[Gemini]

cardinal

Dwelling beneath the terrain's surface, tunneled within the depths of an old burrow, perhaps constructed by a considerably monumental mammal, the russet pigmented tomcat slumbered peacefully. However, the moment the sun's rays illuminated the den, a pair of verdant visionaries flickered open, glimpsing toward the luminosity. Peering through the lair entrance, Cardinal exhaled softly, scarcely capable of sitting up inside the burrow due to his massive physique. Dubiously, Cardinal vacated the hole, hoping he wouldn't harbor sorrow in another natural disaster. The Earthquake presented precaution within Cardinal; swallowing thickly, he hoisted his embodiment vertically, deviating his glaucous visage to the gully he'd been slumbering near. The abandoned hole was temporarily his abode, regarding Cardinal couldn't maintain residence for a prolonged time. Recalling the beauteous scenery he once called home, he was compelled to leave briskly upon the disaster extended amongst everyone. Amidst him was the anonymous, bewildering, and astonishing Cardinal, taken aback by anew. This is disappointing. I have undoubtedly no indication where I'm going. Amongst every other feline and different species, he wasn't the sole mammal driven to accommodate the unexplored establishment. Cardinal's visage flashed back to the moment he'd departed behind the lands as mentioned prematurely. This morning the clouds diffused the daylight to a soft, gentle sweetness; they moved extensively similar to the ocean, exhibiting the cerulean amid the alabaster dove-grey, a medley of silvers that rippled outwards to adorn the atmosphere overhead. Ambulating absentmindedly, he encountered himself discovering nearby headwater. Cardinal despised leaf-bare, an utterly temperate season, preferring sunbathing in Newleaf's sunshine. Cardinal believed he'd uncover the magnificence within the new motherland he'd consoled. Embarking on this journey conceivably existed a new chapter in life, one he'd realize to relish. Left behind were those traumatizing memories, relinquishing his charming companion and offspring. He prohibited himself from plunging into love ever again, yielding the conception of nascent love. Cardinal's beloved mate was gone, eternally. Cardinal's pulmonary artery extended as oxygen penetrated, releasing a hefty consolation sigh as he plonked down amongst his haunches. New love. It was a sentiment notion he expected to have similarly without this overwhelming apprehension. A myriad of introspections churned Cardinal's crania; he was unquestionably exhausted out of his sanity. Uncertain about what to do with himself, he initiated a questionnaire on the concept of love. His mind's profoundness illustrated those open and loving eyes; they are the wicket to his essence. Love is deep gratitude; a disseminated sense is sacrosanct and itinerant, perishing in time into the eternal cycles of living. Perhaps love is the last restorative to Cardinal's lethal conventions, whereas minimal familiarity was comprehended. His adoration for Goose was remarkable. Love is sweet, similar to fresh fruit, then candy or confectionery. Their love was kaleidoscopic. Proximately to how vibrant and distinct lusciously verdant, concentrated foresty occurred. Cardinal envisioned his love as undisturbed and compassionate despite his obsessional and possessive characteristics. Devotion attends and articulates with the perspicuity of the heart, with a connotation of the spirit of the other. In love, he'd have his "evermore bungalow," It gave him the capability to soar voluntarily, joyfully reciprocating when each heart hollered for the individual's presence. Cardinal neglected the assertion of love, whereas paranoia and dread overloaded him away from commitment. The humongous tomcat's copper-toned pelage was ruffled by the zephyr passing through, a faint groan eluding his mandibles. Externally, the distinct bachelor appeared as if nothing had vandalized him. Apprehension conveys wrath, that superheated scalding vexation that pursued penalty. It is a physical regulator charitably stranded unaided. Something that petrified Cardinal, a primitive part of the cranium, is activated to produce aggression. This fear of love predominantly frightened the ochre feline. Falling in love would deliberately trigger him. Turmoil eradicates him and deteriorates his sense of congregation into one of competition and suspicion. Cardinal ought to discover who he indeed was before the murder of his beloved ones. The eternal outrage demanded neutralization, a tranquil space in his absurd lifestyle, and respiring until he felt love again without trepidation. Cardinal hoisted his physique upright, pivoting his immense silhouette upstream, wondering where it ushered. Cardinal chortled maliciously, a foreign redolence entering his nasal passageways. "Down this course, we'll witness?" He inquired coquettishly, sniggering beneath his breath. Scrutinizing the headwater, he tracked the aroma plummeting his nostrils, adrenaline pumping through his embodiment with anticipation. Abruptly, Cardinal twisted on his foundations, launching from his hindquarters at an inclination, talons grappling the tree's bark. Exploiting his tapered grapnels, he utilized his four appendages to advance to the nearest and thickest branch. Upon locating the stoutest unit, Cardinal wriggled his herculean mass onto the extension, plunging toward the subsequent tree. Locomoting quickly from limb to limb, he eventually detected the feline, ceasing his movement. The mademoiselle appeared to be unwinding along the rivulet's bank, rendering the ochre sire expressing furrowed brows. To his stupefaction and remotest upon scrutiny, Cardinal envisioned a pathetic feline. However, the damsel before him radiated empowerment. Who was she? Cardinal's countenance displayed a crooked simper, deeming humiliation before he'd apprehended the probability of conversing. Despite these overwhelming emotions, Cardinal insisted on approaching gradually. Looming overhead, he lept to the lowest branch toward the rampant terrain. He was several measures away from the opposing rogue by mounting the topography with a reverberating thud. "Hello there," His gruff vocalizations enamored, "I didn't envision coming across you, whoever you are. I sincerely apologize if I am interrupting anything, darling."

