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Post by Flurryofstars on Apr 19, 2021 23:58:29 GMT -5
Another warm, new-leaf day was upon them and most of the clan was enjoying the warmth of the midday sun. Lounging around in camp, sunbathing, socializing, or in Snowthorn's case, searching for a new "friend". After his tussle with Mysteryleaf, he'd spent the last few moons flying under the radar. Worried about a possible stain on his reputation, he didn't want to turn any more heads than he had to. Having Tigerlily and Disloyaldog on his side was comforting, but he'd been forced to realize that they just weren't going to be enough. He'd already loosened his moral code to allow room for befriending mavericks and forsakens, but really he was in the market for allies. Unfortunately, Spiderbranch had been too closed off to make a proper pitch to, but he had a similar tom in mind.
"Ah, Dartfrog! There you are," he greeted with a friendly smile. As always, Snowthorn's white pelt was positively glistening with not a strand of fur out of place. He stood with an air of self-assured authority and grace, but he kept his chin down to indicate a sense of equality between them. A lie, but only a few cats would know. Only the large scar on his chest showed an imperfection on the Imperial, but even that was faded enough now not to stand out too much. "I was hoping to run into you. I've been checking in with some cats to see how they're feeling about DayClan and I was hoping to get your opinion on a few things. What do you say?"
Dartfrog flicks his ears back in irritation, a soft sigh releasing from his muzzle. The only thought through his mind being "now what does this guy want?" He wasn't known in the clan, nor did he care to become close with any of the other cats. He despised clan living with his entire being. He was a huge cat, muscles easily distinguished under a sleek, grey coat. His eyes were dark and muddy, and he resided with a permanent scowl. Dartfrog was rather ugly, honestly.
He directs his gaze to the Imperial that had called his name, his face not breaking its neutral and stoic look that it always had. His features genuinely never showed any emotion besides anger when it came. Dartfrog gives a lookover Snowthorn, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Had this cat caught wind of his distaste for the clan? Was this an attack? He needed to proceed with caution from here. "Okay. Fine." He dips his head then signals silently towards the camp entrance. If they were going to have this conversation it wouldn't be here.
Post by Flurryofstars on Apr 27, 2021 19:09:44 GMT -5
Snowthorn was surprised Dartfrog had agreed to talk, and he didn’t bother hiding his glee as he realized how nice things seemed to be going. Truthfully, he had no idea how to read Dartfrog but he hoped or suspected that they might share similar beliefs when it came to the clan. The gesture to go somewhere private only made him feel more confident about it. “Wonderful! Of course we can talk somewhere more secluded as well,” he said as he walked past the warrior to leave the camp.
Once they were well out of camp, he moved beside Dartfrog as they walked and offered him a grateful smile as if to thank him for his time. “So as you know, a lot has happened in the past few moons. We thought Glowstar was dead and elected Goldenphantom to take over, and then it turned out that Glowstar wasn’t dead after all. Now that she’s the leader again, we thought it would be a good idea to see how everyone is doing. So, how are you doing? Do you have any complaints? I’m sure we can work through them.” The way he phrased the questions almost seemed to imply Snowthorn was expecting there to be a complaint and perhaps that he too had his own.
He keeps pace with the other warrior, still hyper aware of every movement the other cat made. Dartfrog had absolutely no trust, even if he didn't have any reason not to.
He listens to the other cat's spiel, still untrusting but opening up to speaking to him. Snowthorn didn't seem to want to speak highly of the clan, which was fine with him. He had no like for it. Not like his stupid sister. The thought of Okapishadow made his blood boil as his claws dipped into the earth. "I don't care frankly who the leader is. I'm in this clan purely to be in it." Although he didn't care to know Snowthorn, he wouldn't hold back when it came to complaining. Dartfrog remembered the days of being a kittypet. He hated his life in the clan. He thought he deserved to be pampered and spoiled, which wouldn't happen where he was.
Post by Flurryofstars on May 10, 2021 1:13:09 GMT -5
(My absence was entirely finals-related, but now I'm back and I'll be way better at responding now! So sorry for keeping you waiting!)
Perking up at the unfiltered answer, Snowthorn's mask of perfection slipped to show some confusion. It wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting, but he was definitely intrigued and as far as he was concerned, not caring who the leader was was still a win in his book. "You don't care?" he wondered aloud before regaining his focus. "Alright, follow-up question then. From what I can tell, you don't seem too interested in anything DayClan. So, why would you stick around?"
(You're all good!!! I get it, midterms have been kicking my ass)
He couldn't really say 'ah, because I have plans to murder my sister' so instead he shrugs, giving himself a once over. "Where else would I go?" he says with a short laugh, one that hid anger beneath. "I'd be killed in the twoleg place. I look like I would kill a child if given the chance." He would kill a child if given the chance. Dartfrog's moral compass was non-existent. It was honestly by miracle he hadn't killed anyone yet, probably because he was typically avoided.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jun 10, 2021 3:05:03 GMT -5
The answer was suitable enough but Snowthorn was sure Dartfrog was still withholding something from him, not that he'd expect anything less. They hardly knew each other and that's what needed to change. "I suppose that's fair, but I wonder why you'd choose to live here of all places. No offense, but you've kind of got that league look about you," the Imperial said with a laugh. He wasn't sure if it would rub the tom the wrong way or not, but he hoped it might. He just wanted to see if his suspicions were true and something darker lurked within the warrior.
"Full disclosure, I'm not much of a fan of our current situation. The land's great, sure, but the rules are far too lenient. Anyone can come and go, attempted murder earns a slap on the wrist, and our classes hardly mean anything from a political standpoint. The only reason I'm still here is because of my family's roots. Call me soft, but I can't bear to leave their legacy behind." It was a lot to lay on a near stranger and not something Snowthorn would normally go around saying, but maybe honesty would go far in earning the other's trust. He was also eager to see if Dartfrog would agree with his distaste for Glowstar's leadership. Please let me be right about this...
