Know Your Enemy. [Brokensong] Jan 18, 2015 15:35:22 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jan 18, 2015 15:35:22 GMT -5
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He was on the outside looking in, a stranger that was no longer welcome to come and go as he pleased. Since his exile, he had known that it was best to keep his distance - give TreeClan some time to forget about him, and to convince themselves that he was nothing but a bad memory that would never return to haunt them. Of course, they would be wrong, but he wouldn’t put it passed his old Clanmates to always hope that things would work themselves out, and that their problems would just go away without a fight. Lionstar had made it impossible for him to switch his allegiance, with although pitiful, wasn’t overly problematic. He was limited to the wilderness of the mountains, and though it posed plentiful a danger, he was thrilled by the challenge. He wouldn’t make it so easy for TreeClan’s benevolent leader to get rid of him, like he was nothing more than a pesky flea that could be pecked from the thick fur of his neck. On occasion, he would wander dangerously close to the border, and today he had pushed the limit to brand new heights. His scent would be difficult to discern, but present nonetheless. Hopefully word would be taken to Lionstar that his malevolent pain in the neck wasn’t gone just yet.
There was rustling in the grass below, Grayowl having taken to the advantageous points of a tree just beyond the borderline. He ventured as close to the edge of the branch as he dared, putting all of his weight upon his back legs, luminescent yellow eyes unblinking as he waited for whatever member of TreeClan this was to be unmasked. A part of him, however small, hoped to see Mockingbird or Sootpaw push into the open, traveling the borders once again in search of their maniacal father’s face. Even though it wasn’t one of his spawn that had decided to make an appearance, he was no less enthusiastic about what was free to take place in this particular kind of company.
“Hello, little bird.” He cooed to the mute she-cat like she was a newborn, anticipating the sound of its mother or father’s voice. In the branches of the tree, he was thoroughly disguised, but she’d be able to pinpoint his location with ease, a pair of golden eyes seething as they locked upon her being as though she was planned to be his next meal. Dropping down from the canopy, he was now eye-level with the TreeClanner, a gross smile spreading across his charcoal muzzle in greeting. “Your companion isn’t near?” He confirmed his suspicions with a pronounced inhalation of the air, “such a shame that is. I hope he’s well and unharmed.” The exile took a gracious step closer, jaw opened threateningly.
His forepaws were just pressed against the line that differed TreeClan’s territory from NightClan's, whether his intention was to cross or to remain on NightClan's side yet to be determined. “He likely wishes that you’re well and unharmed, too. You certainly will be for another day, I’m sure, as long as you don’t run.” He put emphasis on the last word, adding an exaggerated roll of his eyes, as though nothing would burden him more than to see her turn-tail and race back towards her camp to try and communicate to someone that he was near their borders once again - that the menace had returned, after all. “Don’t think that I wouldn’t chase you, little bird. Nothing would please me more than to take from this Clan until there is nothing left of it for me to rip apart.” There was a demonic glimmer in his eyes, a suppressed chuckle hanging off the corner of his upturned lip. “Feel free to pass on that message.”
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