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Lionpaw stopped at Endless Falls, the rushing of water cancelling out anyone from listening in. He didn't like water much, no WinterClan cat did, it was associated with death. Even stepping into water back home was dangerous given how cold it was. Although today it was especially dangerous given the cold air around them and slightly frosted edges of the pond that stood before them.
"What are we doing here?" Lionpaw asked, turning back to Snowthorn and Tigerlily.
"We know your intentions of coming here aren't pure, so what are you really after?" Tigerlily asked before taking a glance at Snowthorn, they could be rough if the kid didn't start talking soon.
Lionpaw rolled his eyes at the pair of them, Sweetiepeach's marigold eyes in his sockets. They were far too alike. "I'm not up to anything, but I do have to pick up my fiance from WinterClan, but I don't want anyone making a big deal about it so that's kind of my secret?" He offered.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 31, 2020 2:05:00 GMT -5
Lionpaw's confession meant almost nothing to Snowthorn. All he saw in those marigold eyes was the same secrecy and betrayal he'd found in Sweetiepeach. The similarity alone was enough to make his blood boil. Surely, the kid had to be hiding something more from them. With a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face, the Imperial took a few steps closer to the apprentice. Even after Mysteryleaf's tantrum, Snowthorn moved with a calculated elegance and grace. The only reminder of his "loss" was the raw mark stretching from the center of his chest to his stomach. A scar that would lighten over time.
"Kind of? So could there be more to it than that?" He paused for a moment to consider his next words. "In this family of ours, honesty is very important. We want to be able to trust you. So, we'll ask again nicely... what are you really after?"