| Notes // I am in love with this post haha | | Tagged // Ghost the Undead Goddess | | Word Count // 904 |

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

☁

Stormwind
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen

☁ — The days were getting colder.

Leafbare was slowly closing it's frigid claws around the recently changed landscape of the valley. Things had changed, many different than before including the tabby she-cat's current position in life. No longer was she bound to the ties of Rainclan - as the entire clan itself had dissolved and formed into a different faction all together. The silence of singular living was something that often weighed on the forefront of the former warrioress' mind, and it seemed like the destruction of the quake and the death of her elder mother that cut the final string tying her down.

Troutsplash would be angry, but her more sensitive brother was better fit for the stuffy, annoying lifestyle of the clans. Stormwind would live as free as her namesake, away from the rules and the regulations. Away from those who thought they ruled the nest just because they were older, or in a higher position. They all demanded respect, expecting her to just give it to them when they don't deserve it and then cats like Silverstar go and surrender their title to a different feline.

What was the point of being called a clan leader if you just give it up.

The beautiful Maine Coon flicked her thick plume of a tail, the feathered tips heavy from being wet as cool, clear water droplets splattered against the bank she lay on. The gully wasn't frozen over yet, but it was definently chilly to the touch but that didn't stop Stormwind from letting it lap at her front and hind paws. Even the soft fur of her belly was slightly damp from the occasional wash that rose higher than the other, more gentler waves. She honestly didn't even know why she still bothered herself with thinking about life in the clan, she wasn't there anymore. Despite her birth, Stormwind's heart never even held the title of Rainclanner.

She was a wanderess, her desire to move beyond the borders and the mountains haunted her dreams. To follow the direction of the winds, to wade in the movement of the water, to live alongside the storms as they blew in - her freedom was far beyond what she could even grasp at the moment. Especially since they stormy-eyed molly hadn't even made it outside of the newly shaped valley. Though, without a doubt she could already tell any cat - if she cared to actually talk to another mousebrained furball - that she had found her own form of peace.

Speaking of...

A tufted ear flickered at the faintest noises of pawsteps coming from the opposite bank, very slowly Stormwind turned her head towards the direction they were coming from. Fierce blue-gray hues flickered ever so slightly as they narrowed in on the massive shape of a ginger coated tomcat, his politeness not excluding his act of disturbing her during a lazy morning lounge. The tip of her tail flickered again as the tempermental molly mentally decided how to approach this situation.

Despite the biting sharpness of her tongue, she wasn't a fool-brained apprentice. She was no longer within the safety of Rainclan where cats wouldn't dare attack her despite the viciousness of her verbal attacks. This tomcat was more than likely a loner, a cat who had forever lived his life alone. To be honest, this was the first feline that the former Rainclanner had come across since she stepped paw out of the Tribe's cave and never looked back. She had scented other cats, that seemed to crisscross here and there - some fresh while other where stale yet she never saw any tail or fur of a single one.

Letting out a huff of air from her muzzle, Stormwind took the pause in the open-ended conversation to stand up and give a leisurely stretch; several claws peeked from the molly's chunky front paws to dig into the hard dirt as if she were kneading it. After a moment she stood and shook her lengthy, diluted coat as a few droplets of chilly stream water fluttered away from her.

