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A black furred figure could be seen perched atop a small little snow dusted rocky outcropping. Just below you could barely see a small gap that had formed between two of the rocks, just big enough for a cat to squeeze through. This is where Everette had decided to make his den when the clan had moved camps further up the brook. It was enough out of the way where no one passing through the territory would bug him, but still close enough to his siblings if they'd need him. He huffed quietly to himself as his head rested on his paws enjoying the warming rays of the midday sun on his obsidian pelt. His whiskers twitched as he should probably be doing something more productive with his time, but he'd figured if someone needed his presence they'd know where to find him. It wasn't often the tom got a few moments of calm and quiet in his life lately. So he was committed to catching a few more warming rays, for a few moments longer at least. Trouble always seemed to find him sooner or later. Usually sooner.
The grey cat was, indeed, what you may consider trouble. The dedicate of Tiveronah was more than trouble, really. She was a wildfire who was willing and able to burn the entire forest down around her. To some, that made her dangerous to the point of utter avoidance of her. Others found her impish nature intriguing. Others, like the black furred tom in which she spotted, ust happened to be stuck with her by circumstance. Her greenish eyes focused on his pelt, which stood so sharply in contrast of the rest of the snowy territory. She had been a part of the royal family for moons now, in a sort of haphazard way. She had no blood tie to the throne, but she was the paws of the Tsar whenever Kerrigan needed her. That meant that she and the tom had had more than a fair share of interactions.
"Now that you're boyar, you're too good to sleep in the Harlow den?" Her meow was laced with a half purr as she looked up at him. "Your sister did the same thing the first night she became Tsar, but you know that already."
Everette had maybe, maybe, had his eyes closed for a few brief seconds when he'd heard the approaching paw steps. The black-furred tom had hoped that if he'd stayed still long enough with his eyes closed they'd assume he was sleeping and would leave him alone. But, of course, it was foolish to hope and the toms hope had been even crushed further upon realizing the voice belonged to Cynder. His ears flicked as she spoke for the briefest of moments he'd wondered how she'd react if he told her to buzz off. Before inwardly snorting. Yeah, a fat lot of good that'd do. If anything that would just likely cause her to pester him even further. The two had crossed paths on more than one occasion for them not to know each other this well. It's what he would have done anyways. His eyes slowly opened to turn and look at the grey cat giving her a flat look with his slim whiskers twitching.
From his spot atop his den, he looked down at her matching her amused gaze with both bored and tired eyes before snorting out a retort to her words, "You and I both know how noisy the Harlow den can get. Plus, you also know how I prefer to be alone."
Maybe if the cat who had found him would not have been Cynder, he would have had more luck with that. Most cats of the clan had basic respect for the cats of high positions, after all, and if she was any old viony, perhaps she would have been too afraid to bother him. Amusement flickered in her eyes as her gaze traveled to his. She caught his eyes just soon enough that she could see the temptation to tell her to go chase her tail somewhere else. We both know how that would have gone, dear, the look in her own eyes seemed to say. She didn't have to say it out loud, though, because he knew better than to try to tell her to do anything.
"Ah, yes, the pinnacle of noise," she meowed with amusement laced in her voice. "It's busy, but I wouldn't necessarily consider it a party central. But, alas, I understand that you can't be aloof and shadowy in a den of ten other cats." Cynder offered the large black tom a wink. Despite the fact that she was basically a member of the Harlow family, Everette was still rather an enigma to her.
The black cat gave a low snort at Cynder's response, which was quickly followed by a roll of his eyes at her jab and wink. He'd shifted from his comfortable laying position to a sitting position his pale eyes staring down at the grey she-cat, his tail twitching lazily beside him. As he stared down at her from his rocky perch his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as a thought crossed his mind. A brief moment passed before he finally voiced those thoughts. "You obviously didn't come just to grace me with your ... delightful presence, Cynder" he hummed as he chose his words with a quirk of his brow, "Did you need something?"
"You think I'm delightful?" she asked, her tail swishing across the earth. "Oh, I am absolutely swooning." She let her eyelashes flutter in a way that would have been charming if you didn't know Cynder. Many of the things she did were like that. They would be the kind of actions that would get a cat to fall in love with her if they didn't know who she was. Unfortunately, she wasn't good at hiding her true intentions most of the time. She was trouble, and she wore her brand of trouble across her chest.
