1x1 between Alpha* and Daisy!

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Storm flew to her mother's side, who sat up quickly to greet her. The pretty kit-mother gave Storm's cheek a few quick licks, before scolding her suddenly. "What are you doing all the way out here with a stranger?" It was clear where Storm's moods came from. Storm giggled, shaking her head. "We came to get you! You have to walk in his pawsteps, because the floor is dangerous, so.. he'll go first, then you elder, then you," she nodded to the to-be. "Then ma then me."

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

Hes fighting the wave of dizziness, "yes, of course. " he greets in a low voice. The silver cat turns, "let us go."

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They arrive back to the safe spot where the unconscious cat and Snowbird wait. "These are they who I found. " he says. He wants to sleep. "I... I think you all should head back. Dont stop. Dont sleep. Do not hunt. Okay? I uh... I'm going to look for more cats." Again he shivers - he isnt used to the cold. "Please stay in your tribe caves." The hecat pulls his tail over his paws, wanting to get going, but wondering if theyll have questions.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Snowbird glanced to him, then padded to him and put her tail over his shoulder's. "Fallenrains, wait.. I can send Ice, or Raindrops, or someone to come help you, alright? We need you to find Stoneteller. We can't have something happening to you out here alone.." she meowed softly.

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

"I see, hear, obey," is mumbled without meaning too. He stiffens at her touch, "a... alright. " is said haltingly, "if that's what you want." He agrees at last, not entirely pleased but not willing to argue.

Because nothing would happen to him; nothing that would kill him anyhow. Why? Because THEY have need of him.

"We... we should get back." Is said at last, when the dead prompt him to get to his paws and then to scoop the as-yet unconscious cat called Leaf that Drifts on Still Water across his back. He almost falls over from the weight. "Stay in the forms that geese fly in when they migrate. I'll follow your way. STORM, ... you are leading the way. Have your mother and the pawling on one side, Snowbird and the elder at the other, with the slower in the front near your flanks." He directs; "that way our pace is set by the... weaker.. of our group and they are not left behind. " again he hesitates. "Dont stop. Do not run, even if you see predators,.... they wont bother us."

Is the to-go up for the challenge?

"Go the way we came."

[Lemon Tea Rain]

The cat's assume the position they were told to, and set off walking slowly across the ice. The distant, familiar sound of howling made most of them look up, but none seemed too bothered. They were convinced they'd make it home before anything became of it.

And luckily, they were right. It wasn't long before they were padding back in to the caves, Ice padding up to greet them and offer them some fresh kill.

[Alpha*]

They arrive and he greatly appreciates the fact that they had listened to him. He is even more greatful that he can put the cat called Leaf down in a nest - this she-cat who had started to stir because she was thawing. Because he wasn't entirely sure he could have continued for much longer without a stop (a stop which would have been against the rules he himself had set).
Hes tired.

The blue eyed cat with a strange beauty goes back to his sand and moss pile, sinking into the rudimentary nest and curling up. Hes cold. He is tired.

And the tribe cats keep glaring at him, whispering - as if he doesn't know. (He resolves to try to not care.) When offered a meal he shakes his head, "No thank you, Ice from Frozen River. " is said, flicking an ear.

He privately thinks that he is using too much of their resources and that he-cats time. Better to cut ties now; it's not like the dead will allow him to stay. And they always punish him for forming relationships by hurting those he cares about.

Snow will bleed red for you.

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Ice cast a glance around, before sitting down beside him. "I'd feel greedy, eating a piece of prey all to myself. Won't you share with me?" He asked the tom without hesitation. He blinked warmly at him - not just a kind warmth (though it certainly wasn't unpleasant!), something.. different. "It's good to see you willing to rest, for once. I'd like to see you willing to eat too."

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

"Just cold," is answered, feeling a rush of cold air on his whiskers when the entrance is unblocked yet again. He shivers. "Then I'll go out again." Is assured - although he hadn't been asked.

But that last sentence is enough of a command, "Yes sir, of course sir. I hear, I see, I obey." He winces immediately at the monotone that stole his voice, his SELF.

It's been moons! When would he not be forced to obey? Unquestioning. Unthinking. Undying devotion and loyalty.

Nothing more than Ralyuk made of him.

Please dont make me go. I'll be good. I'm useful, see? I'm useful. I... please. Please handler, dont make me go. I'm good. I'm useful. I'm functional. Dont send me away; dont make me leave. He shutters a breath and then another when his companion takes a seat, brought back to the present by the warm touch of fur. "You... you arent greedy Sir..." is responded.

I am.

Obediently, as ever, he scoots over - making room - and then, takes a small bite. He feels guilty over it, hes already taken so very much...

[Lemon Tea Rain]

Ice's gaze turned to him, this time concern flooding in rather than warmth. "Fallenrains..?" He meowed softly. Sir? And the monotone voice... "You don't have to call me sir.. we're friends, remember? At least I consider you a friend." He leaned down to take another bite, before sitting up and swaying his tail uncertainly.

"Is it something I say, that triggers this?" He asked quietly after a brief moment.

[Alpha*]

FallenRains

Triggers? What is a triggers? This?

He blinks uncertainly, "I told you... I don't have a choice si--" he clears his throat, "friend. My f-friend." Its a past he only catches glimpses of, hardly remembering except in the moment. Hes been trying to piece it together, for moons now.

"Rolyuk... i... " he doesn't have the words to say what he has been asked, ordered, (in not so many words) to explain. "I'm sorry, i... "

Reduced to less than before, less than any cat should be. He curls up tightly at the flashbacks that fill his mind, mouth twisting into a frown, blue eyes turning slate gray - the color of desolation and winter skies and fresh ashes. Devoid of emotions or consciousness or self.

He needs to say. His handler wants to debrief him, is asking. Asking. He is supposed to say. "I dont remember. " is said at last, voice muffled by his fluffy tail. "I... I'm not sure I want to remember... I'm not a good cat. They say so." And surely they must be right? They know so much. Why would they lie?

He knows what he can do. He knows... even though he doesn't understand how he knows, or how he can do those things. "They say what I've done sometimes... I'm sorry... im.. I'm not clean. I'm not good. You shouldn't stay near me. I'll find your missing cats.. then I'll go. I..."

I dont want to hurt you.

He had woken up covered in blood that isnt his own. He had woken up with injuries fresh and old - injuries that a paw or a nose could find and feel if someone just took the time to look and feel beneath his pelt. He knows the names that he has been called, his names, knows what they mean even if he doesn't know why that they mean him too.

"I dont have a choice. "