"You can drop the pleasantries, 'darling'." Her voice was a raspy tone, though despite not having a sharp tongue her sass was still present within her comment. Stormwind was hardly the Queen-like she-cat that had manners and formalities, she couldn't even count the times on one paw they times she got in trouble for her foul language or rotten attitude. "Besides, you are far less... troublesome than the cats I'm used to being interrupted by." She continued as the words rumbled within her throat, stormy hues still yet to move from Cardinal's looming form.

Stormwind wasn't a small cat by any means - as she took on many Maine Coon qualities from what she assumed cat from her absent father's lineage, but just from a distance the tabby beauty knew she was practically dwarfed by scarlet fluffball before her. Very slightly the molly tilted her head as if she were sizing up Cardinal but a sigh was once again blown through the she-cat's snout before she parted her maw to speak once more. "I haven't caught your scent before..."

Stormwind padded a bit away from where the water was still lapping at her front paws, thick tail dragging behind her in almost a lazy fashion - which wasn't far from the truth as the tempermental molly didn't want to waste the energy to keep it waving around like some prissy she-cat looking for attention. "New to the valley, or just coming from the other side to see a change in scenery?" Her tone almost made it seem like she was making fun of the tomcat, but in all honesty she just had that sort of attitude practically imbued within her entire form, from the way she held herself to her every flickering stormy orbs down to her vocal interactions. 

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[Gemini]

cardinal

The monumental russet tomcat would typically stagger back and reminisce his initial procedures if he'd perceived a powerful feline before him. Cardinal might have lamented this judgment or felt alleviation. Infrequently did it transpire that Cardinal had to relieve himself from circumstances proceeding downhill. The behemoth was bloodthirsty, craving the bloodstain amongst his umber pelage. His velutinous fur dragged in the passing zephyr, disclosing multiple blemishes across his embodiment. It was evident that he'd been through numerous warlike battles. He'd nearly forfeited his life in situations, selecting an erroneous target. Typically, Cardinal got away with massacring kits and their mother or father, to be discovered and nearly slaughtered by various warriors. He would take out the mother or father to permit mourning as he had daily. Cardinal would creep into the Clans' territories and prowl his prior victims. It was invariably delightful scenery every time. A timorous chuckle escaped his mandibles, taken aback by the mademoiselle's word. The damsel appeared to be assertive and spirited in perspective, and surprisingly it hadn't fueled Cardinal with vexation. Nodding in her oversight, he comprehended that she was one who he conceivably couldn't swoon. Instead, it emerged that he was swooning over her. Typically with his charming sobriquets, felines would descend beneath his wrath quickly and find themselves in the complexion of cessation. The voluminous bachelor swallowed thickly, endeavoring to propel words, but deemed he was excessively dumbfounded to articulate. What is this furball doing to me? Flummoxed by his astonishment, he choked up on his comments. "I understand," Cardinal remarked, "Well, I am relieved that I'm less troublesome." He emphasized his final comment, just as she had when mentioning it. Cardinal observed that the opposing loner hadn't removed her eyes from his voluminous silhouette. He was humongous, abnormally. The unknown mademoiselle was particularly immense, appearing to take on the genetics of a Maine Coon. Unfortunately for her, her size was more undersized than the tom looming overhead. Cardinal scrutinized her cautiously, remaining on his foundations if she'd mistakenly assailed the lethal rogue. Since the Earthquake, he hadn't been able to slaughter, hindering his hobby from persisting with consistency. "Nor have I caught yours," Cardinal verbalized in his husky, charming vocalizations, "I am not new. I was moved out of the previous motherland, like the clans, tribe, and other loners. It's undoubtedly luxurious out here. Did you depart before it all ensued?" He questioned, tilting his crown slightly to the left, visionaries shimmering with unpredictable devilishness. Cardinal was one of the largest scoundrels anyone could lay eyesight upon. "What's a beauteous molly like you accomplishing out here, all by your lonesome?" He inquired teasingly, cocking his brows as his crania lifted. He may have teasing vocals, whereas he was genuinely curious. He was pestering the incorrect she-cat, utterly conscious of the precautions. He was interested in how much she could tolerate in terms of Cardinal himself. However, he wanted to be meticulous; he was mistakenly relatively minimal with vigilance. Cognizant of his minor caution, he briskly reminded himself to ease into the dialogue. Perhaps Cardinal could not contain himself in front of the damsel due to her snarkiness and the fact that she radiated empowering exuberance he rarely appealed to. A few factors played into the current circumstances, provoking Cardinal to plummet downhill. Cardinal never lost himself in his words, disconnected from his typical unemotional consciousness. This was unorthodox, unbelievably bizarre for him. He didn't withdraw his vibrant, lush visage from the long-haired feline, wondering what she was named. Did she harbor a warrior's name? Was she a loner from birth? There was no answer until he decided to question who she was. "Oh, it's relatively boorish of me; I didn't introduce myself," The russet sire chuckled, "My name's Cardinal, previously known as Russettalon, warrior of RainClan." He hoped either one of those names triggered within the unfamiliar molly. Some cats familiarized Cardinal as the brute he was, murdering lineages within clans when given the opportunity. He hadn't been birthed into the solitary life, as he became a rogue immediately after his exile. He practically exiled himself, as he could've been obliterated after his actions. If anything, Cardinal would ultimately be desired by all clans. The bachelor would eventually crumble beneath the wrath of the kin, followed by demise if he hadn't restricted his murderous conventions. However, there was no stopping Cardinal without an individual to hinder his favored activity until he perished. In an adrenaline rush, the exhilaration of eluding numerous felines transmitted shivers down his backbone. Cardinal may have been pleased with the present situation because the mademoiselle surfaced to be constructing the conversation, which didn't frequently ensue with Cardinal. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" Cardinal deprived his vernacular of any endearing epithets he considered. The damsel occurred to be a loner, but perhaps she was a former warrior herself. Depending on the appellation exposed to him, he would depict whether or not she was. Maybe she bore her warrior name with dignity, as infrequent rogues settled to preserve their clan namesake. Her representation meant more than just a reputation to Cardinal. The justification he examined the names was that he determined how they'd been in terms of dexterity, persona, or coloration. The names of warriors the Clans selected primarily represented something. He wouldn't dare question the molly until he attained his first conclusion. What was her name? She was a tempestuous bachelorette, for sure.