"Must I have a reason to come visit my favorite Harlow boy?" There was a light tease to her voice as she looked at him. She had almost said her favorite Harlow, but she knew that he would call her out for that immediately, or at least she would if she was him. "Maybe I just came to enjoy your wonderful company, hmm?" Obviously, this wasn't true, but she wasn't one having fun yet.
Everette did know Cynder, and he saw right through her facade. Like, usually it was a game of chess when he crossed paths with her. A forever rotation of witty remarks between the two like a merry-go-round. At the mention of him being her favourite Harlow boy, he gave her a flat look his brow arching as if to say, "Do I look stupid to you". He couldn't hold back the amused snort as she called his company wonderful. "Oh, please Cynder. If you wanted someone's wonderful company you'd have better luck chatting off the ears of one of the other Harlows. I hear Galadriel loves to gossip." which he didn't know was true or not, but by the way, she'd been talking at the meeting from earlier, he'd say his hunch wasn't too far off.
He was slowly growing tired of her antics which he was sure is what she had wanted. He'd grown tired enough of looking down at her from his spot so with a small waggle of his haunches he lept down from the rock and landed beside her. Sending a cloud of powdered snow up in the air around the two of them.
"To answer the look in your eyes," Cynder meowed with a flash of her gaze, "the answer is no. I know you're not stupid, but that's what makes you fun. Between you and me, I think most of the brain cells of that family were split between you and Kerr, so the other ones are not that entertaining." She whispered this as if she was telling a secret. "But," she then mewed, puffing her chest, "you in fact did not hear that from me." A grin was on her face, before it dropped slightly at the idea that she was a gossiper.
"Why, I have never been so offended in my life! You think I'm a gossip?" She feigned offense at the idea. "Just because I know a lot of things doesn't mean that I talk about them, or that I'm willing to share my insiders intel with others. You think I'd have kept my head this long if I was a gossip?" By the end of her question, the grey she-cat was purring. This was all part of the act of Cynder, although, in reality, it probably wasn't an act. This was truly how she was, over dramatic, mischievous, but always with a plan.
"But, if you insist, I'm here to ask what crawled into Ker's den and died. She's got the world, but she seems... sad? Wonderin if you had any idea." There was a moment where her eyes flashed, almost an accusation.
"Good, because if you thought so, I'd be the one calling you stupid" he'd lightly teased back with an arch of his brow and a slow smirk. Despite the annoyance the Cynder could be, it was almost, keyword being almost, fun to banter with her like this. There weren't many in the forest or even BrookClan, that could match Everette in quick-witted remarks so the back and forth was quite refreshing. He lightly tsked his tongue as he shook his head, "See Cynder you just gave yourself away. Telling me such secret's. But, I guess, I must be quiet important if you don't go around gossiping with others" he purred in a teasing tone as his long tail brushed the ground.
At her question and look Everette softly snorted his look of amusement quickly shifting to one of calculative thought. He gave a low flat snort as he fixed her with a level look, "Don't give me that look, Cynder" he voiced pointing out that he'd caught the flashing look, "I'm not the one who's betrayed her. You have my idiot of a brother to thank for that" he huffed his left ear twitching in annoyance. It didn't take a genius to figure out. Though there could be more to it than the obvious, Everette figured it was the best route to go for now. Despite how Kerrigan held herself around others, it was clear as day to those who knew her. Though Everette wasn't surprised she was still going strong, despite what she'd gone through. If it was anyone else, he was sure they'd have run for the hills by now. But, his sister was something else.
"Now, now, Everette, namecalling is rude isn't it?" She let out a chuckle, shaking her head. "I know your mother and I am almost positive that she taught you some manners." He was one of the cats that was easy to be around because, unlike a lot of the cats around here, he didn't constantly act like there were ants in his pelt. He matched her light-hearted, casual nature with something that wasn't just a smack to the head, which was something she had began to get far more than she'd like to lately. "Oh, please," she then meowed after a moment. "You? Important? Don't flatter yourself, kid. I'm just bored." She offered him an affectionate flick of her tail, before the conversation easily moved to the more serious one of Kerrigan's current mood.
"Hey, hey, hey. I also have your idiot cousin and probably almost every cat in this group in some way shape or form," she chided back to him. "I'd think there would come a point where enough public executions that take place where everyone would realize that maybe they should stop being a pain in the ass." Her tail flicked back and forth. She was probably on most cat's short list to execution, but she had never gone against Kerrigan. "Although, I think it actually might be more than that. She gets pissy for a while after each time she has to demote another cat, but she almost seems depressed," she meowed after a moment. "You think it has somethin to do with the big alliance?"
