I don't know, to me the league is paradise, but my mom swears that DayClan is a treasure worth protecting. I don't really get it, you guys are like a bunch of bunny rabbits living in this peaceful meadow surrounded by packs of wolves. But I guess you guys are pretty cute, especially you trying to be all tough and manipulative," He laughed.
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 1, 2020 3:48:14 GMT -5
His heart dropped into his stomach, listening to Leucisticcrow's explanation. He always knew the league was an awful place, but he'd thought some of it had been fabricated--just another nursery tale to scare kits. Yet, here the maverick was, confirming all of Snowthorn's worst fears about Primal Instinct. His muscles tensed as they walked and his blue eyes kept flitting to either side of them. The Imperial felt like he was being watched or rather, hunted. "For once, I agree with your mom," he muttered absentmindedly as he internally struggled to overcome his paranoia. You're better than this, Snowthorn. Come on. Attention snapping back to his servant at the sound of his laughter, the Imperial's eyes narrowed. Trying? Last time he checked, Snowthorn was pretty sure he'd fooled most if not all of his clanmates into thinking he was just an average Imperial. "Funny. Are we almost there? This place reeks. If we stay here too long, I might never get this rat stench out of my coat." All of the fear and anger was making it difficult for him to contain his emotions, and the complaining made him relax a bit.
"Yeah, we're almost there," Leucisticcrow reassured.
When they did near Snowthorn could see the black market from a mile away. This part of the city was abandoned, there was a massive sports stadium up ahead, but around the outside perimeter were shops that outsiders owned. "So over here are the outsiders stands. Some clan cats want to be paid something, prey, favors, whatever it is. So they sell services or items for what they want, but because they're out in the open they have to give some of their shares to my sister so she protects their stuff. Mainly they're paying for her to protect their stuff from her crew." He explained before guiding Snowthorn into the arena, "And then inside there are shops you can purchase from, these are from league cats selling items. Even I have a shop, mine is selling fish for seashells. My mate actually runs it and she says I seriously need to stop selling fish for useless seashells though."
