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The slender white tom wasn't so skinny anymore from his time as a rogue. Life as a Fallclan warrior had fattened him up. While he still refused to eat more than bare minimum. The tom was currently digging through the fresh kill pile. Underneath he has remember he had saw a small measly mouse earlier that morning. As luck would have it the mouse was still there. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he quickly snatched the mouse up. As he quickly walked away from the fresh kill pile he found a nice sunny spot to quietly enjoy his evening meal. That was until a shadow fell across his paws and his dinner.
Poisonrush grinned down at him, a bird hanging from his maw. "You're hungry, huh?" the tom said jokingly through a full mouth before he moved over to the side, allowing the sun to shine again. He set his prey down. "Mind if I sit here?"
Bijou glanced at the other tom. "You can sit, its okay." He answered then turned back to his meal. It was strange that this other warriors wasn't slamming him in insults like the other Fallclan warriors he had talked to and gone on patrol with so far. He sat there quietly as he took a bite out of the mouse.
"You're Bijou, right?" the Poisonrush asked in between bites. He had seen the tom around camp but had never actually had the chance to talk to him. Based on what he heard from the others, he wasnt liked very much amongst the warriors since he was once a rogue, but Poisonrush didnt let that deter him. "I'm Poisonrush. Nice to meet you," he said politely.
After finishing his bite of mouse. He glanced up from his meal for a few seconds. "That is correct. It is nice to meet you too." He replied then when back to chewing on pieces of his mouse. He found it strange that the other tom didn't seem to be judgemental like his clan mates.
He stayed quiet after the tom's response, an awkwardness building. He just continued eating his prey, unsure of what to say next. He didnt seem like he wanted to talk and Poisonrush wasnt the one to force a conversation.
"Have you always lived in Fallclan?" Bijou broke the awkward silence that had settled between both tom. He has finally stopped shoving mouthfuls of mouse in his mouth and inhaling his meal.
The tom nodded. "I have, yes. And based on your name, I'm assuming you were once a...loner?" Poisonrush said, unsure of whether or not his asking would be offensive. At least that would explain some things.
"I was a rogue actually. I was once a part of a group of rogues, and I did try to once steal some of the followers from the leader of our group. But I failed and in the end got the scars on my face." Bijou answered taking another small bite of the mouse. Savoring the taste of his dinner. He still hadn't gotten used to eating prey on a regular basis yet.
"Ah," he responded before looking down at the remains of his food. "How do you like FallClan," he asked. He didnt want to be intrusive so he didnt ask what drove him to do that. Curiosity piqued his interest, however, and he wanted to this tom's past. For some reason, his story sounded familiar.
"I find Fallclan interesting and different from my former life as a rogue. In my former group we didn't really celebrate anything, and I find all the ceremonies that celebrate different things interesting for the most part. " Bijou responded as he finished his last bites of mouse.
He tilted his head from side to side, considering the response. "That's understandable. Do you plan on staying?" As soon as he asked, he winced a little. It sounded a bit intrusive but he was curious and it was valid.
"My siblings Brokenfear and Larkwing joined the clan before I did, and I will probably stay here with them." Bijou answered partly while leaving out the fact that Thrushstar was his father.
He nodded once, the names sounding familiar. He felt kind of bad for the fact that he only knew so many of his own clanmates by name and not personally. "Well that's good to hear," he responded.
Poisonrush nodded. "I was born here," he replied with pride looking around the camp, "This is my home." He turned to look at Bijou. "How do you like the cats here?" he asked
"Some a friendly while others are ..." Bijou's voice trailed off as his eyes made contact with the young warrior known as Silverlace. Her eyes narrowed at Bijou as she walked past the two toms.
Poisonrush noticed the cat passing by and felt hostility. "What's up with that?" he asked. Bijou didnt seem like a bad tom so he wasnt sure where all this negativity stemmed from. FallClan for the most part was an accepting clan. "You two must've had a bad run in with each other," he assumed.
"I was stuck on a hunting patrol with her and well before joining Fallclan. I never really helped had learned how to hunt for myself. Let alone trying to feed other mouths in the clan. When I was apart of the rogue group that held Springclan hostage. Things were ran differently." Bijou explained.
He nodded in understanding. "Ah I see...that makes. That can also explain the hostility. "Well then, I suppose it's about that time," he said as he rose to his paws. He grabbed the remains of his prey and disposed of them. Coming back to stand in front of Bijou. "I have an idea."
