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The brown tabby couldn't remember the last time he'd properly interacted with a single one of his clanmates, including his own mate, Koilagoon. After the discovery of his mother's whereabouts and the question of her health still unanswered, he had self-isolated, preferring the company of his thoughts and memories than the hollow offerings of reassurance that didn't change a thing.
At this point, he hadn't much care for rank or clan; in his mind, he had obtained the role of loyal guard out of barbaric behavior than genuine skill or honor. He would have left by now to traipse the unsteady paths laid before him in the whispers about his mother, if not for his dearest one. Though he hadn't seen or spoken with her in some time, he still cared for her greatly. She was his heart and his world. He had vowed he would give her a life of comfort and plenty; he never went back on his word.
Still, he understood he was failing. Where her voice had once offered him comfort when nothing else could, the same couldn't be said in the past moons. He was focused wholly on his mother. Was she happy where she was? Was she safe? Did she regret leaving him with her mentally unstable mate? His father who preferred torture over praise to manipulate his actions.
The tabby shifted in his position near the border, hidden in the shadows, eyes that appeared to be pools of molten lava and flame glowing ever so slightly in the darkness. He had sat vigil right here for the last few suns, only retreating when the moon was high and the patrols across ceased for the night. Despite NightClan's nocturnal culture, he had trained himself out of it. It wasn't particularly difficult; a son of SunClan and, perhaps, a son of his mother's birth clan, living a diurnal life was far more natural. He knew his clanmates were suspicious of his actions, though. Briefly he wondered what they thought. Did they believe him to be a spy? Were they waiting for him to officially betray their trust?
A smirk grew on the corner of his mouth despite himself. It wasn't a happy vision and surely would result in his being driven away from another potential home, but part of him longed for it. Without obligations, perhaps he would be able to travel and find answers.
Edited Dec 10, 2020 15:15:50 GMT -5 By ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ
She may not have been the leader's favorite, but as she was among Jetstar's inner circle, few details escaped Dancingdragon. The Trusted prowled close to the border where she could detect the scent of NightClan strong on the wind; as good as he may have blended into the shadows, either he was careless or stupid (maybe both) to have not erased the aroma of his homeland. He smelled of pine and starshine-- or what she assumed starshine might smell like-- which was a far cry from SpringClan's petrichor and flowering fields scent. She stopped a few mouselengths from him and regarded him with an air of authority that was a tick away from crossing over into aggression. She would play nice, for now.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 22, 2020 23:25:03 GMT -5
The brown tabby tom stilled before straightening his spine and padding closer to the she-cat, noting her wary posture and narrowed eyes. She was trying to come across as big and tough โ he could see the nerves crawling like ants under her pelt. He personally didn't understand why, though. He wasn't exactly a threat. "They aren't." Admittedly, he had no idea how this 'Jetstar' identified, but he had enough of his own experiences to know that assuming wasn't going to win him any points. Some may have heard about SpringClan's leader, but he was a rather sheltered tom, focused on his mate and his responsibility as a loyal guard than anything else. That was both a good and bad thing. "Do you know a she-cat named Eternaltwilight?"
He glanced behind her, as though expecting someone to walk out from the shadows across the border. Part hope, part unease flashed in his dragonfire eyes.
She bit back whatever saucy response was igniting at his proximity to the border and the way he'd just decided to march on over here from the boondocks on his own accord. Being a Trusted had its perks-- but maintaining civility when she just wanted to chase him off was not among those perks. His question seemed to grab her attention and diminish the antagonistic avenue of conversation she'd been fully prepared to stroll down, however. Still apprehensive but now intrigued as well, when she spoke again her tone was less hostile, though the ivory fur along her spine was still bristling ever so slightly. "I may. What's it to you?" She wasn't going to make it easy for him; he was still an outsider, and Dancingdragon was not a fan of outsiders.
Post by ัะฝฮฑdowโฉ on Dec 26, 2020 11:56:10 GMT -5
[ i completely forgot you edited your post with your reply, so i was just sitting around like 'is this thread still happening? TT' facepalm ]
Dragondance blinked, flabbergasted. That wasn't the response he was expecting. In all fairness, he knew if their roles were reversed, he wouldn't have said a single thing. Granted, she could be lying to him. Perhaps she was curious how he'd react if he thought there was hope. Perhaps she thought he was hunting someone down, or crossing boundary lines in multiple ways. He bowed his head.
