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Old habits always died hard, and her habit had been ingrained in her almost from birth by her now late mother. She couldn't shake the feeling of judgmental eyes on her pelt, softly whispered words shared among her Clanmates about how much they mistrusted or hated her. Foxstar especially, since the High Priestess was the sole keeper of her secret still alive in SunClan, she was terrified of potentially doubting her loyalty. She had gotten better, at least in terms of being more like the average SunClan cat, but she couldn't shake the sense that cats knew. She wasn't completely loyal to the Clan, didn't quite feel she fit in. She was good at hiding her feelings. She wouldn't still maintain her position as a Janus if that weren't the case. But what if someone suspected?
A small part of Twistedecho wanted to fit in. Wanted to just disappear into the masses of her Clanmates and let herself follow the hive mind. Things would be easier that way. But she didn't want to completely lose herself, and worried she could never quite follow through. Some cat would know, would eventually see through her lies. Her conversation with Glowromance certainly had done little to ease those fears as well. She wasn't the same kit that got herself into the mess she was now in, a Janus with the history of a spy, and another part of her wished she still was. But she had to squash that part. That part would get her killed.
Conflicting ideas eventually led the scruffy she-cat to her current position, settled seemingly comfortably near the edges of SunClan's main camp. Most Janus spent little time here, Twistedecho even less frequently than the others, but an idea had begun to form in her mind. She had little connections in the Clan, her mother dead and littermates distant. Maybe finding someone she chose could push her towards the easier path. But it couldn't be just anyone. Her gaze passed almost absently over several cats, each one disregarded for one reason or another. Then orange eyes hesitated on one, a thoughtful look crossing her face.
Noblechampion. Now that could be a possibility. He was Foxstar's son which would make any possible kits the High Priestess's grandkits, a detail that could potentially shine Twistedecho in a slightly more favorable light. But past that, she could also sympathize with him somewhat. From what she knew, he was trying to prove his loyalty to SunClan at least as hard as she was. He was merely more obvious about it. The only issue would be actually setting things into motion. Her mother had instilled far more paranoia than social skills in her favorite kit, and regardless she couldn't exactly just go up to a cat she hardly knew and ask to be mates. Her head dropped onto her paws, eyes lingering perhaps a few moments too long as she considered the best way to approach the tom.
His family tended to be a private one, though it was large. He didn't know most of his siblings or his parents that well, and though it was clear to him there were some hidden secrets, he didn't know what they were. That wasn't information he was trusted with -- and fair enough, he hadn't exactly earned their confidences. His mistake had been shielded from the clan the best they could manage, though his efforts to improve himself had been very public indeed as he worked hard to prove he was a loyal and contributing member of the clan. It was exhausting work, and pointless work, as he felt accusing eyes on him all the time, and thought he could hear the whispers of cats disrespecting him. He knew it wasn't true, but it was always his first reaction, before he processed the words actually being said: every look he thought was directed at him, until he realized otherwise.
He patrolled. He hunted. Despite the clan's freedom to leave their borders, he stayed strictly within them, and challenged anyone that came near. He joined patrols whenever he could, hunted relentlessly, and was exhausted by the time he returned to his nest every night. It was never enough. Other cats hunted, other cats went on patrol, and there was nothing special that made his actions stand out. He was just another dedicated warrior. No, there had to be something else for him to do, something that would quickly send him through the ranks of reputation and remind everyone that he belonged to be here. Something that proved he should be here more than everyone else, do they wouldn't question him again. But what?
The ruffled auburn tom had no answer as he stalked into camp with a pika hanging from his jaw, eyes set narrow as he dropping it onto the meager prey pile. It was not as large or as impressive as he would have liked, and he found himself using one ebony-dashed paw to nudge it beneath some of the other prey so it would be less conspicuous, and perhaps everyone would think he'd caught that rounded vole on the top. He stepped back with a swish of his tail to observe the work, then turned, catching someone's gaze on him.
Noblechampion's gaze narrowed as he strode to meet her. His head was high and he was smiling, but suspicion was bright in his gaze. "Hungry? I can bring you something from the pile you're eyeing."
Her expression had grown somewhat distant in thought, the she-cat unaware of her lingering gaze until movement in her direction snapped her from her own mind. She gave a soft shake of her head, meant to brush away her thoughts before Noblechampion got close. She shifted her position, actively trying to appear calm and casual as she met his smile with a faint one of her own.
She tried to meet his eyes, picking out the suspicion all too easy to read in his gaze. It reminded her of her mother, with darting eyes always expecting a vicious attack from a Clanmate at any second. What cause did Foxstar's son have to look this way? She had to keep her curiosity from her own expression, deciding to, at least for the moment, approach the tom similar to how she approached her own mother before her death.
"Oh, I can fetch my own prey if I need to," she replied almost automatically, unable to trust a Clanmate enough to allow them to bring her prey. Only a twitch of her tail-tip betrayed her thought that perhaps she was too guarded too quickly. Maybe she was merely overthinking things, but she had to at least try to be friendly if she wanted to find a companion within her Clan. She tried to give him a soft smile, hoping it seemed warmer than the polite one she offered him earlier, as she said, "You must be hungry yourself anyways. I can't imagine being on my paws as much as you seem to be." She lifted a paw, glancing the pad over while her ears remained turned towards him. She wondered for a moment if her role as Janus might've weakened her from being able to work at the pace Noblechampion set for himself, but she only thought for a moment before she looked back up at the tom, searching his expression for his reaction.
"I was just offering since I was standing there, and you appeared to be staring," he answered with a nonchalant shrug. His words were a little pointed, ensuring she was aware he had noticed her attention on him, and that he wasn't sure he appreciated it. He felt a prickle of pride that she had noticed how hard he worked, but he quashed it for now; he didn't want to focus on the compliment in case he appeared too vain. His tail waved as he considered her, not quite convinced he should sit down, but unwilling to walk away until he got a proper reason for her look.
"I'm just serving my clan, like the rest of us. I don't need any more prey than most," he responded evenly. "I haven't eaten yet today, so maybe I will take something, but only because I haven't eaten yet." If he had to be repetitive to ensure she didn't judge him for trying to take more than his fair share, so be it; a few extra sentences did not hurt anymore he knew of, though it did waste time.
"I was just caught up in my own thoughts," she meowed back. A blatant lie, especially with the suggestion she caught in his words. She considered apologizing - was he actually uncomfortable by her stare, and would an apology help ease it at all? - but she soon decided against it. She had a sneaking suspicion, especially from her, any sort of apology wouldn't really help. She couldn't help the corner of her mouth curling up in a vaguely amused smirk at his response to her compliment, though. Was that the sort of suggestion he got from such simple words? She would never dream of insinuating any cat deserved any more prey than what they needed. "It doesn't mean you need to starve yourself either," she noted under her breath.
Her gaze automatically turned towards the sky for a moment as he admitted he hadn't eaten yet. Did this cat just not feel hunger? Or did he think he needed to work so hard to prove himself that he didn't deserve prey? "I think I might as well go fetch myself something from the pile now as well," she meowed, getting to her paws with a stretch of her spine. Quickly she added, "If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind some conversation while I eat." A full belly usually got cats more comfortable, didn't it? Orange eyes glancing over the tom she asked, "Do you think you have the time to spare?" Silently she willed him to accept her offer. She'd never get anywhere with him if he decided against even trying conversation with her.
