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Barrenfrost usually was down in the prison during this time despite such a thing not being his job. A pattern recognized by every cat that Barrenfrost wasn't afraid to interfere into other cats work. Usually at this time Barrenfrost would bring one scrawny piece of prey and arrange for cats to fight for it. Or the cats could go hungry for the day and wait for the next day when a prison guard with more reason would feed them. If a cat talked back to him he wouldn't hesitate to go into the prison and beat them up himself, never mind the crowd or who was there witnessing him. But today a different tom was guarding the prison, in fact he was literally inside the prison grooming himself.
Windyhurricane looked like he came out from a storm. His fur was whipped in different directions twigs and leaves were trapped in his cinder grey fur. Tosseled tabby markings swirled in obscure angles like the way wind dances imprints into snow. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. He sat up after grooming himself and looked at all the prisoners before removing three literal mouses from his own fur and placing them on the prison floor. It wasn't much, but they didn't have to entirely lose their dignity over it. The mice were small, but it was something.
Windyhurricane went back to grooming his fur, it was never going to work. He licked a patch of curly fur straightening it for only a moment before it turned into a curly Q. If he plucked a twig from his fur another would simply fly right back in. It wouldn't even be a bad guess to think that the mice he pulled out from his fur got caught up in it and suffocated. He wasn't a matted mess of fur so much as his fur looked stormy.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
Acaciablue, a log time resident of the prison, watched the tom try to flatten his pelt to no avail. He had been more gracious than their last visitor in prey however. When Barrenfrost came to harass them she simply ignored him and tended to the sickly cats in the back of the den. Her sleek russian blue pelt wasnt the glistening gray blue it was when she was a well fed rogue but it still looked healthy enough with the care she took to keep it clean. Her eyes were a dull blue from the lack of exposure to the rare sun. Their crystal blue with green hues a memory.
She waited for the timid cats to grad two of the three mice before she lifted her head and straitened her shoulders and padded forward to take the last one. Her eyes fixed on Windyhurricane with as much bold bravery and dignity she could muster. This was cat eat cat world and she was not on the bottom of the food chain. Despite her hatred for violence and the cruelty of the prison guards. She heard rumors about their merciful chieftain and wondered if he knew the things his guard thanes were guilty of. She held his gaze for a moment with the mouse in her jaws before her gaze softened to a whispered thankyou and she turned away to give the mouse to Russetshadow who had come down with a cough. She would eat when she knew her companions were not at risk of death.
"No problem, Arcadia," Windyhurricane said, still trying to licked at the back fur he couldn't quite get to, yet that didn't seem to deter him from trying.
His blazing blue eyes rested on Russetshadow in the back curiously before proceeding to clean himself. His mentor and clanmates often questioned his untidy fur so he decided to try his best to clean it. If he removed one leaf than he had yesterday he'd consider it a completely new look. He gazed back up at the surface with a bit of worry lit in his eyes and decided not to leave the prison to face the surface. His sister was now a warrior like him... Well. She got her warrior name, but it felt hollow now. His sister was so excited to come closer to becoming a martyr and at first he had been excited for her until he found out what that meant. His mom called Icecream a fool and they got into fights. The last fight ended with, her mom swearing she'd kill her if she kept this up and the silence never ended. He thought his mom believed in the deities, but he could see the doubt in her eyes. He didn't realize the doubt reflected herself.
Troubled he would stay in the prison for as long as he could, the way he knew his mom wanted to. Here it was like reality was altered. It was grim, dark, grimey, but it wasn't home where the yelling and hate was.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 1, 2018 11:49:08 GMT -5
"You missed a spot." Acacia coudlnt help herself. She hadt moved from Russetshadow's side but instead raised her voice. She saw the haunted look in their visitors eyes and for some strange reason it troubled her. So being the overly caring maternal figure she was. She had done the foolish thing and extended a paw of sympathy. She was eyeing a curlycue on the tops shoulder where he would not be able to reach. It reminded her of her adopted kits not warriors and guards themselves. Of the four only two seemed to visit her. And only one of the two seemed to actually visit because they cared and not because they were guards. She wrinkled her nose and took a few tentative steps forward once more. This time in vulnerability with her head down and eyes up. He could still swipe at her.
He didn't flinch away at her attempt at touch like most WinterClan cats, instead he was gathering another leaf off of his paw while she fixed up his fur a bit, "Thanks!" He purred, "I'm Windy, Windyhurricane. I'm a new warrior actually, but crazy that my first job is to be a prison guard. I think they're trying to tell me something, y'know?" he snickered, "I think I'm only a prison guard cause Barrenfrost has what my mom calls a concquasion. I forgot what it's called, but he's denying it and said he'd sleep it off. My mom said that if we're lucky he'll stay asleep for a long time, she's thoughtful like that."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 8, 2018 19:40:57 GMT -5
Acacia giggled unexpectedly and licked her paw before patting the curlicue down flat. He wasn’t scary like the other guards. Not like barrenfrost. He had a childish nature about him. “Windyhurricane. That’s a strong name.” She purred in approval. “I am Acacia but my warrior name is Acaciablue”
"Thank-you," Windyhurricane said, lifting himself up a bit more before frowning, "Your warrior name? Were you a WinterClan warrior before you did something bad?"
Perhaps to most prisoners it sounded like he inferred all cats in the prison were bad people. But his mom did mass murderer, however his dad was only guilty of crossing over the border.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 13:50:23 GMT -5
She shook her head softly. "No I was a rogue before I was captured on the border by Understar." A distant look crossed her expression. "I was only meant to distract the patrol while my siblings got away. But I was captured." she shook her head to rid the memory of her mind. "When Leatherstar was recently promoted to deputy some kits were stolen by Understar from DayClan. They were too young and there were no cats willing to care for them and their tainted blood. So Leatherstar gave them to me and he called me Acaciablue. So That is what WinterClan calls me I guess."
"Oh. Well what's your real name Acacia?" Windyhurricane asked, "I was down here when I was born with my mom and dad, I don't remember it though and then my mom and dad were released when I was an apprentice so I got to know them. They would play games with me all the time like the quiet game or finding a snipe. I never figured out what a snipe was though, but it was always fun."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 2, 2019 22:23:43 GMT -5
"Oh just Acacia." she purred pleased that he wanted to know. "Well that must have been nice. At least having them close for a while." she looked back in her minds eye for her parents. She barely remembered them. "My parents are long gone. I was just a kitten when they took off." she shrugged as if it didnt bother her when in fact it did.
