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The pretty white she-cat bounced back into camp, a rather large rabbit in her grasp. It had taken her all morning to catch something, mainly because she kept getting distracted by the beauty of the freshly fallen snow. Perhaps that was why her catch had nearly walked into her jaws. Setting it down on the meager pile, she scanned the camp for her family. It seemed they were all out and about doing whatever it was they had been tasked with, though she was pretty sure her dad was in with her new step-mother and siblings. Frankly she didn’t think those kits were really her dad’s, the timeline didn’t work out. But they were cute regardless and Smokesignal acknowledged them as his to basically anyone who would listen to the tom gush over his newest family members.
Dizzyspell was content, her family was happy again after the loss of her mom six or so moons ago. She missed her mom, but the joy her father had over Blackthornfate’s kits was infectious. Perhaps the litter would like the rabbit. It was a large litter and they had to be eating real food by now. Deep in her thoughts she stumbled over a rise in the floor of the cave and found herself face first on the hot springs. Sitting up she realized how used to the old camp she had been.
Agonywail's morning took a rather different picture than the she-cat's. He spent his morning in the prison. He wasn't the Knight in charge of the place, but his first assignment was there, and he did some damage. Some of the prisoners talked back to him, so he had to administer a punishment. In lieu of the typical beatings, he opted for a more creative solution. He stuffed their ears and noses with pine sap and made them leave it alone to dry. He watched the writhe about in their sleep to try to find some semblance of comfort, and then fail. Inevitable they'd scratch at the sap, and that was what he was there for every morning. He repaired whatever damage they did, and lengthen their punishment accordingly.
He left the prisoner's den with a large piece of tree bark in his mouth with globs of sap still on it. His paws were also covered in the stuff, so he made his way to the hot springs to clean up before it hardened. It took some vigorous scrubbing in the hot water with some claw work, but eventually he got the stuff off his paws. Then he jumped back at the splash made by Dizzyspill's fall. The charcoal bengal's amber eyes glared at her. "Really?" His voice had a thick Arabic-like accent. He didn't speak English when he came to WinterClan, and his accent was one of a few relics from that time. "
“What?” Dizzyspell looked over at the knight. The charcoal Bengal was certainly unique looking with his short, dark fur. Honestly she did not know how he stayed warm. Overall he was an odd cat who seemed to have a permanent bad attitude. Dizzyspell was to exact opposite, almost always in a cheery mood. Perhaps it annoyed others but she just thought life was too short to not enjoy every moment. “It’s just a bit of water.” She shrugged as she shook out most of the water from her coat.
[Minor detail, but he does have a longer coat. There's a subtype of bengals called chasmeres. No biggie, but thought it was worth mentioning ]
He snorted and shook out the part of his coat that got wet. He didn't scowl or do anything too hostile, but his voice betrayed his annoyance and overall bewilderment that Dizzyspell actually fell into the pool. "Yeah, well, I didn't expect to... never mind. I would have thought that walking on mountains would have made you less... clumsy." He turned his attention to the rabbit in her jaws, and he chuckled. "Well, maybe not that clumsy. You couldn't be clumsy and catch that monster."
(Interesting, didn’t know they had longhair versions)
“Oh no I waited a long time for it to basically walk into my jaws.” Despite her distracted nature, Dizzyspell could sit still for hours. Yet she did get distracted watching the beauty of the world. “I guess I’m just not used to this camp yet.” She shrugged it off, her fluffy coat seemed to shed water as well as any WaterClan cats. Generations of her family living in WinterClan had led to a coat that kept her warm and dry, shedding water while not letting snow through. She would be considered a perfect specimen if not for her partial deafness in her right ear. Of course it hardly bothered her, she just kept others on her left side.
He didn't know she was serious about the first thing she said. Did she really wait in the snow for hours? No way. No one here had the patience for that... but she did just walk into a pool of water for no reason. Maybe there was a bird or something. "Well, we have been her for awhile, and the springs don't move very fast..." He raised a brow. "Maybe you are just clumsy after all." Unlike her perfect WinterClan features from her light fur to her subtle eyes, his screamed the opposite. His eyes were the color of fire, and his fur the color of the darkened ash left behind. "Maybe the rabbit was clumsy too."
“You really should pay attention to the world around you, there is just too much to watch the ground.” Dizzyspell missed the irony of her statement. It also helped that it was easy for her to zone out the sounds and just watch things, lost in her own thoughts. Her statement had been an exaggeration, the rabbit really had just emerged from an unseen den. Though it was the most successful way for her to catch prey, ambush was her special skill. She could sit for hours motionless, only to move when spurred on my sudden movement.
"I do pay attention to the world around me. I have shown you why." He dipped his paw into the hot springs and splashed some water into her face. His voice picked up a far more playful tone. "I don't walk into springs, I throw the water onto everyone else." He wasn't typically the playful type, but it was kind of impossible to not fall into those base instincts around the she-cat. She just brought that side out of him, even if those edges were creeping back in with every passing moment.
"Well, I guess you need to feel the world more than just look." Agonywail seemed so serious even now, it was like he didn't know how to have fun. She swished her tail, sending ripples of water back at the bengal. Dizzyspell took advantage of her privilege as pure-blooded to learn how to enjoy herself. Life was just awful if you didn't find the joy in life.
He chuckled and gestured to his many scars with his tail. "Oh, I have felt the world plenty of times over. Nothing makes me want to just... be more like you." He paused. "It's just not a way I would want to live, that's all. If you want to live with whatever your ideals are, then go for it. I'm not stopping you, and I'll be there to help you when it comes crashing down."
