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A few days had passed since WinterClan infiltrated DayClan. Originally DayClan had thought they easily won the battle, the WinterClan cats were outnumbered and were easy to take down. It was only after the crowd had cleared that the clan realized that Sweetiepeach and her kits were kidnapped by the WinterClan patrol. Since then those who had a job as a Titan were responsible for monitoring activity in camp to ensure they would be able to spot another raid fast should it happen again. So maybe it was just a bit surprising when they allowed Tigerlily, a NightClan warrior to join DayClan so soon after the attack.
Tigerlily described herself as the daughter of a serial killer who sold her off to his wife to be her servant. Told everyone how Flamingstar wasn't afraid to humiliate her into submission. She was a survivor looking for a better life in DayClan. But something about her felt off, the story was too convenient, she looked too pretty to be as modest as she was. She also fit in a little too well, easily got along with others, was kind to the intolerable, and was a little too eager to serve everyone like she was trying to prove herself as fast as possible. Maybe to the optimistic and oblivious there was nothing wrong with her, but anyone with a keen sense for sniffing out trouble could tell she was too perfect.
"Is there anything I can help you with sir?" Tigerlily asked, her accent French. But she wasn't asking Snowthorn, instead she was asking Leucisticcrow who sat next to him, in fact she even looked like she was avoiding Snowthorn's gaze.
Tigerlily was average in height, but her eyes were rare as blue diamonds and twice as crystalline. Her white bengal fur was sleek, held herself with a ladylike appeal, with a sort of indescribable richness to her aura.
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 21, 2020 4:35:54 GMT -5
Snowthorn had not forgotten the white bengal--the NightClan pet come to live with a more dignified crowd. The patrol that had first led him to the pretty thing had shown the she-cat to have something off about her. That strange sense had only grown the longer she stayed in DayClan and the Imperial couldn't tell if he should be concerned by it or not. Oh, sure, he hated having yet another outsider as a clanmate, and was concerned by that alone. But this secondary thing... worried him as much as it excited him. However, he hadn't had the chance to be around her until now. Was she avoiding him or was he? As she addressed his servant of all cats, Snowthorn thought maybe he was the one being evasive after all.
Annoyed by the failure to recognize his status, he released a harsh laugh. "Don't embaress yourself. He's only a maverick," Snowthorn said, allowing the tip of his tail to brush against the tom posessively. Much like the first time they'd met, Tigerlily's beauty was captivating. Though it reminded him of another too and thinking of that one made him want to throw up. At least she'd been kidnapped or whatever.
"I was once like a maverick too," Tigerlily purred.
"Yeah, cause everyone knows you're helpless, Lelia," Leucisticcrow remarked.
For the first time since her stay in DayClan Tigerlily's demeanor changed. Her blue gaze that glistened like the back of a butterfly wing was gleamed with a darkness that hadn't been there before. A warning look, the kind that would shut up even a clueless idiot. The stare must have done its job because Leucisticcrow turned away from her, "I'll be by that tree over there if you need me," He said, nodding to the tree that was a few fox lengths away before leaving.
Like a switch Tigerlily's submissive, kind aura returned to her as she turned to Snowthorn with a pleased expression. "May I serve you? I know the Imperials are judging me before giving me a permanent class. It would be of great honor to serve someone of your status," She said, dipping her head to him, "I can massage your fur, clean your paws, feed you prey, I will perform what brings you the most pleasure, monsieur."
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 28, 2020 3:12:21 GMT -5
How one could purr about being "like a maverick" was beyond Snowthorn's comprehension, so he stared unamused at Tigerlily while Leucisticcrow spoke. He would have had to have been blind to miss the look that she sent the other; the way her bearing switched from day to night in less time than it took for him to blink. Warning bells went off in the Imperial's mind, blaring that she's dangerous. And of course, Leucisticcrow--as helpful as ever--left him to deal with the she-cat alone.
He side-eyed his servant as he made his leave, a sense of annoyance scratching at his skin. Yet, when he returned Tigerlily's gaze, he offered her a wide smile. Strained though it was, he didn't care if she saw through him or not. He knew he was in the presence of a snake now, and she'd find his scales just as easy. "Why, of course! It seems my servant's decided to take a break, so I could use a fill-in." As much as it pained him to have to associate with an outsider, he felt it was worth his while to get close to the she-cat and humor her. Whatever it took if he could pocket her for later use. Since she was trying to gain attention from other Imperials, they might as well make a show of it and all of her suggestions were fitting enough.
