Pulling At The Strings [Mockingpaw] Aug 18, 2013 23:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Aug 18, 2013 23:02:45 GMT -5
Grayowl and Crimsonpaw
Along the outskirts of camp was seated a dark gray shadow, flanked closely – almost protectively – by his unassigned apprentice. The warrior's expression was one of indifference, blankly analyzing his surroundings at a constant, calculated rate in search of his smaller mirror image. He had planned that Mockingpaw be properly introduced to Crimsonpaw this afternoon, wanting his two most prized puppeteers to meet and, if all went smoothly, establish a bond and learn to harmonize their one shared perspective: loyalty to Grayowl. Seemingly nothing had changed despite the lack of time the pair had gotten to spend with one another. Crimsonpaw remained clingy, as if he was glued to Grayowl's side and prepared to take orders at any given moment. He had, surprisingly, carried that trait with him from kithood. They had exchanged plentiful a glance, yet even still Crimsonpaw's emerald eyes were rounded with that same mixture of admiration and respect. A sideway glance informed Crimsonpaw that he had managed to stick himself a little too closely upon this wait for Mockingpaw, the almost-warrior reacting in an instant with an awkward shifting of position, returning an expectant gaze toward the older tom's features as soon as Grayowl's silent, though not any less obvious, demand was carried out.
“Finally.” Grayowl muttered beneath his breath, straightening his spinal chord in a stretching manner, his dark gold eyes pleasantly fixating upon the she-cat's form as she approached. A pair of light green eyes matched Grayowl's direction, the spotted tom leaning forward slightly to get a better view of the dark gray warrior's daughter. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before – he knew enough of Grayowl's children to have familiarized with their appearances – yet he still wished to establish eye contact with her regardless to learn of precisely what kind of interactions were to follow this meeting, doing so without Grayowl stating it directly.
Crimsonpaw arched his back as the newer apprentice neared, presenting his full height, keeping a steady eye upon her at all times. When Grayowl spared a glance toward him his form instinctively shriveled – it was almost like an Omega crumbling to the terrain after receiving nothing more than an aggressive glance from their Alpha – but he was quick to return to his former posture as soon as the warrior's gaze was averted. Grayowl greeted his daughter with a smile, dipping his head in a curt nod to indicate her arrival was treasured, regardless of the slight timing deficiency. There remained an introduction that was in Grayowl's place to begin, the tom-cat acknowledging this seemingly vain responsibility with a flickering glance between the two apprentices, settling upon the features of each individual as their names were spoken:
“Crimsonpaw, I'd like for you to meet my daughter, Mockingpaw.”