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Post by Honeystorm on Dec 31, 2018 15:44:40 GMT -5
They'd arrived at their new destination safe and sound. Well, as safe and sound as was actually possible, considering a few of the League had died along the way. Blair, as it happened, had made it just fine, as had his family, to the surprise of no one. The tom, however, considered that death might actually be more preferable to the reality that he'd had to leave the entirety of his collection behind. Who would care for it? Who would keep the rogues from coming in and destroying it? Sure, he'd booby trapped it to ward off any to might try to enter, but he still worried, and as such, the tom had been keeping to himself lately. He hadn't sung in days, and for the most part, he barely did anything except as he was told, moping around with mumbled, one word answers, or brief fits of anger.
It was clear enough to see he was upset, but the trainee was inconsolable. He'd already shunned any sort of cheering up that his parents could provide, leaving them with little options to get him back to normal. At this point, Arden just hoped he'd get back to normal soon. Even so, he'd suggested Batair take the day off from their training and maybe spend time with his brother. If anyone could get him out of his funk, it was his littermate. Besides, he'd kept enough of his son's time by training him to be his successor one day.
Batair had accepted the task and went off to find Blair. It had been a while since they’d gone off causing chaos anyways. It was time to change that. And break in the new space.
“Hey Blair,” He meowed going over to his brother, nudging him with a paw. “Get up, we’re going to find somewhere to cause some trouble, some cats to bother, you know how it is.” He said trying to keep his voice light, hoping it’d entice his brother to get up.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 31, 2018 16:34:48 GMT -5
Usually, he'd have been all over it. That sounded right up his alley, and if he'd still had his gallery, he would have enthusiastically jumped at the chance to add to his collection. Now? He didn't want to see another non-League cat any time soon. It would only make him sad to have the urge to keep them, and sadder still to know he couldn't.
The suggestion itself seemed to make Blair ever more upset, and the blue bengal seemed to shrink as he pulled away from Batair just a little bit. "Not in the mood. There's no point." That was perhaps just a bit melodramatic, but that was Blair for you. He was notoriously childish, especially for his age and his family's status. Not much could be done to make him more mature, but hopefully, something that his brother said would eventually get through and rekindle the fire that seemed to have gone out in him.