"A massage sounds lovely," he purred, eyes more interested in those around them than the bengal. It did sound nice, he wasn't even lying. Although, he wasn't too keen on being touched by unworthy paws.
Tigerlily gestured for him to lie down on one of the large smooth hot stones in camp. She returned briefly to some flowers she left resting in a nearby bundle, grounded them up an massaged them into her own paws before turning over to Snowthorn.
Her paws glided over the toms fur, the calming scent of lavender, ylang ylang, and bergamot was thick and pleasurable on his fur. It was easy for anyone to fall into a sleeping state when exposed to the herbs, which was perhaps the exact reason she chose them. She moved, her paws along his face, ensuring the scent would become overwhelming to lull him into slumber, "You're muscles are very strong, this might take a little longer than it does for most, okay?" She whispered to him as her paws rubbed along his cheeks.
(If you want he can fall asleep and when he wakes up Leucistic can fill him in on Tigerlily's history or Snow can try and beat her at her own game, whatever you'd prefer!)
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 30, 2020 3:32:17 GMT -5
Snowthorn felt like he'd made a critical mistake. Had this just been a simple massage, he would have been uncomfortable but alert. However, Tigerlily had decided to throw an assortment of herbs into the mix and he couldn't say no without sounding rude. So, he put up with it, trying to fight the heaviness of his eyelids and the relaxing of his muscles. Her paws were soft against his fur, but the caress to his cheeks caused him to flinch back a few inches. His face was off-limits, even if this she-cat was pretty. However, the damage had been done. The scent of lavender was overwhelming, nearly intoxicating, and his awareness was draining fast. Gritting his teeth, he made another attempt at forcing down the abrupt feeling of exhaustion. There was no way he was going to allow himself to fall asleep during this! He was better than that and he would never let his guard down around someone like Tigerlily.
With a slow nod, he invited her to continue what she'd started. The movement seemed to lag and he had to rest his head against the stone to clear the dizziness that formed. "So, why did you come back?" he asked with an alarming amount of effort.
Tigerlily paused in surprise, but after a moment a sickeningly sweet smile parted across her lips. She lifted his chin into his paws before gently placing his head onto its side. When his vision focused he was facing the wisteria throne that Glowstar typically sat in. "Taking what's mine."
She moved behind him, her paws feeling like heaven along his shoulders as she kneaded them. She whispered into his each of his ears as she spoke, "be a good kitten and stay out of my way, hm?" her paws fluttered back to his face one last time, stroking him up and down methodically, waiting for sleep to take him.
Post by Flurryofstars on Oct 12, 2020 0:31:23 GMT -5
"Taking what's mine."
The words could have meant anything. Perhaps that was still true, but as his vision focused on the wisteria throne, he felt he knew exactly what she was getting at. His immediate reaction was one of shock, albeit faint from the effects of the lavender. While Snowthorn had had his suspicions about Tigerlily, this was not the answer he'd anticipated. Concern of having a once NightClan cat interested in leading DayClan was another feeling creeping up inside him. Neither showed on his face. As she whispered the warning into his ears, the Imperial knew he couldn't hold on any longer. The exhaustion overwhelmed him and soon his world faded into black.
When he woke, Snowthorn startled to his feet. His head spun in every direction with the hopes of spotting Tigerlily and dealing with the clever she-cat. Instead, he found Lucisticcrow near the tree he'd said he'd be by earlier. Ears twitching in embarrassment, the warrior hoped no one had noticed what had happened. If they thought he was sunning then fine, but to be massaged into slumber was akin to the behavior of kits. With the click of his tongue, he strode over to his servant. "How long has it been since you left me back there?" he asked flatly.
"Four generations worth, my great great great grandfather told me to be at this very spot on this day when you'd wake up. I'm Killercrow, nice to meet you," Leucisticcrow said with a grin before putting a paw up to his own forehead with laughter, "You were really tired, huh," He wiped a tear from his eye, "That's Lelia for you. I'd be careful though, my family cares for even the most disgusting killers, but no one trusts her or her dad."
