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biyuu ☆彡 you don’t need to length match, unless you want our lengths to caress each other <3
Kier was on a mission for his mother. He was also wearing a sweet little knitted sweater - it was blood red with a little hood that was currently bouncing forgotten at the back of his neck, and on the hood was a fluffy pom-pom. He’d gotten it because one of the leads for something Mother needed had led him to a human’s garden, and the human had a little child who’d cooed at the sight of the little black tom and slipped him into it. And because Kier was, as much as he hated physical touch, dangerously touch-starved, he had let the human kit pet and kiss him. If anyone asked, though, he’d deny it with every bone in his body and gaslight them into thinking they were having a psychotic break. Kier didn’t cuddle.
Only his dad. Sometimes. Less often than he’d like. And his uncle, maybe, once or twice. And any trainee that was near him while he slept, though he started the night in such a tight ball that his muscles twinged with the rigidity of it and if they initiated it he’d scream and scrub himself clean in a river.
Anyway, now he was in SunClan. He didn’t give a crap about it, knew only the barest basics that he’d cobbled together into a very un-fun and tedious spreadsheet to get a working understanding of all the Clans, and was currently picking through rocks at the edge of their territory while the sun beat down on him. His black fur drew the heat to him and right now he was miserable and prickly and in a terrible mood, muttering to himself as he picked through more pebbles and threw yet another one onto the discarded heap that trickled down the dry, rocky, Cretaceous-barren hill at the edge of the desert. He was looking for some sparkly, special thing — he didn’t know, he just did what he was told. Right now, though, he hated his task. Hated SunClan. Hated being away from the cool dampness of his own territory. Hated how hot his bony little shoulders were getting. Hated being his mother’s pet rat. Hated doing her bidding, hating how willing and eager he was to do it, begging and scrabbling for scraps. Why couldn’t she trust him to tasks befitting of him? Why couldn’t she let him stay by her side, to help her, to know what her experiments were, to be her equal?
“Evil rock,” he shouted in his high voice, picking up one of the burning hot pebbles in a rare show of explosive petulance and pelting it over the crest of the hill.
A loud shriek sounded from over the hill, shortly followed by a muffled sob. Sparklepaw appeared at the top of the hill, one eye watering profusely. His lip quivered. "Ow ow ow ow ow," he murmured, with the telltale waver of someone who was trying very desperately not to cry. "Sparklepawgetaholdofyourselfawarriornevercriesevenifapebblehitstheminthefacebecauseiftheydothenthesungodwillbanishtheirsoulto--oh, there's someone--hello! Are you from SunClan? Sorry, I can't quite see too good right now because I'm--not crying."
Despite the bad mood he’d been in a second ago, as Sparklepaw staggered over the rise Kier found himself grinning lopsidedly, one corner of his mouth picking up slightly like he wasn’t used to the sensation of genuinely smiling. "Sorry," he laughed before he could think better of it, his voice slightly tight and hiccup-y from the fact he hardly ever laughed. "Did I hit you? Your Sun God must hate you if He put you right where I threw a rock." Purring rustily, either at the apprentice's pain or at the silliness of it, he got up and padded lazily down the shifting sands, his paws half-sliding. "No, I'm not. And you are - crying." He grinned again, surprisingly harmless, and poked at a tear track on the other tom's cheek. "Sparklepaw. What a feminine name. Did your parents think you were a girl?" As if Kier wasn't wearing a sweater with a pom-pom on it.
Sparklepaw sniffled. It made a horrible noise, like most of the noises he made. "I don't think they thought about me at all," he mumbled. "And y-you're one to talk...your paw is so s-soft. Like a girl's!" To Sparklepaw, having girly paws was one of the most scandalous things in the world.
i’m trying to keep mine biyuu-length but the clap of my cheeks keeps making them long!!!!!!
Kier, surprisingly, grinned slightly sheepishly, looking down at his paw and turning it this way and that, a little psychopath genuinely caught off guard and flattered. “You think my paw is soft?” he asked, still looking down at it with that mushy little smile, not realising it was supposed to be a bad thing. “You know, I always try to keep my fur wonderful and hydrated with about a thousand different tinctures but you’re the first to say it’s actually worked.”
He looked up at Sparklepaw again as he set down his paw, still smiling and feeling much more friendly towards him. “Why didn’t your parents think about you? I think you look sweet. Like a flower. A desert rose. Oh!” He suddenly noticed the other tom’s mismatched eyes excitedly and gestured to his own permanently dilated pupil. Even the same side! “You have a funny eye, too! What a prophetic turn of events.” He beamed at him with that same thin, wide smile.
"What's a tinct..." Sparklepaw began to say, but trailed off when the other tom kept talking. "Oh yeah, your little black thing in the middle is all weird!" he noted, the mysteries of the thousand tinctures momentarily forgotten. "Can you still see out of it? My sister used to try hide my stuff where she thought I had a blind spot, but I could actually see it the whole time! And then when I finally told her about it, she beat me up!"
