by yeeee. » Wed Aug 12, 2015 11:43 pm
Snow didn't fail to notice the gritting teeth, narrowing, brightening eyes and the subtle shift in the tom's stance. Are you going to kick me out now, Scorchstar? I gave you the truthful answer- alas, combined with the physical evidence of what I'm capable off, I'm sure it would be the most reasonable thing to do, hmm? The way the golden tom looked hinted towards much frustration and sudden hostility, but still, nothing. Except more questions, tangled within a threat that was somehow even worse than Hawkcry's; perhaps because it was more devoid. The older tom looked at Scorchstar, his pale blue eyes locking on the leader's pale emerald ones. Are you that far stretched, leader? That far pushed? I doubt it. Why are the treats so empty, and why admit you cannot back them up? That is an admittance you should never make, ever. Not even to yourself. Perhaps your trying to lull me into a false sense of security? Hawkcry was very close to victory. You must have numerous warriors like that, and you are quite young, probably possessing most of your lives.... is it the loyalty of your followers your concerned of? But it wouldn't seem so... They were quick to defend you at the entrance of the camp. Regardless, this talk is intriguing, and a teachable moment- trail and error, Scorchstar. "I never said that, Scorchstar, did I?" Snow said, his soft, honeyed voice lower than usual. Shifting then, he lifted his coral claws and gazed at them within the bright moonlight. Dull and decently bloodied; notably, very dull from days of travel on rocks. "Betterment is on quite a broad spectrum; I must admit, you interpret it in a very a curious way." You are on edge. Why?
But even more so, you voice your doubts to me, yet you keep me here. Contradicting and tangling yourself, hmm? Trying to blind me from your next move? Curious way to do so. Or perhaps there is something more here that I am missing. Maybe he just isn't good a threats, but as a leader, you must have good control of your words. Reputation is quite important for a leader. Regardless, Snow knew that the leader was angry and quickly growing impatient, for it displayed all over his face. Snow flexed his miserably dulled claws, before licking his paw and swiping it across his face. Frustration causes slip-ups. Usually that could be in my favor, but I am injured and we are getting nowhere. And even as terrible as I sound, I'm not here to kill you Scorchstar. Oh no, that would ruin the entire point of my trip. This test reveals you are more patient than your warriors, but at the same time, only as much as you have to be. Hm... perhaps that is enough for now. Or.... "Shall we end it here? You look exhausted," the pearl tom stated, this even softer edge to his voice. "Or, perhaps you'd to learn about what occurred during the skirmish between myself and Hawkcry?" Licking his claws now, the older cat lowered them to the ground, still maintaining that eye contact. Eyes are the window to the soul. You are quite knowledgeable, but it appears you have never been treated like this before. I would imagine so. But, you'll learn. And I'm sure I could learn something in return, wouldn't you say Scorchstar? After all, I have never truly earned the trust of anyone save Eliza. Whisperclan taught me too well.
Tagged ;; Scorchstar
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"Too nice," Spottedpaw said, shaking her head. Since when did Rogues have manners? Narrowing her golden eyes, she then turned to Flarepaw. "Never seen so many in my life." Actually, I've never seen one in my life but still... Following Flarepaw's tail flick, the older apprentice raised both eyebrows. "Your father looks so serious! I wonder if he's frustrated with all of these outsiders coming," the molly stated wistfully, shifting upon her long legs. Or happy. After all, they could make good warriors- they survived in the desert alone. But... it just seems so odd.... Then, she gave a little start. "Four? Where are they all going to stay? Hopefully not in our den, rogues stink," Spottedpaw said, raising her head high. A yawn then escaped. I need to go to bed soon... I probably have training early in the morning, and with all of these rogues here, the earlier the better- that way, I don't get caught up in any silly drama.
Tagged ;; Flarepaw
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Really Hawkcry? Batpaw, as blind as he was, knew the massive tomcat better than that. So calm after receiving orders to stay in camp for awhile? Something's up. I'll ask Softberry what she saw, then go to bed... or better yet, go to bed and ask in the morning. It's late, and I want to go for my morning hunt early in the morning. Yeah, my orders are to stay in camp, but the clan needs food. No one will know. Wait... did he just say he would like to help a queen with her newborns? As if on cue, he heard a fearful squeal. The petite tomcat shifted, his filmy blue eyes dancing towards the direction that the cry had come from. Kits can stand him... he knows that. But, as Hawkcry addressed him, the apprentice sighed. Regardless, I wish I could fight half as good as Hawkcry. If I could, I would've had my warrior's assessment by now. Perhaps I'll figure out what's wrong by just listening now. Lowering his tall body and entering the den, the apprentice began to sniff him, nose wrinkling slightly as some of the herbs went up his nose. Muffling a sneeze, Batpaw stated, "Must've been a hard fight. I haven't smelled this many herbs on a cat in a long time. But I'm sure you established the clan's strength, probably doing double the number on the rogue." Usually silent, Batpaw had to admit, the thought of a thrilling fight made his pelt prickle ever so slightly. If only he could fight half as well... and he had a newfound hatred for rogues after the occurrence with Flarepaw earlier. Part of him wished it had been the rogue that had caused his injuries earlier. Revenge. But, the scents didn't match. Alas, the time was probably coming.
After all, four rogues had gathered here today. Maybe that Thorn would be the fifth. But... something was off. As Batpaw slowly traced his nose up the side of his Hawkcry's face, the ebony tom's nose rested right were his ear should've been. "You lost an ear?" Batpaw said, his soft voice tinged with just a hint of surprise. Great Starclan. Hawkcry lost an ear? What happened? - Hailpaw was there... I'll ask her, as well as Softberry if I get the chance. That fight must've been very bad- I wonder why the rogue isn't here. He should be hardly more than a corpse after a battle with Hawkcry.
Tagged ;; Hawkcry