Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 20:19:11 GMT -5
Show me how to lie, you’re getting better all the time,
and turning all against one is an art that’s hard to teach.
Assigned to a morning hunting patrol, Magpiewing was quite content that his presence seemed to be on its way to becoming normalized in RainClan. He had been nothing but friendly and polite since he arrived, striving not to step on any tail and trying only to be helpful or to stay out of the way at least. He had no desire for his enemy host to become displeased with his presence, after all, though he was beginning to miss his mate, if for no other reason than the chance to remove his mask for a few moments. It was becoming tiring, having little to no respite from his performance. He dared not simply wander RainClan's territory on his own, for that could be construed in a hostile manner; cats were likely to jump to conclusions about him being some sort of spy, scoping out their territory for an attack or some such nonsense.
As if Lionstar would ever trust him with such a thing. Not that it wouldn't be a fitting job for him, who could very likely claim to be TreeClan's most observant warrior. While he generally used his skills for observing other cats, he could easily turn it to surveying the land, remembering every nook and cranny, the best hiding spots and the best hunting spots, the places where leaves tended to gather to rustle as a cat passed through, impossible not to hear, and the places where the path was clear and silence reigned. If Lionstar was at all interested in making him a proper ally, a valuable ally he would be, but simply for his choice in mate, Lionstar would never trust him nor seek him out as any sort of ally.
Mockingbird had perhaps been a mistake in that choosing her as his mate chipped his mask of normality, but he did not regret the decision either way. He could play off his choice easily enough. Innocently, he would defend his mate to any that questioned his choice. Mockingbird did not ASK to be the daughter of a murderer and a traitor, and she should NOT be judged for her father's crimes. Just because he was the first to give her a chance didn't make him a bad cat, it made everyone ELSE a bad Clanmate. He had made a number of his Clanmates think twice about their preconceived notions of his mate with such drivel, especially when Mockingbird played nothing more than a charming young she-cat to any she interacted with. Still, some cats would always judge her, and by extension him, and he was certain Lionstar was one of them.
Mockingbird, and his choice not to acknowledge his firstborn, Nightsky, were the two cracks in his mask he had to be very careful to hide while he amongst his Clanmates. His son he could play off as well, after all if Bluejay could forgive him for turning his back on his only kit with her dead sister due it being 'too painful for him', then any other cat should buy the story just as easily. But here in RainClan, no cat knew his mate, nor her murderous father, nor his forsaken son. Here in RainClan, his mask was flawless. Honestly, it made things just a little too easy.
Pushing past some ferns to rejoin the rest of his patrol at the river, a mouse dangling from his jaws, he paused to survey the RainClan cats sitting by the water's edge, still as stones. Roselight and Piketooth sat a little farther away, so he focused his attention on Stormfeather. The she-cat snatched a fish from the water, quick as a snake. Certain he would not be interrupting since she had just caught something, Magpiewing made his way over to her with a friendly purr, setting his mouse at his paws to speak, awe in his tone, “Wonderful catch! I don't think I'll ever tire of watching you RainClanners fish. I may not appreciate the taste, but it is such an impressive skill.” He wasn't being entirely disingenuous, but he was certain it wasn't as impressive a skill as all the other Clans seemed to think it was. A cat could learn to do anything any of the other Clans specialized in, with enough practice.
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet.
and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet.
@shady