| Notes // stirring the pot | | Tagged // Ghost the Undead Goddess | | Word Count // 904 |

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

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Stormwind
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen

☁ — "Freedom."

Her tone was cold, a quick snap of the word as it fell from her maw while those sharp fangs of her clicked together. It was a single worded reply to his question, one that she decided very quickly that she didn't appreciate coming from the larger tomcat. She had spent moons in Rainclan, or the clan known formerly known as, constantly being questioned on her every movement. She had felt suffocated under that amount of restriction, and she did not turn her back on those within the clan just for some oversized furball to ask her what she was accomplishing by lying around in the wilderness alone.

For a second, there was a flash of anger within those beautiful stormy hues of the elegant she-cat who stood broadside to Cardinal. Despite the lack of manners she may have put on display, she was the epitome of a beautiful and potentially dangerous damsel. It was clear she didn't fear the monstrous bachelor before her, though on her part it could have been a mixture of immaturity and lack of proper experience away from the clans. Though, her pride as a temperamental feline was like a burr within the thickness of her beautiful silver based coat. Perhaps one day her mouth or her attitude would get her into serious trouble, though all the lessons attempted to be brought down on her prior had fallen on purposefully deaf ears.

An ear atop her head twitched, whether or not her sharp response had bothered Cardinal - he didn't show it as he paused but a moment before introducing himself.

She had never been much on reading others, in fact it was a past time she found rather boring. Why would she spend time trying to read the thoughts or emotions from cats that she couldn't even stand to be around for long enough to catch their foul scent - yet, there was somewhat of a budding curiousity when it came to Cardinal, across the stream from her. She didn't miss the way he studied her, watched her carefully with those large green orbs of his.

Was it curiosity or was it morbid desire?

The second his life details parted from his maw in a tumbling rumble, Stormwind couldn't help the blatant laugh that fell from her muzzle, a beautiful sound though somewhat harsh and almost mocking when it came from her. "Of all the cats in the valley, and yet I find myself running into another Rainclanner." There was a hint of haughty venom in her tone when she spoke not necessarily about Cardinal but about the place in which he had been birthed. She held no love from her the home that she supposedly shared with this new loner - or perhaps a rogue considering he changed his name from that of Russet-talon to what he introduced himself only moments prior.

