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He watched the cats move back and forth through camp the way kings might have watched peasants. Not that he had any royal blood to him name, but with the certain mix of contempt mixed with some sort of strange pity for the pathetic cats he watched walking back and forth, one might have though he was. Eventually, however, even staring at those he considered himself so high and above couldn't amuse him, and the youngling rose to his paws, looking around the ruins. Was there anything worth while to do? No. He gave a small sigh in distaste. Nothing of any interest happened in camp. With that realization in mind, his emerald optics trailed over to the camp exit. His paws twitched with a hint of nervousness, it wasn't banned for younglings to adventure out of camp, but those that did were normally older than him, with a lot less likely chance of being scooped up by a hawk or being bit in half by a fox. Still, wouldn't he learn about the territory at least if he left? And besides, he was stronger and smarter than half the other younglings anyways. He let his own narcissism fuel his courage.
Getting to his feet, Asura-chan rather cautiously padded towards the exit, looking behind him as if half expecting some unknown creature of entity to intervene or perhaps for his fear or common sense to get the better of him. But nothing came, and with a soft, inaudible sigh, he took a step into the foreign darkness of the league's forest.
The black-spotted tom put on an air of apathy, tongue rasping methodically across his fur even though he had washed himself clean ages ago. It was sheer boredom that drove him to continue, as well as the hope he would be overlooked. That would be the best way to cure his boredom after all. Mismatched eyes scanned the ruins, watching for anything of interest that might draw his attention. For now, there was nothing. A brief part of him, a part that had almost entirely been killed by his parents’ apathy, wondered if he should seek out either of those cats. His gaze landed briefly on the almost all black tom he called father, but he quickly continued on his search. Havoc wasn’t interested in spending time with his children. The former MoonClan tom was far too angry at everything.
It was only a few moments after his search went past his father that he noticed movement by the ruin’s entrance. A cat younger than even himself, making what he assumed based on his cautious movements was his first adventure outside of the ruins. This would certainly be interesting to watch. The charcoal bengal resumed his briefly interrupted washing as Asura-chan crept past the edge of the ruins, keeping an eye on the younger tom until he disappeared from sight. Then Stryker-chan was on his paws, trotting rather casually after. He tried to keep his pawsteps light, hoping to go unnoticed until he revealed himself. Regardless, he didn’t wait long, getting within a couple tail-lengths before he meowed, “Is one of the kits taking his first steps from his mother’s belly?” just a hint of a sneer edging his otherwise monotone voice.
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 22:11:43 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
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Asura-chan had to force his fur to lie flat, at first from the surprise of another cat just randomly popping up behind him, then at the anger of being mocked by this tom he had never met before in his life. He spun around, again even angrier to see a bengal staring back at him; of course it was just his luck that someone from the royal lineage of the group would try to pick a fight with him. He felt his muzzle wrinkled into a snarl, his optics narrowing with an anger probably massively disproportionate to the actual insult. Still, he swallowed his rage, stiffening a bit as he found his voice. "What does it even matter to you?" He scoffed back, as if the question, and the insult, were the most pathetic, insignificant thing he'd ever been forced to hear.
There was a flash of amusement in the tom's eyes at the angry response he got. If such easy words riled him up, he certainly had made a good decision in following him. "I would think a scrap like you would be thrilled to have a Pravian with you out here," he shot back, tail waving dismissively as he sat down. The black-and-gray tom was far too young to understand what being Pravian really meant - the League's run-in with the group his grandmother and great aunts and uncle came from happened long before he had been born. All he knew was that he was one by virtue of being related to Vera E'tani. "You'd be hardly a mouthful to most predators. At least if I'm here I can notice the foxes before they gobble you up."
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 22:36:37 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
His collar fur ruffled a bit, but he fought to swallow the true extent of his anger at the mockery. He didn't want to show how much the tom's small comments hurt his inflated sense of ego, and neither did he want the wrath of the royal bloodline of him. Not that he was scared of this other youngling, only the looming threat of the pravian empress herself. That was enough for him to avoid outright insults, however. "I'm not afraid of any dumb foxes." He snapped back arrogantly. In reality, he really wasn't. He was too young to have any understanding of what a fox really was, or even to have any common sense over his own mortality; the threat of getting eaten by a fox, when talked about hypothetically, was about as scary to him as a feather. "And anyways, what makes you think if a fox came around to gobble us up, you wouldn't be eaten just as quickly?" Asura-chan pressed, careful to keep his words one step away from a full on insult.
He gave a scoff at the younger tom's retort. His assumption was that either this kit was trying too hard to act tough or was stupider than he initially thought. Of course, Stryker-chan had never encountered a fox before either, but his father had told enough stories of terrible creatures with fur red like fire at least twice Havoc's size with fangs as long as his paw to demand obedience from his kits. Or, more commonly, to try to scare his kits away. He knew enough to realize he didn't want to come face-to-face with one. At Asura-chan's latter question, a low chuckle began. "You think I couldn't out-pace you?" he asked, raising one leg for emphasis. "My legs are longer. And if I really had to, I'm certain I could out-fight you. Even a snack like you could distract it long enough for me to get away. Or, like I said, I can warn you and we both could survive."
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POSTEDNov 30, 2018 22:57:33 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
What was this cat's deal? What made him seem like such an ideal target for this random tom he'd done nothing to provoke other than just exist? Asura-chan was having a bit of a woe-is-me moment, his distaste for this other tom slowly growing from a bubble to a boil the longer he was forced to spend time around him. His mind raced, looking for some forked tongue insult to throw back at Stryker-chan, before hesitating a moment. He realized something, or, at least, he thought he'd realized something. Not even bothering to humor the fox idea anymore, he looked the other youngling up and down, trying to analyze something he figured was much more important than how fast one could run and escape a fox attack.
"Yeah, well supposed I did let you come along? Why would you want to go out with me in the first place?" For the first time the younger tom tried to veer away from a petty exchange of insults and thinly veiled threats and gave a rather shallow attempt of something like diplomacy, though he was clearly not prepared to completely drop the offensive just yet.
Just for a moment, Stryker-chan seemed disappointed that he didn’t get some other angry response from Asura-chan. The younger tom’s hot temper had been amusing to push at, but his disappointment didn’t last long. He gave a shrug at Asura-chan’s questions. He didn’t really have any good reason, though he felt he didn’t particularly need one. He did have an explanation, though. “Sitting around doing nothing in the ruins is boring. I thought I could find something interesting to do if I followed you, and up until now I did.” He didn't admit aloud that the other youngling's frustration was what had been amusing him so far, but he certainly hoped either he could rile up Asura-chan again or the other kit would lead him to something else interesting.