He looked back as the sun was going down before looking back at Snowthorn, "If you want to catch her red pawed she should be leaving NightClan from her secret meeting or whatever. If you stop her before she cleans off her scent you could be the big hero and show she's a spy. Maybe make her Forsaken, she can be your servant and I can finally not be. Endless possibilities."
Post by Flurryofstars on Oct 12, 2020 1:23:22 GMT -5
"Ha ha, that's very funny," he replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "How do you know about this secret meeting anyway? You know what nevermind. Next time, care to enlighten me a little sooner, okay?" His skin was burning with both anger and humiliation, but now wasn't the time to mess around with Lucisticcrow. There were bigger fish to fry and he couldn't see why Lucisticcrow would lie to him about this anyway. Endless possibilities and all that. More like wishful thinking... Not in the mood for any more of his servant's witty remarks, Snowthorn turned his back on the large tom and went for the camp's entrance.
Finding Tigerlily now was his best chance of... revenge? He didn't know what he was looking for really. Leverage maybe? Well, he'd decide soon enough. With her scent trail now stale, Snowthorn relied on his tracking abilities to find other clues of her path. Broken leaves and the occasional pawprint managed to lead him to the spot she'd most likely crossed over into NightClan's territory. There was no guarantee she'd return the same way, but covering this part of the border was a better plan then relentlessly pacing the entirety of it. Making sure he kept downwind of the border, the Imperial hid himself in a bush, careful to cover the expanse of his white fur while he waited for the she-cat to make an appearance.
Tigerlily entered the clearing, her pelt more luminescent than the moonlight above. Her silk cloud fur carried a thick scent of pine, mist, and petrichor as she moved over to the wildflower fields to roll her scent away. Something set her off, or nerves maybe as she suddenly looked around in all directions. She tasted the air, her ears pricked, she stood there for a moment in time far too long than natural even for someone paranoid before finally settling into the wildflowers to rid her of her NightClan scent.
Post by Flurryofstars on Oct 14, 2020 16:17:11 GMT -5
It was annoying how beautiful the bengal was. As she entered the clearing, that was the first and only thought that crossed his mind. Her fur seemed to glow under the moon's light, turning her into a fallen star or an angel. Neither seemed enough to fully describe how captivating Tigerlily was. Yet, she was an enemy. The moment she brought herself into the wildflowers was the instant it took for him to snap out of his daze. He wasn't anywhere near the best fighters in DayClan, but he hoped the element of surprise would be enough to favor him now. Leaping out of the bush, he crossed to her in a white blur. There was no grace in his movements or thoughts as his one and only goal was to stop her from hiding the disgusting scent of NightClan from her pelt. Toppling into her, Snowthorn dug his claws into whatever flesh he found in an effort to keep a hold on the she-cat.
"What do you have to say for yourself, spy?" he snarled.
She turned too late, a blur of silver and white mashing with her vision as the back of her head hit the ground. Claws dug into her skin as she winced back the jolt of pain shooting through her. Opening her eyes she stared up at Snowthorn, a look of faint surprise, but also relief as she relaxed. Most heard of her reputation assuming she was dangerous in combat as most of her family were, but that wasn't the case. She was easily overpowered by the tom, no amount of her fighting would be able to stop him.
"I'd say, I was dragged back to my tormentor when I was off for midnight stroll as I do coming from a nocturnal clan." Tigerlily purred, both her front paws moving over Snowthorn's as though she had a chance at pushing them off, but instead she dragged them across deeper into her skin, "And that she held me down like this, spitting insults in my face as I could only cower, but I managed to push her off when she didn't expect it and ran back home," She said, her sorrowful pitch was perfect. She didn't sound like someone who typically fake cried with all the tears they could muster, there was resistance, playing a believable victim trying to be brave to hold back the tears. That was probably the scariest part about her, she appeared realistically virtuous. She was a fake no one would believe.
