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If there was one warrior duty that Cloudweaver would never get accustomed to, it was guard duty.
"Man, I could really go for some food right now," Cloudweaver said, mostly to himself. "Too bad I'm stuck here guarding these idiots." Just as he was beginning to yawn, there was a startled squeak from the corner, and a very sick looking rat came stumbling in front of Cloudweaver before its legs suddenly gave out on it with one last, pathetic whimper. "...Huh. That was a freebie."
“Who are you calling an idiot, sweetheart?” The black tom stretched languidly from the shadows where the rat had scurried away. Silver eyes glinted mischievously and he turned his head to the side, sending the tom a sultry gaze. “By the way, you’re welcome.” He glanced down at the rat. “He was my plaything for a while there. You should take it as a compliment. I don’t sacrifice my friends often.”
"Hey, idiot is a term of endearment to me." Cloudweaver gave the prisoner a lopsided grin. "It's a compliment, I swear! Anyway, if this rat is yours, you want it back? We could play ball with it while you tell me war criminal stories, or whatevs you guys get imprisoned for."
The tom blinked, taken aback – which wasn't an easy feat for many and the very accomplishment was something to be proud of on Cloudweaver's part – before throwing his head back and laughing. "You're very strange. Sure, I have nothing else to do. Nowhere to be. Besides, why miss out on the opportunity to spend time with such an attractive tom?" He chuckled darkly and sat, motioning for the tom to lob the now dead rat toward him. "I have no war criminal stories, unfortunately. I'm sorry to disappoint. I could share other stories though, tales of darkness and death, if that's what you're after."
"Hey man, cut down on the flirting," Cloudweaver said with a fake pout. "I'm married to a husband that doesn't love me, after all!" Ah, arranged marriages. Worked out for everyone but Cloudweaver and Icyhaven, it seemed. "I'll settle for any kind of story at this point. You know what the only thing more boring than prison is? Guarding one."
Stygian chuckled and shook his head, though there was sympathy in silver eyes. He didn't know much about his mother and father, other than what his uncle told him, but from what he heard, they were deeply in love. He would say it was one of the many things about WinterClan, he didn't understand or support, the idea of arranged marriages, but the truth of the matter was, he'd experienced it before. The control of one's bloodline existed outside of the 'royalcore' clan he was imprisoned in. He wasn't sure if that boded well for him.
