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"Gather around, young ones, and let Uncle Stygian tell you a scaryyy ghost story." Grey eyes lit with anticipation as he watched the kits start to circle around him, making him feel like a god – or an entree about to be served. It was yet another time when he was made to babysit the little ones, for some unknown reason, but as time had gone on he'd started to enjoy his time with the youngest members of the clan. They at least were honest about why they looked at him weird, unlike their older counterparts, who pretended like they hadn't been staring at him like a bug.
Post by complacentdevil on May 1, 2021 0:33:16 GMT -5
Kodiakkit heard the call of a familiar voice, the tom seemed to always be talking to the kits in the camp, and he did like stories, so while he was wary of anyone but his momma, he figured he was safe. Besides, other kits seemed to already be gathering about him. He wandered over, sitting politely as he found his spot amoungst the others, his tiny tail flicking with interest.
Shadowkit had dragged his sister along with him, Anxiouskit following slowly behind as the black tom settled quickly down, his eyes alight with excitement for a story. There were few things the soon to be apprentice seemed to enjoy, but story time from the ancients was one of those things. Anxiouskit was less enthused, but was diligent to watch her brother, after all he was just about all she had for family since their mother and father were never around. She sat down beside him, nuzzling up to his thicker pelt, doing her best to stay warm outside the nursery with her thin pelt.
The tom slowly grinned wickedly to himself at the gathering entourage. Perfect.
“Has anyone ever told you three the tale of the widow who sold her soul to be reconnected with her love?”
Grey eyes flashed.
“It’s a very old story, told to me when I was a kit, long before I was taken prisoner by you lot. It used to scare me when I was little... but one day.” He trailed off, staring over their heads and seeming to disconnect from reality, returning to a time and place no one else could see. “One day I met her.”
Post by complacentdevil on May 18, 2021 23:29:19 GMT -5
"The widow?" Kodiakkit asked, eyes alight with interest at what the odd prisoner had to tell them, his pelt fluffing up in excitement. "What did she look like? Did she talk to you?" he continued, growing ever excited as the drama grew in his little body.
Anxiouskit looked rather skeptic, a brow raised as she tilted her head. Surely a cat with no soul would look the same as any other cat. The soul was just a... imagined sort of thing. Or so she figured. Though she kept herself and her brother quiet, waiting to see how this story would turn out.
