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Koilagoon paced the cavern restlessly. She was always restless it seemed. She rarely ever stopped moving when she was awake. Like the rest of the clan she naturally rose when the sun had slipped below the horizon, allowing the moon to shine over the forest. Normally she would of been dismayed to be hidden underground where the moon's light couldn't reach her, but ever since... that night.. she found herself relieved that she wasn't out basking in the light of the bloodied moon.
Still when she had run from MoonClan she found her paws leading towards NightClan. Maybe it was the minor similarity of being in a nocturnal clan that she found comforting, but that's where the similarities between Night and Moon ended. If she had run to MoonClan Leviathan would of welcomed her with open arms as he did with every cat when he probably shouldn't. Here in NightClan however she'd immediately been tossed into the prison. Maybe she would of minded more if she had someplace else to go but she didn't.
What she really wanted to do was go curl up in the farthest corner of this cavern and sleep, instead she had a sheepish, almost guilty smile on her face as she watched the guards return to their posts outside the prison.
Post by Grandmaster Shadow on Aug 19, 2020 16:05:40 GMT -5
"You're not accomplishing anything pacing around like that, other than annoying me endlessly." Came the rumbling voice of a tom that had at one time been all charming smiles and seductive wit. The tabby sat at the back of the cavern, having at one time been attempting to sleep until the she-cat started her parade around the small cavern. Long gone was the charming bachelor that she was greeted with; now, in his place, was a tom that was anything but friendly. He was irritable, temperamental, and had no issue telling her exactly how her restlessness made him feel.
"I was never meant to be a night owl." He growled, more to himself than anyone else, though he supposed deep within he hoped someone was listening, if only to not feel so alone. "I was meant to have the sun warming my back, a heated wind in my face, the light all around me. I don't know what I was thinking coming here. Now, I'm in a hole. With you. Because you wanted to play pretend."
He shifted and turned so his back was facing her, glaring at the dark wall of the cavern he was near pressed against. He hated the confined space of the prison. Absolutely despised everything about NightClan's camp. He missed the wind and the light, even if it was of the moon. He was so tired... He closed his fiery eyes, attempting to ignore the shuffling of the she-cat's paws across the way.
The she-cat didn't stop pacing when the tom spoke, sure he'd been more than happy to follow her hear but, it wasn't her fault they'd both been imprisoned. He was likely to end up here on his own without her help.
"I'd say that is accomplishing something, it's not my fault you're not happy with it." she shrugged nonchalantly. Stopping only long enough to drink from the narrow spring provided for the prisoners. "If you hate the night so much why did you pick one of the only two nocturnal clans in the forest and mountains?" the question was genuine but, he might of taken it as mocking, either way she didn't care how he took it, it didn't change the way she intended it.
"Last I checked you were all to happy to play pretend with me, were you not?"
Post by Grandmaster Shadow on Sept 9, 2020 17:04:08 GMT -5
Dragondance huffed and looked away from her. It was as if that obnoxious, frustrating, attractive black and white she-cat lived to taunt him. If he had been who he was meant to be, he would have knocked that attitude out of her in an instant. Instead, he tried his best to ignore her. Granted, that would’ve been easier if she didn’t somehow know the exact way to rile him up. Honestly, it had to be a hidden talent at this point.
“Playing pretend with a pretty she-cat who in the end is insignificant to my plans is one thing.” He runbled. A voice in the back of his head whispered that he was diffing himself a grave but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She knew the combination to press to get him heated, he wanted her to at least experience the same thing. “Playing pretend with someone who obviously wanted to get not only herself caught but me as well is an entirely different thing.”
He sat up, glaring at her with volcanic eyes. “Besides, I could ask you the same question. Last I saw, you were happily sitting like an obedient little girl with all your MoonClan friends. Why’d you cone here? Did they finally get tired of you and kick you out?”
It wasn’t a grave, it was a ditch and she was going to fill it qith his blood. His death wasn’t of consequence to him, though. He had signed his early termination the moment he left his father’s side. It didn’t matter how it happened or who with anymore now.
This entire conversation, though, also made one thing abundantly clear: Dragondance hadn’t been around when the great battle between Littlestar and the sun god had occurred. He was clueless.