Everette's eyes tracked Cynder's tail as it flicked across his body giving her a somewhat flat look at her tease, used to her antics by now. "Kid? Last time I checked I'm older than you, youngster" the tease easily rolling off his tongue before he relapsed into thoughtful silence. He took in every word she spoke. Tossing each of them around in his head as he thought of a response, the gears in his head turning. He couldn't hold back the amused chuckle at her response. It shouldn't have been amusing. Cat's being executed left and right for breaking the rules and going against Kerrigan. You would think they would have learned by now. "Guess you can't fix stupid." he found himself muttering out with the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.
As she finished speaking he paused before he drew in a deep breath. Then exhaled slowly through his nose. His sister was an enigma. There were times where she would say something and do another. You could never quite pin down what her intentions truly were. His brows drew together as he concentrated on trying to dissect his sister's current mood. His pale gaze turned to Cynder before he gave a slow rise and fall of his shoulders. "Could be. Things are changing, things she can't really control. It takes a toll on you. Being a key player in the alliance that is" he finally replied his tail swaying, "Especially one this big."
"Age is but a number, lover," she meowed with a wink. It was true. He and Kerrigan were littermates, and Kerrigan had been the mentor of Cynder. That meant he had about a year on her at least, or something like that. Her whiskers twitched in amusement at the thought. He might be older than she, but she considered themselves equal. Perhaps that was naive, as one of them clearly wasn't the boyar, but the two were probably of equal wit. They were also equally important to the Tsar's life, even though it was in different ways. She let out a hmm sort of noise, before she, too, fell into the silence that would settle between them as he thought. "Guess you can't fix stupid indeed. Unfortunately, this group is just full of stupid." Amusement again flicked across her visage, before she flicked her tail.
"I think she thought that she was going to have more control than she did. It surprises me, honestly. How did she think this was all going to work out? SunCult is not the kind of group who likes to share the limelight, and we're a mountain range away." She shook her head. Kerrigan should have just kept things to herself, taken control of Earth and Water, kept things closer to home. "Think there's anything we could do to make her feel any better?"
"Tell that to the poor saps who keel over from old age" he retorted with an amused snort and a flick of one of his ears. He rather enjoyed the silence that could easily fall between them. Which was a short-lived blessing? Because Cynder could never be silent for too long. Something he'd grown to accept over time. He once again found himself laughing lowly long to her quips about their fellow clanmates. Which he should have probably been reprimanding her about since he was the Boyar and all. But, really. He found himself agreeing with her. As she spoke about the alliance that Kerrigan had made he found himself slowly nodding along. What the grey she-cat was saying, was the truth. It was a misplaced hope on the Tsar's end, though Everette wouldn't be foolish enough to tell her that.
His whiskers twitched in faint amusement as he thought about a reply to her last question. "You should offer to babysit her new spawn for a week when they're here. Maybe that'll cheer her up" he teased the corner of his lips curling upwards in a smirk. Honestly, if Cynder had offered Kerrigan would have probably given her a hell no. Everette didn't have any children of his own, nor planned to have any anytime soon, and he already knew he wouldn't trust Cydner alone with them.
"I suppose that's fair," she meowed, but she didn't appear to impressed with the assertion that maybe, just maybe, the tom was right. "Are you trying to imply that you're about to keel over and die? I'm pretty confident that Kerrigan would be less than impressed if you did." Cynder offered another amused wink, she seemed to have many of these to give to the tom, at this. She would never admit it, but she would be quite disappointed if the tom was to kick the bucket. She probably wouldn't ever say that she enjoyed his company, but she sort of did. He was a constant, and he was forced to put up with her. What was better than that?
When he offered her his suggestion, the she-cat laughed out loud. Loudly. "Pretty confident we can both assume that I'll never get unsupervised visitation with the little punks, at least not during their impressionable, formative moons." There was a mischievious delight in her eyes as she spoke this. There was so much potential for havoc with the kittens inside her friend's stomach. Kittens were almost the most fun. "Maybe we could co-babysit. We could make it a game. Whoever gets the kittens to like them most wins, and Kerrigan will probably be more than happy to pawn them off for you for an afternoon."
