Username;; Senbeat
Cat Name;; Lyric
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 27 moons
Clan;; Shadowfell
Rank;; Soldier
Prompt;; “You’re shockingly bad at this.”
Lyric gasped as he staggered, the sparrow in front of him quickly flying off as he slammed clumsily into the ground where it once sat. He rose to his paws, shaking the dirt off his pelt as he glared over at his critic. It was a lanky, silver pelted tom with pale green eyes and very distinct scars over his left eye. The kittypet eyed the probable clan cat up and down, analyzing him as he murmured in response. “Astute observation, my friend. Absolutely astounding. And who might you be…?”
The tom smiled gently as he padded towards the small kittypet. “They call me Leviathan,” he purred. “I am the leader of the Shadowfell.”
“The what now?”
As Leviathan explained, Lyric watched him with a newfound interest. A clan cat - a leader, at that - but not exactly. This Shadowfell sounded intriguing… And Leviathan seemed genuine enough in his politeness with Lyric’s (probably stupid) questions, so when the older tom offered a tour of the Shadowfell’s camp, Lyric found no qualms in accepting.
When they arrived, Lyric noticed one of two things.
One - this place was dark and foreboding; he almost felt as though some wolf was going to come bursting out of the brush and eat him. He figured this was one of the reasons the name had “Shadow” in it.
Secondly - he wasn’t the only kittypet. At least, he wasn’t the only one wearing a collar, that is.
This other cat - a long furred blue point molly with stunning blue eyes, much like Lyric’s own - wore a periwinkle blue collar, with a small golden bell on it. It probably didn’t do much for hunting, he figured, but it was pretty.
“Isabella! Come meet our new friend!”
Lyric was jolted out of his thoughts by Leviathan’s booming voice sounding out through the clearing. The molly turned towards them and smiled kindly, hurrying over and touching noses with the leader. “Leviathan-odun, you’re back!” she purred happily. “Thank goodness for that - Hollywood is acting odd again, and I’m almost positive he’s just doing it to scare the kits. Would you mind…?”
“Already on it,” the tom chuckled before turning to face Lyric. “You’re in good company with Isabella, friend,” he smiled. “If you have any questions, I’m sure she’ll be able to help you flawlessly.”
Isabella’s face flushed in appreciation as Lyric nodded, watching as Leviathan darted off in search of this cat named Hollywood. As he stared off after the leader, he heard a soft laugh from Isabella. “Nice collar.”
He turned to give her a look. Her statement, surprisingly, wasn’t at all demeaning - in fact, she seemed to be admiring it as she spoke. “Peach is such a lovely color, wouldn’t you agree?”
The tom paused. Was she setting him up for a joke? Hesitantly, he dipped his head in a nod, lips remaining tightly shut.
Isabella giggled. “Now, now, don’t you get shy on me. What’s your name, bub?”
Lyric blinked and relaxed a bit. “It’s Lyric. I take it you’re Isabella?”
“You catch on quickly,” she teased before remarking, “You’ve a beautiful name. Did you choose it yourself?”
He smiled broadly - the molly was unknowingly stroking his ego and he was taking it all in stride. “Yes,” he purred, “indeed I did. Isabella is a lovely name as well - as is your collar. I love the bell.”
“Thank you! It makes such a gorgeous sound when I run,” she smiled. “Would you care to continue our conversation over a meal?”
Lyric’s eyes sparkled. “I think you and I will get along beautifully, Isabella.”
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