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Ruinedportrait entered the main camp, flanked by Kosma, it seemed that even though her brother hadn’t exiled her, or tried to have her killed, someone still didn’t trust her enough to let her roam freely on her own. So ever since the last clan “meeting” she’d been followed around by one of the Silhouettes. Usually it was Kosma, the small tortoiseshell didn’t speak to her, only glared daggers at her or cuffed her heard whenever she cracked some sort of joke, and it was clear today she was as serious as ever as she escorted her to Ryn for whatever reason.
“You wanted to see me?” the janus asked when they came to a stop in front of the black tom, only to be immediately wacked upside her head with an audible SMACK.
“You will speak only when spoken to.” Kosma snarled, as Ruined instinctively rubbed at the back out her head, glaring at the small rogue but decided not to press her luck by responding.
Post by Honeystorm on Aug 15, 2020 22:09:13 GMT -5
"You were throwing rocks while Bloodyrondo was speaking." Ryn stated simply, pointedly. It wasn't a question, just a fact. She was throwing rocks. The tom picked up a stone of his own, significantly larger than the pebbles she'd been tossing, and tossed it once, careful to catch it with apparent grace and ease. "You act like a loyalist, but, somehow, I don't quite believe you."
He gave her a long look. "Tell me, why do you support your brother?"
The Janus wrinkled her nose, as if she’d caught a whiff of something unpleasant when the black tom spoke. “He’s my brother, have you never bantered with your siblings before?” She tried her best to keep the flippant tone out of her voice but it proved to be hard, even for her. “I support my v brother because he is the Sun God’s chosen Priest Promise, just as I am a chosen Janus. It would be hypocritical to question the will of the Sun God. That and he has always had SunClan’s best interest at heart.”
