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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 May 26, 2020 22:43:47 GMT -5
Meadowlark watched his gaze grow thoughtful and distant, content to leave him to work through his thoughts while she worked through her own. She was interrupted by his laughter which unconsciously drew a smile to her own face. Whatever he must be thinking, it seemed to lighten his mood which, in turn, lightened hers. She caught his look but shook her head slightly, indicating it wasn't quite that reason. "I wasn't bothered by the amount of cats at the gathering. I mean, you see how rowdy the Feasts here get! I just...I guess I just didn't see the lure? FallClan's my home and I don't really have any reason to want to leave it. Any friends I made would have to be left at the gathering, and that just seemed too sad to go through so I stayed and guarded camp."
His question following that came through loud and clear though. The longing look he gave the mountain, the wanderlust seemed to waft off of him in corporeal waves. "FallClan has everything I could ever need," she repeated, shaking her head slowly. "Anything outside of these borders more likely than not would mean me harm, and it's not a risk I want to take." Something about her voice was slightly off, like a cricket's song going sharp when the other's when flat. It almost seemed like more than comfort and pragmatism kept her in her borders, though she said nothing more on the topic.
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Post by achromatic on May 28, 2020 15:21:45 GMT -5
His heart grew just a little heavier at her words. She was right to some extent; everyone outside of the borders was just a temporary friend; loyalty to their clan was always going to be more important. What did that make him? He had given up his home as soon as it was possible. His family, his friends, everything he had ever known, just to end up joining what could be considered an enemy clan when worse came to worse. Did they think him a traitor? That the last son of a former leader had disappeared? Did they think it a shame, that a leader would have two litters of kittens, and that none would live long enough to–or in a few of their cases, want to–produce worthy heirs?
He knew what many had thought. That he was a traitor, that he betrayed everything his mother worked for, that he was an ungrateful brat who knew nothing of the sacrifices his parents made, but he knew the truth. To have two parents who worked full time as high-ranking members of a clan...there had been so many expectations burdening them, and each one of them had fallen from the light. He was a coward, nothing less.
He shook the thoughts from his head. Dwelling on them wouldn't change a thing. His intense expression softened, before glancing sheepishly at Meadowlark, hoping his silence hadn't bothered her. His pelt brushed against hers in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. She didn't need to be scared of what was out there; after all, he survived, why wouldn't she?
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Jun 2, 2020 23:13:03 GMT -5
Meadowlark had lapsed into her own silent contemplation while Silverspectre grew introspective, so she hardly noticed his silence. In fact, her thoughts had turned to WinterClan, and what a clan might do to a tom to cause him to stop speaking. She supposed he could have some impediment that made speech impossible, but she suspected it had something more to do with an intentional decision not to speak instead. It didn't bother her much at all, as she was good at reading his expressions and he seemed content with how she'd drawn his meaning out so far. Still, it bothered her that someone - or something? - had impacted him enough to cause him to just cease speaking.
When he brushed against her, her face grew warm and her eyes couldn't find exactly where to settle. Not on his face, she made that decision when she briefly caught his eyes and grew so embarrassed by her juvenile reaction she almost jerked away. Almost. Instead, she looked past him, enjoying his nearness and reciprocating by twining her tail with his. He seemed to just want to comfort her, so maybe he felt the need for comfort too.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 3, 2020 21:36:24 GMT -5
He could feel the flush and warmth rise to his own cheeks. Silverspectre would never admit to anyone that it had been a long while since he had felt a familiar touch; it was how he communicated when he was younger. His older brother understood to some degree, and body language was easier when family was around. Ever since he had left and his siblings had drifted into the wind, things were...different. Still, the feeling of the other cat's tail twining with his own made his ears grow hot, and he was glad to be taller than the she-cat. His shy glances were much more discreet at least. Maybe he was a bit touch-starved, he'd admit to himself.
He relished it in a few moments, before gesturing to where the crevice led, as if asking whether they should continue or head back to camp. He didn't really want this to end, but he was a closed-off cat, and as much as he felt comfortable with her, part of him always felt the need to pull back just a little bit in self-preservation.