"Rainclan doesn't exist anymore. Silverstar was yellow-bellied, couldn't even keep his position and bowed out to some cat from another clan when they all decided to merge together." Her tone quickly shifted, a low growl of disgust and disapproval rising within the Maine Coon's throat. She could easily remember the day it happened, and though she had already decided the next steps in her life would be departing her from her birth clan, it didn't stop that final stone of disrespect for the former leader from tumbling down that hill. Even the mention of him caused her visionaries to go as stormy as her namesake, her temper not far behind it.

Though, her own curiosity found the better of her after a moment of soaking in this tomcat's name and linage - she didn't remember stories being told of a tom called Russet-talon. So either he left with no story to his name, or he had done something so bad that during exile they abolished his entire being from the clan itself. Though she wondered, something about this tomcat didn't seem to settle with the more easy going of the two possibilities; she wondered what exactly his stand was when it came to the group that once held the title of Rain. How long had this red coated behemoth wandered the valley before the quake, how long had his memory perhaps haunted those who had hunted among the reeds?

The thick plumage of tail flickered lazily behind the silky tabby she-cat as she continued to study him with those every changing blue-gray hues, emotions constantly flittered with each blink and one never lasted longer than another. In fact, they almost mimicked the quickness in which her emotions and natural rolled around - her namesake not just for show but truly a display for how the molly held herself. She had been born within a storm that had flooded Rainclan, and she was a tempest that couldn't be held down.

"Stormwind."

She stood there, head held high as she finally introduced herself with pride and near arrogance that could only amount from the silver based she-cat herself. If narcissism had a face, it would definitely be hers that it showed. A mark that many called negative but something that she over glorified; especially when it had come to the rest of those within her clan. She was disrespectful to those in power, she was disrespectful to those who were suppose to mentor her - thank god she was no longer under Moosejaw's annoying watch. She had strengths and abilities that were overlooked and underappreciated by the clan who had lost it's leader and title to that of another clan.

Of course she was a better feline than all of Rainclan put together.

Though she lacked any true respect for most cats, the abrasive molly finally lowered herself to her haunches in a comfortable sitting position, not longer feeling the needs to make herself seem threatening or defensive. While she still didn't have the full story on this Cardinal, she didn't feel like she was currently in danger. That didn't stop her from keeping her stormy hues pinning him down across the thing stretch of water that lay between the two of them. "For your curiosity's sake," Her tone was still somewhat snippy but it seemed to no longer have that sharp edge to it from earlier, her moods once again swinging like a pendulum and where it would land was any cat's guess.

"I left the others behind to shelter with the tribe cats - as mousebrained as they are, at least their cave was safe from the quake." Though she hardly sounded thankful or gracious about the group of mountain cats who had taken her and the others in during that time. Her ear flickered as she tilted her head ever so slightly before straightening herself and letting her thick tail shift through the sand behind her without any worries of it getting dirty. "I left as soon as I was able. The wilderness called to me, and I am free of dealing with worthless rules under a worthless leader."

"And what of you, Cardinal? What are you doing, wandering the valley under a different title?" Her gaze quickly narrowed, staring straight into the tomcat's unreadable green gaze - like an emerald fire that she found didn't burn and, in some ways, intrigued her.

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[Gemini]

[googlefont=Bebas Neue]

"I SHED BLOOD FOR YOU, MY LOVE."

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any introspections shrouded Cardinal's mentality as he scrutinized the opposing rogue, churning his brain as he listened to the brisk snap in her vocalizations. She possessed uncertain wrath, blessing Cardinal's essence with such a powerful ambiance. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do, having a pawful with the fierce she-cat. She didn't seem all that interested in the conversation, deeming her someone who prefers a detached reality, astray from everything else if possible. The stormy-hued damsel harbored a fire within them, perhaps the fire before the storm. She was unanticipated in her disposition, a disaster lingering to strike. The flames that consumed demanded everything become ashes, the heat radiating outward as a wave of fury, and the obliteration a terrible thrill. It was as if the fire reflected the arsonist of a forest fire, who wanted no more than to burn instead of face water. Her eyes were enticing, feeling more intrigued by the cold-blooded mademoiselle; she was a sovereign, thriving on a throne. Cardinal analyzed everything, from her intense visage to her feathery plume, which swayed elegantly. It was transparent that his opposer was confident and seemingly someone who knew what she desired in life; perhaps she was content.

