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Wicked lips tell wicked tales. Twisted hearts make twisted stories. Cicero's life has been one cautionary tale to tell the young things in the coming dark of night. An urban legend made into a fable to caution those who might be thinking of straying from their path. Already his eyes were straying from those he considered his, surveying the new cats he found himself among; coming up with new plans and projects. The Springclan cats that didn't flee especially fascinated him, it was easy to tell which stayed due to their inability to escape; they were forgettable. Those that stayed because they chose to, those were the ones that Cicero found himself drawn to.
It was always nice to change up the pace, he so often found himself getting bored.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 8, 2019 22:35:27 GMT -5
"Pitter patter. Lemon zest. Slowly. Telltale ringing.... Splitter cakes. Did I get that thorn from my nest? Shhhhhh Prim! The thorn has feelings too." Primordialhaze whispered and hissed and tossed her mane. She had rolled out of her dreams on the wrong side of the nest. Seeming her mane still held pieces of her dreams. She had skipped her meal the pile stale. As she left for the forest seeming to pass the almighty himself without notice she snapped at an apprentice before patting her on the head and cooing softly turning and bounding for a juicing piece of flank.
Cicero tilted his head as he watched the she-cat move throughout her frenzied moments, curious towards the motivations that were driving her. He knew little of her, besides that she had been a newer member of Springclan. But had spoken little to either Eternalstar or Mongrel who he had gotten most of his information on the current Springclan cats from. So he supposed he would have to approach this situation perhaps a bit blindly. But wasn't that sometimes the best sort of fun.
"Prim.. I don't suppose it's short for Primrose is it? That's such a pretty name and it would go well for a pretty she-cat like yourself." He spoke up, tone soft and eyes large and round as he stepped into her path.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 12, 2019 0:22:40 GMT -5
The she-cat stopped. For a moment not replying just staring blankly. Before a light ignited in her eyes like a fire of golden light. "Primordial. Its short for Primordial. Not so pretty is it?" Her head seemed to tip to the side like on a bungee. Gently nodding in exaggeration. "Are you the Cicero of ancient stories? The philosopher and statesman?" she cooed softly her voice twisting as if someone were turning the auto-tune dial. "Or the most recent Cicero of trickery and display? Oh are you wanting to pass? Birds fly ... you know?" she stepped aside as if to respectfully allow the leader to pass. "No food for the hungry here."
Cicero tilted his head as he listened to her, watched her eyes and found himself curious. Was her madness an act or was she truly this disjointed. Perhaps her mind was just working on a level none of them could comprehend. "Did you have a name to go with your times before. I believe you are one of the stragglers left over from Springclan. Should you not have had a warrior name to fit such a status?" He questioned, smiling softly towards her. Delighted by her parting comment, no food for the hungry indeed.
