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If there was one thing to pass the time in these dreary days being stuck in a clan who worshipped the moon, of all things, it was that the community served as bountiful entertainment. While people watching could be considered one of his favorite hobbies, his utmost unparalleled delight was when such an esteemed member of the community – those who think themselves far superior to their brethren – would babble and blush under his words. Their flustered discomfort was amusing, but the tricky ones were the best – the ones he had to break down until he could mold them into the perfect prey. After that he got bored and moved on, but the battle in the meantime? The chase of cat versus mouse? It was delectable.
As of recent, though, he wasn't having the best of luck finding someone to break. The tom sighed and leaned against a tree, observing those who came and went. They all seemed impervious now. It was a shame.
Cinderpeak was exhausted, stumbling finally into an area with a solid scent. This must be another one of those clans. He had walked away from WinterClan without looking back. Now he sighed and flopped down onto his side, breathing heavily. Maybe a cat would notice him now that he'd breached their territory lines.
Ears swiveled. Mouth parted and scent spread on the tongue.
Aeshma Daeva glanced to the side, a coy smile curling on his lips. Standing straight, the tom navigated through the twisting turns of the dark territory until he stopped a few foxlengths from the collapsed feline. Tilting his head, he padded forward.
“You’re both the stiffest and floppiest corpse I’ve ever met.” The tom smirked down at him, now standing above. “Either you’re trying to play dead or you’re feeling pretty cozy. Feel free to make yourself at home.” He sat down and stretched. “But why are you here? You’re not injured, yet you stumble in here like you’re on a serious strain of catmint.”
His eyes suddenly went bright. “You didn’t pass through Primal Instinct, did you?” His voice was excited.
The giant tom shook his head half-heartedly. He was excited to see a face finally, but oh was he exhausted. Cinderpeak rolled to a seated position, but he remained slumped.
"I don't think so. They're the scary ones, right?" Though for him, WinterClan was scary enough. "Anyway, I'm here on accident. I was just trying to get out of WinterClan, but I didn't see any cats for a long time. Could you tell me where I am right now, by the way?"
Disappointment pulled his face down and he huffed. So much for a thrilling story. He'd heard tale of the Primal Instinct cats and always wanted to visit. Unfortunately, it didn't seem there'd be an opportunity any time soon.
"I suppose." He hummed, doubt in his tone. He didn't think they were scary. If anything, the legends that surrounded them were thrilling. His eyebrows raised at the tom's confession. "WinterClan? Sweetheart, you're in MoonClan. How long have you been traveling?" He blinked.
An exhausted shrug. "I stumbled around for a while. Ended up backtracking on accident. Skimmed another clan's territory."
Cinderpeak thought for a moment about what he knew of MoonClan and came up empty. He might as well stay for a while, if they would let him. "Would it be.. alright if I came to stay in your clan for a while? I would go through any initiation, that's alright." He'd done it once before and he could probably do it again.
Ash blinked. “You’re asking the wrong person here, love. I’m just a ghost of the clan. No real purpose, no real connection. The one you’ll want to see is Marvel.”
He bit his lip before bending down and starting to try and haul the tom up by his scruff. “Up you go. I can’t carry you all the way there. Catch your breath and we’ll head to camp. You can see her if she’s not busy. My brother used to rule this place, did you know that? It was like being royalty. At least until he up and vanished, but I’m still here, so all is well.”
Padding back the way he had come, it was silent for a few moments before he made a sound as though he’d just remembered something. “Ah! By the way, I hope you don’t mind being a prisoner. Marvel’s not too fond of outsiders anymore — very different from Levi, he was always so happy to welcome all the strays — so she may imprison you at first glance. But we have a wonderful initiation system, so you’re welcome to go through that if you want your freedom.”
He stopped and glanced back at him with sparkling eyes and a gentle smile. “Are you coming? I promise, I don’t bite.” He purred. “The others might, but I promise I’ll be gentle.” He giggled.
Cinderpeak let out a grunt as he forced himself to his paws. The other tom was right - there was no way he could carry him.
"I've been a prisoner before. I don't particularly like it. Oh - I never asked your name! I'm Cinderpeak." He eyed the other tom and smiled a little at the quip. The MoonClan cat seemed nice enough.
"You may not like it, but I'd wager you're not going to find any better treatment around these parts."
The tom's eyes traveled up and down Cinderpeak's form. "Aeshma Daeva. You can call me Ash. I don't think anyone's used my full name since my father's days." He cleared his throat. "So! Where was your favorite place to be imprisoned?"
Ash and Cinder, names with such similar connotations. Cinderpeak found himself oddly happy to share something with this tom. There was something alluring about him that he just could not put his paw on.
"Favorite place?" He snorted, amused at the dark humor from Ash. "If I get to see you, maybe it'll be MoonClan."
Wait, why did he say that? Ash was literally a stranger taking him to a prison right now. He had to be woozy from the travel, that's all.
A surprised purr reverberated in his chest and the tom glanced at him with renewed spark. He believed the tom to be as quiet and naive as the rest of his victims he wooed and manipulated with his charms and looks. The fact that this Cinderpeak was willing to play along with him only made the game more interesting. "Then I assure you, darling, this will be a time to remember."
Days had passed. Ash still found himself utterly enthralled in his new prey, however, something very different from what he was used to. The tom padded toward the prisoners keep with a tilted head and sparkling eyes.
The prisoner looked up from his task - playing with a bug - and his eyes lit up. "Ash!" he exclaimed, leaving the insect alone to bound toward the cat he knew the best here.
"It's so boring here. When do I get to get out?" Cinderpeak missed being a warrior who could come and go as he pleased. He also hated that Ash spent his time with all the others and not with him. "Please take me out. Let's go on a mini patrol. Let's hunt. Let's anything!"