The tomcat felt genuine curiosity about the she-cat across the source of water, sharp green gaze watching her every movement. Cardinal observed facial expressions and body language, pondering what exactly was going through her mind. He expressed a lightened purpose in his eyes, depleting his typical cold stare. It would be dangerous if he conveyed mischievous darkness, as the eyes were the window to the soul. They told one everything, primarily the intentions of another. Stormwind maintained the eyes of dove feathers, not the albino kind, but the ones with a hue so softly grey that they could have been pencil drawn. Her grey eyes are sliver-fire that one would always want to stay within her flame. Listening to the venom in her vocalizations, he recognized the Clan's mentioning had possibly set her off into a fit of rage about her previous home. "RainClan, they're pretty pathetic if you ask me; now MistClan, their new Clan, is not much better. StarClan gave Cloverstar a few pawfuls." Cardinal retorted, a snort escaping his mandibles at the thought of the merging. He wondered why four clans merged, leaving one Clan to hold itself. Clan life was eccentric.

Cardinal had listened to gossip from other loners or even Clan cats he'd met previously after the Earthquake struck, and a new awakening for everyone began. Cardinal wished nothing would occur like that again, feeling isolated during those brisk, frightening moments. Nothing had disturbed him before, unlike the Quake. "That's unfortunate. Perhaps he couldn't handle the pressure, shaken in his pads from the Quake." He commented, frontals extending toward the creek water, which divided the two rogues. The unknown mademoiselle was a powerful typhoon, one he hadn't desired to run into, yet he was delighted with the circumstances. Usually, he'd be devising the murder, wondering about the family she has, if any. However, his perspective was different, and so were his intentions. Cardinal's monumental frame stepped closer; frontal digits pressed onto a chilled rock within the stream as he gradually lingered closer. "I hope you don't mind the approach; if I had intentions of harm, it would've been done by now." He stated, vocalizations convincing in demeanor. And a few moments later, she finally announced her name, keeping the name she was given from RainClan. He questioned it, wondering why she decided to keep her name if she despised RainClan so much; it was astonishing, although his countenance remained still and placid.

Stormwind. Cardinal couldn't help but allow a snicker to escape his maws when the damsel proudly announced her name, appointed by RainClan. He was amused by her confident presence, desiring to learn more about the assured she-cat. The opposing feline was a storm. The clouds that gather, a silver fade, from the strongest grey to soft whites, have command of the skies today. She's the boldest storm anyone can determine, the rain confined in a wind that splits trees and tosses branches with robust winds. Anyone can pray for pleasant weather, but it takes the best individuals to welcome the storm and show others how to thrive once it passes. Though, he didn't want the gale to dissipate, as there was typically a rainbow after the storm. Conceivably there was more lying beneath the armor cast around Stormwind. Or not; only he could endeavor to find out more about her. Stormwind seemed to be the type to hold to herself, never relying on anyone else's aid or opinion other than hers. As he reached the other side of the creek, he stood about a fox-length away from her, not wanting her to feel threatened as she'd finally settled upon her haunches.

The damsel's vocals appeared to soothe, becoming less venomous and callous when she communicated her thoughts. Cardinal didn't mind her outspoken attitude or the less caustic voice. "Those tribe cats are mouse-brained, but they are lovely in terms of use; they adhere to your flank if needed." He remarked, an array of chuckles leaving him as he shifted his gaze back to Stormwind, meeting her stormy visage. Cardinal observed them for a moment, listening as she spoke. The silver hues were as molten silver, swirling in steady and radiating ripples. He was fascinated by her grey sky-colored eyes, displaying imagery before a storm and the greys of every shade and depth. He could swim in the atmosphere so subtly electric, alive with an excitement for what was to come. Cardinal was scornful to be welcomed by Stormwind; although he wasn't necessarily included, she allowed him to remain there without a fight or hissing and spitting. "Rules are merely restrictions, something a feline shouldn't need to adhere to live a dutiful life."

When Stormwind questioned him, Cardinal remained silent momentarily as he scanned over her once more. He typically intended to concentrate the conversation on the feline he conversed with rather than himself. Though, regarding his new intentions, he supposed it couldn't hurt. "I would've been exiled if I didn't leave, and if cats hear my name, they'll track me down until the borders of their territories." He glanced toward the flowing water, imagining the pools of blood that he's left behind. "You might be able to assume what I did, but you might look at me differently, and quite frankly, I am enjoying our conversation. Why don't we focus on you? Your life is certainly more intriguing than mine, Stormwind." He cooed, attempting to charm his way out of speaking about his past.

"This is speaking."

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