by the family business. » Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:10 am
[ I have an idea as to how the war could start ]
Lynxpaw and Leticia conversed inside the den in hushed voices before an unusually large she-cat poked her head up from the den entrance. "Mistystar and Duskpaw, I presume?" the femmora purred, slithering up from the depths of the den. as a Maine coon, the brown tabby was rather large indeed and towered over the two. Lynxpaw chuckled gently and pushed his way out of the den, padding up to join them. "Mother agreed." he purred, beginning to swerve in and out from between her legs.
Styx gazed over at him, her eyes a dull icy blue. she didn't know what else to say to him. "and after all of that, when I came to the forest, I met you and had a little hope that I may have been able to be happy. then Frost came along and destroyed that little thought." she murmured dryly, feeling like she may have offended him after she had already spoken.
Jet briefly nodded his agreement then glanced down at the young kit as she spoke, feeling his nerves tingle. had Syren already introduced her daughter to the carnage in which had once been their lives in such little time? "I'm sorry darling, but yes. she is. we were a little too late. that is why Darkclan shall be your new home." he replied calmly, attempting to keep himself under control. "let's just get back." he murmured to Echo, darting off ahead of the female, with a grieving Ariska dangling from his jaws.