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Cygnus heard his uncle’s clan was having a party to celebrate their first anniversary. He wasn’t exactly invited, but he wasn’t specifically not invited, and most of the clans seemed welcome, so he didn’t think anyone would mind. And the party itself? He was having a blast. Throwing moss balls at some tom, free prey as far as the eye could see, plenty of games, he was having quite the day.
The silver tom swiped his tongue around his jaws as he finished a piece of prey. He slipped between a group of cats and found himself emerging beside a pretty she-cat. Cygnus’s grin immediately grew wide, confidence bed by the high of the party, and called to her, “Hey, what do you say we get out of here and go somewhere quieter?”
strawberrycupid finally made the thread for Dawnfrost this is the third time i’ve tried to post this send help
Post by strawberrycupid on May 22, 2021 13:14:30 GMT -5
Dawnfrost has, admittedly, been sitting near the sidelines. The party was swinging, and it was a little overstimulating for her, so she chose to lean against one of the many walls their new home had. But it was nice getting to see the clan have so much fun. She had a hard time concealing her laughter as the mossball her sister, Dandelionpaw, threw bounced right off Cradlegrave's face.
She jumped when Cygnus called out to her. At first, she ignored it, figuring it was for someone else. But when she looked back and saw the silver tom looking right at her, she was a bit flabbergasted. Looking back to see if someone was behind her but only meeting the cold wall she was leaning against. Dawn didn't recognize this guy, there were so many clans here, he could be from any of them. But he also didn't look like any sort of clan cat she had met before. "Y-Y-You really wanna leave the party alrea-eady? It's only just started."
Her reaction was kinda cute, and he laughed. The way she looked around, like she couldn’t quite believe he would talk to her - well, he wasn’t special enough to deserve that treatment, but it amused him. Inflated his ego a little bit more.
“It’s loud and busy, and I’ve already had some fun,” he replied, raising his voice to be heard over the party. “I’m not really from around here, so I don’t have anyone to celebrate with.” Nobody but old relatives, anyway. “Look, no offense, but you don’t look super comfortable here either. I thought maybe we could go have fun somewhere else, leave a mark, all that.”
Leaving his mark: that was what Cygnus was all about. It started as a teenage rebellion — and maybe it still was; he was young — and a way to remind the world he was here. He wanted to make an impact everyone would see once he was gone, something that would outlast him. What better way to mark the land than when everyone in the clan was in their camp?
Post by strawberrycupid on May 28, 2021 23:26:12 GMT -5
lol pray it's not a sign --- "L-L-Leave a mark?" Dawnfrost's eyes narrowed at his proposition. Sure, she wasn't the most comfortable. But she also didn't mind staying and getting to watch everyone had fun. Plus who knew what her brother would do to this tom if they found them snuck out. He was always a bit too protective. A part of her wanted to be offended that he read her so easily, but she has been told in the past she was fairly easy to read.
