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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 5, 2020 17:00:54 GMT -5
The camp was bustling early that morning, the sun only having just crested the horizon. The first day of spring was just around the corner, and there were a lot of preparations to make to the camp before newleaf arrived. Moss had been growing abundantly since the rains of leafbare had poured down for what seemed to Peonymist for ages. Now that the sun was out and the skies were a crystalline blue, the typically bitter she-cat couldn't hide the smile on her muzzle. She couldn't leave camp to go fetch the moss herself, but as the apprentices brought it back, the she-cat set to lining the nursery and the story teller's dens first, carefully blanketing the ground in the soft lichen until not a spot of bare ground could be seen.
It was close to lunchtime when she finished the first two dens, and despite the cool breeze she was practically melting under the sun. Shaking her pelt out to try and catch some cool air on her skin, she began to limp towards the fresh-kill pile, eager for a piece of prey or two.
From where he lay watching the camp's usual goings-on, his eyes locked onto a she-cat limping her way towards what looked like the freshkill pile. Peonymist. Although she didn't have the support of one of her back legs, she was surely moving with a sense of purpose. He smiled, but then it turned to a frown as his stomach growled, signaling his own hunger. Rising to his paws, he stretched and started off toward the pile himself.
"Fine day, isn't it, Peonymist," Viperstream said as he came padding up behind her.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 3, 2020 22:47:04 GMT -5
Consuela "I'm sure it might be, out there," she replied curtly, flicking her tail towards the camp exit. She didn't cast much more than a glance at the tom as she strolled past, coming to a stop in front of the fresh-kill pile. Her faint smile from earlier was gone the moment he spoke to her. She knew what must be running through his head, how he must be sneering at her hind leg and the way he talked to her, like an invalid or something. She ignored the tom entirely as she selected a sparrow from the pile and began to pluck the feathers from it with a little more vigor than necessary.
Viperstream paused mid-step, taken by surprise by Peonymist's response, or lack thereof. Nothing negative came to mind when he thought back to the interactions he had with other cats so he couldnt find a reason for the her cold shoulder. He was just being polite. Shrugging it off, he continued toward the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse, something light but sufficient. He intended to go for a stroll later.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
635 posts
Post by eventide on Apr 8, 2020 18:48:26 GMT -5
Peonymist saw his confused expression and refused to indulge herself in regret. There was a reason she didn't let others close to her, and she didn't owe him any explanation for her attitude. He probably would never have spoken to her if she hadn't just crossed his path, after all. No one cared about or spoke to the she-cat with useless hind leg. Glaring down at her sparrow, hunger forgotten, she dug her claws into the earth next to the fresh-kill pile, trying to repress any sadness that had managed to bubble up to the surface, replacing it instead with anger.
Viperstream ook a bite from his chosen prey. The feeling of disappointment crept back and his mind started racing again. Without a definite answer, he couldnt let it go. His chewing grew slower and slower as he went over what it could have been. He glanced over in her direction. His ears flattened; she seemed tense. What was really wrong? Did I do something wrong? Is she just having a bad day?
