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Well, other than that time that he died when he was killed, but that was just the one time. Don't hold that against him. Now that he's Stygian 2.0, he was invincible, ready to take on anything! Except...
"I'm a prisoner, not a babysitter, why do you think this is a good idea?" Stygian stared at the child in front of him with barely concealed anxiety. Sure, he liked watching the kits when they were... far away and playing with one another, that was when it was cute. But up close and personal... The black tom felt a bead of sweat start to form at his temple. "What if I use my scary necromancer ways to manipulate the baby into playing with a corpse? That's not my fault, that's your fault because you put me in this position."
Peering up at Stygian, an apprehensive look crossed Chivalrouskit's face, brow furrowing deeply. "What's a necromancer?" He asked the strange tom in front of him as his uncles quickly excused themselves before Stygian could object further.
ive never rped him yet but felt like this was a prime opportunity to mess him up
The tom stared after the other two with a gaping maw before apprehensively gazing down at the little one who was staring up at him with such curiosity. Blinking once, he internally shrugged and let a lazy smile cross his lips. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He dropped down to his stomach to be at proper eye level with Chivalrouskit. "A necromancer is someone who has the power to bring back the dead." He looked around. "But don't tell anyone. They're my friends."
Chive tipped his head to the side. "Bring back...the dead? How do you do that?" And more importantly: Could he? The kitten glanced down at his paws as if they would suddenly manifest the ability to do so, then looked back at Stygian expectantly.
The black tom blinked in surprise. Most kits looked at him in fear when he told them something like that. This was a strange one. He liked him.
“Well, it’s not very easy. You have to spend seasons training yourself. You can’t just blink and bring someone back from the dead. First you have to understand what they’re made up of, and if they’re made up of the right stuff, them you can start down the path of bringing them back.” He tilted his head in amusement and a small glimmer of curiosity. “Have you ever felt something different in the air? Like... a power that seemed to sizzle at your toes?”
"Wow! Seasons is a really long time...I think. I can only count up to six days," said the large white kit unnecessarily, but he fell silent as Stygian continued. He appeared to be putting a lot of thought into answering the tom before finally allowing, "Well...sometimes they get cold and tingly, but my uncle Arduousjourney says that's normal and you get used to it! But sometimes when no one else is around, there's this cat that talks just to me." He wasn't sure if Stygian would think he was weird for saying this, but he'd been itching to tell someone about this newfound, uninvited companion. "He says he's an old leader of WinterClan."
“A cat that speaks only to you? Pretty lucky, I’d say. And an old leader as well? That’s amazing. There are a lot of people out there who would envy you for that opportunity.” His gaze slid away. “Or maybe not.” He glanced back at him. “What’s the name of this leader, hmm?”
He leaned closer, conspiratorially. “Between you and me, I have friends on the other side too. Maybe I’ve seen him before.”
He was really enjoying the attention he was receiving. Chivalrouskit grinned widely, readily leaning forward to answer in a rapturous whisper, "He says his name is Hazestar! Do you really think that's lucky?" He'd been uncertain about divulging this to anyone, but if such a cool cat like Stygian said it was lucky, then nothing bad could come out of it at all!
Stygian hummed. “Surely it must be, for a leader to vow to be your friend. Perhaps he’s a guardian for you on the other side, watching out for you.” Or not, a voice within whispered silently. He’d need to speak to Guidinglight- or, anyone! About Hazestar and the former leader’s history. He wasn’t a born WinterClan tom, nor had he had any experience with the clan or its inhabitants in his former life. He didn’t particularly like children, but he wasn’t about to let one be manipulated by a dark entity. Of course, there was always the chance this Hazestar could be of use...
“Do you always spend your time with this Hazestar, little radish? Or do you have other friends?” He purred.
"A guardian!" Chive's pale eyes lit up and sparkled enthusiastically at the prospect. Surely, if he was special enough to attract the attention of a past leader, that meant he had a great destiny ahead of him! Though, he deflated some as Stygian mentioned friends, his cheeks growing pink with embarrassment. "Well... I mostly play with my brothers and sister or my uncles. The other kits can be mean sometimes. Do you have a lot of friends, Stygian?"
The tom’s silver eyes had danced with glee at the kit’s excitement and awe, but quickly became hollow and distant at the question being turned back on him. “I did.”
He shook himself of the traumatic memories and smiled softly. No kit deserved to have their life ruined by the truth.
“Surely not all the other kits are mean? Perhaps there’s someone there who might surprise you and you’ll become lifelong friends.” Silver eyes grew shadowed with memories. “You could find yourself a brother in arms. Someone who will fight by your side no matter what.” His lips twitched. “And when you do, you’ll know.”
"Not all of them," conceded the poofy white kitten, but he frowned anyway, misunderstanding Stygian's words. "But I already have brothers! I just want friends. We're friends now right, Stygian?" They'd only known each other for a handful of minutes at best, but as far as Chivalrouskit was concerned, they were now the bestest of friends.
Stygian blinked, then smiled softly and wrapped his tail around the kit, pulling him close as though in a hug while his head fell back and he laughed. He swiped tears of mirth from his eyes with a careful claw. “Yes, of course.” His tone couldn’t have possibly been more serious. “We are friends, little radish. Just don’t let your mother hear that, or she’ll think I’m teaching you all sorts of deplorable things.”
Chive's bottom lip poked out at this and he looked down at his paws. "My momma is up with the pretty lights now," he said quietly. He'd been the most affected by her death out of his whole litter and the topic was still sensitive. Suddenly, his pale eyes grew wide. "Do you think we could do that necromasker stuff to bring her back?!"
Black ears flattened to his head in sadness and shock at the reveal of the news, briefly wondering which queen had decided that she could lord so much power over him that he not only was taking care of her kits but a motherless one as well. Another thought popped into his head, this one even more preposterous than the last, as the tom briefly wondered just how much trouble he'd get into by naming the kit as his.
"Necromancer," he quietly corrected with a soft gaze, thinking over how best he could let the kitten down gently, "I'm sorry, little lotus. I'm afraid it's too dangerous. Sometimes... most times, they don't come back right. They're not like how they were." He inhaled a deep breath and looked around. This was a deep and heavy conversation to be having with a kit, especially about his own mother. "I know you miss her. I miss my parents too." He wrapped his tail tight around the kit to offer what support he could, nuzzling the tom's head. "But if you allow your heart to be filled with the love of others, it'll feel just a little bit better."
Silver eyes sparked. "How about we play a game instead?"
He deflated at this, seeming to accept the hard truth that not even magical paws like his or Stygian would bring his Momma back. He glanced back skeptically as the older tom suggested a game, head tilting sidelong at him. "What kinda game? Will it be fun?"