“My sister beats me up, too,” Kier-kun replied in a soft, reverent voice, his eyes glistening with awe and his brows pressed in. He snapped out of it a few seconds later. “Reasonably well,” he answered the tom’s question. “Right now it’s less than ideal, given all the sunlight blasting like fire into it. But once the pupil — the little black thing,” he smiled, “shrinks in an hour or two it’ll be better. So.” At that, like the word prompted him back to reality, he looked around, suddenly re-aware of where he actually was. “This place is a barren wasteland! Even more reason for you to be taking care of your fur and skin, sparkle boy — come on, we’ll find some herbs in this Godforsaken hellhole and make you a face mask. Come, come.” Tapping Sparklepaw on the shoulder with his tail, he trotted back up the rise he’d come down and disappeared over it, his errand for his mother defiantly forgotten.
Sparklepaw frowned. "But I'm--Littlestar says not--I don't even know--" he stuttered, watching the tom's figure disappear over the hill. SunClan didn't have many rules--actually it had way too many and Sparklepaw couldn't remember them all--but he was pretty sure he remembered the one about not going herb-hunting with strange cats he'd only met a few minutes ago. His body seemed to disagree with him though, as his legs were already racing to catch up with the tom over the hill of their own accord.
"What does...godforsaken hellhole mean?" he asked, panting slightly as he trailed behind the other tom.
Kier ignored the apprentice's half-formed protests as he walked away; only when he heard him bounding after him did his brows quirk in a wide, pleased smile. "It means your home is ugly and should be burned to the ground," he replied, voice casual and amused, chin up as he walked. Sliding easily down the other side of the steep sand dune like he was sand-skiing, he hopped off onto the more level sand at the bottom and strode purposefully towards an oasis in the distance.
When they reached it, he swept his paw across a broad, flat rock to clear it of sand - "lie down," he instructed the crusty, dusty Sparklepaw sunnily - and turned in one fluid motion toward a perfect little wild garden of herbs growing among the rounded rocks and palm trees beside the sparkling turquoise water. "Now," he said, turning around and settling back on his hindlegs so he could hold up two lots of picked herbs in each forepaw, "facial or claws first?" He smiled, eyes hooded.
It seemed vaguely - ominously, in fact - like torture, but it really was a spa day.
Sparklepaw lay down cautiously, watching the other tom out of the corner of his eye. His face first or his claws--he was pretty sure he needed both of them to be a good warrior, but the other apprentices (and some of the kits, and queens, and warriors, and elders) called him ugly when they didn't think he was listening, which made it a surprisingly easy choice. "My face, I guess," Sparklepaw murmured, gazing owlishly at the herbs the cat was holding.
“Oh thank god,” Kier laughed slightly dweebishly, the words tumbling out breathlessly; he swayed forward slightly with relief. “By heavens you need it.” Dropping back down to all fours, he trotted over to the apprentice with the herbs in his jaws. “Not that you aren’t attractive,” he added, his voice completely muffled around the stems; he dropped them into his paw and his voice went back to normal as he waved vaguely at Sparklepaw’s face, “but this… needs all the help it can get.”
Dropping the herbs onto the other tom’s chest like he were just a table, he placed his forepaws on either side of Sparklepaw’s head and began to rub his temples with gentle, circular motions. “Tell me, have you ever committed a crime? Shoplifted, perhaps? Had impure thoughts about a nun? It wouldn’t be very Catholic but then,” he laughed, looking down at him conspiratorially, “we aren’t, are we? We’re cats. Minus the -holic.”
Sparklepaw couldn't help but puff out his chest slightly at Kier's words (the ones about his attractiveness, not about shoplifting). Take that, denmates! he thought. I can be attractive to someone! And I only needed a brief pedicure and a pep talk to do it!
He was still riding that high when Kier started talking about crime, so some of what he was saying didn't quite fully penetrate deep enough into his brain matter. "Um..." he said in a far-away voice, "I'm not strong enough to lift a shop yet, and I don't even...know what a nun or a cat-holic is...So, no, I've never done something bad, if that's what you mean, but, um, sometimes I...maybe..." He came back to himself suddenly, clamping his jaw shut tight. "NoIdidn'tsayanythingIneverthinkaboutdoinganythingbad!" he squeaked out.
“Ah-hahaha, that’s wonderful,” Kier enthused warmly — and then suddenly smashed Sparklepaw over the head with a rock.
After slowly peering over the apprentice’s face, creeping into frame bit by bit, he stared down at him for a few moments to make sure he was actually unconscious. When he was, he smiled. “Excellent.”
BLACK SCREEN. to be continued. what will happen to sparklepaw???