Her paws still cupping over Snowthorn's she leaned her head up towards his scowling face, "Take over DayClan with me," She whispered her slow sultry tone enough to send tingles down his ear to his spine. Leaning back, her head resting against the soft grass. Her crystalline gaze was captivating at this vulnerable angle, it was easy to make out the shimmer facet flecks adorning her aquamarine eyes. "This clan has potential, but your leader is too kind hearted. We can make a class system that isn't all sugar and spice. Have a medicine cat that can actually heal. Let's take what we deserve, after all, you know now I can't betray you," She said, her gaze gesturing to him holding her down, "You can clearly give me an unforgettable beating if you wanted." She purred, mischief dancing in her gaze, daring him to refuse her offer, but her smile was too all knowing. She was grinning up at him with a naughty curve of her lip that begged him to be bad with her.
Post by Flurryofstars on Oct 19, 2020 2:27:25 GMT -5
It was a pleasant surprise being able to overpower the warrior so easily, especially for someone as averse to physical altercations as Snowthorn. Yet, even as Tigerlily practically folded beneath him, he felt that she had more control over the situation than himself. He bared his teeth as she spoke, eyes darting down to follow the path of her paws until she brought his own into her flesh. The initial hostility he'd felt dissipated almost immediately and his gaze met hers once again. A scowl hid the mess of emotions he was feeling inside; confusion, discomfort, interest, and more the longer she talked. No one would believe him if he dragged her back to DayClan and accused her of being an agent of NightClan's, or at least not enough to matter. She was too good. Better than him, and the only option he could even consider for the good of the clan was to kill her himself. Right here, right now.
His breath hitched as her head crept closer to his, forcing him to look into her aqua eyes, glittering under the light of the moon. "Take over DayClan with me." Her words were saccharine to his ears, nudging him to give in to his life-long fantasy. Taking over with Tigerlily, tempting as it was, wasn't something he'd simply agree to if it meant NightClan was the one truly in power. However, the offer only sweetened as she brought Glowstar into the equation. The leader was far too kind, too dim-witted, too wrapped up in her own little bubble of love and Utopian bull.
Slowly, his lips pulled back into a smirk as he leaned his head down so that there was almost no space between them. The grip of his claws loosened somewhat only so that they could dance over whatever damage he may have caused. "If you're going to persuade me to do NightClan's dirty work with you, then there better be something really good in it for me," he whispered. The glint in his eyes gave away his interest in the plan, but he could just as easily back out if he felt there was nothing to be gained long-term. "Is there?"
"You can be my deputy, my right paw tom," Tigerlily smiled, it wasn't relaxed so much as certain.
This time she gently pressed her paws against his chest, testing to see when he would move off of her, "You can guide me and I'll always do my best to obey. Don't lie and say you're not the least bit interested. Take the temptation." Her muzzle moved along his as she whispered into his ear, "Snack on the pleasure of dominance with me."
She leaned back, her diamond eyes stretched wide with amusement. She doubted him, the playful twinkle in her eyes was knowing. Like he were a predictable rule following time. The kind that was unhappy with his life, but didn't possess the backbone to make any real changes. Tigerlily wasn't expecting him to say yes.
(We can wrap this rp up and next I'll make one with Snowthorn, Tigerlily, Lionpaw, and Mysteryleaf for some fun drama!)
Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 24, 2020 3:04:37 GMT -5
He'd be lying if he said the promise of being named deputy wasn't extraordinarily appealing. It had been a fantasy of his since he was a kit after all. The feeling of her paws against his chest, of her muzzle caressing his, caused time to slow and for his surroundings to disappear. Only Tigerlily, with her knowing gaze and whispers of temptation remained. He felt like he couldn't breathe, but at the same time, it was all he could do. She's playing you. His claws stung her flesh of their own volition, using her as a means to ground himself. He wasn't even aware of it. She's lying. All that mattered now was the possibility of a future in power; controlling Dayclan with the bengal at his side. His vision focused again on her and he brought their noses together.
"Deal," he exhaled and the weight of the word washed over him. The Imperial quickly drew back, taking several steps away to offer the courtesy of space. His eyes flitted momentarily down to his claws in belated realization and he sheathed them in awe. Feeling more composed, he turned to Tigerlily again. He knew the odds would be against them and that he was betraying his own moral compass in working with an outsider, but this was the closest he'd felt to his goal and he'd be a fool not to try.
(It's sad writing this knowing the result of the election lmao. I'm always ready for more drama and I want more of these two! <3)
