Post by soot on Mar 6, 2023 12:38:24 GMT -6
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[attr="class","sbox"]After the conversation with the RedwoodClan tom had been a bust, Monarchmask sulked around. I’d hate for this night to be a total loss, surely there is someone around here worth talking to ? He prowled the outskirts, face stony as he mulled over his choices. He could go and torment the cluster of apprentices which had formed. A few RedwoodClan ones, a tabby tom and a calico she-cat, had begun talking to a snooty-faced gray tom who Monarchmask presumed was ThistleClan. He prowled right past the strange tunnel cat who Quickstrike was chatting with and his patience was beginning to wane. Ugh, I guess I’ll go find Wildclaw. He could imagine his friend needed saving right about now, likely from starting a fight with someone else. The idea made the tortie tom chuckle slightly, knowing that his friend was more inclined to feel uncomfortable or tense rather than amicable in a setting like this. The only time he likes seeing the other clans is when he’s been given the chance to use his claws on them.
Monarchmask began to circle back, avoiding Juncoshadow as he did, knowing that if the tom spotted him hanging too closely on Wildclaw, he may unintentionally give the other something to run home with. His lip curled at the reminder that he was to be a kept tom now. Faithful my tail, what Perchwhisker doesn’t know can’t and won’t hurt her. With his mind whirling with other thoughts, he did not at all see the entirely-white tail which had been splayed out on the floor before him. Carelessly, one of his white-tipped paws came down forcefully onto the extremity, which elicited a sharp noise from the also-white cat whom it belonged to.
His gaze flickered to the bright, flared eyes which had landed on him. He offered an unapologetic smile and made to move around the clearly-annoyed she-cat without a word.
Monarchmask began to circle back, avoiding Juncoshadow as he did, knowing that if the tom spotted him hanging too closely on Wildclaw, he may unintentionally give the other something to run home with. His lip curled at the reminder that he was to be a kept tom now. Faithful my tail, what Perchwhisker doesn’t know can’t and won’t hurt her. With his mind whirling with other thoughts, he did not at all see the entirely-white tail which had been splayed out on the floor before him. Carelessly, one of his white-tipped paws came down forcefully onto the extremity, which elicited a sharp noise from the also-white cat whom it belonged to.
His gaze flickered to the bright, flared eyes which had landed on him. He offered an unapologetic smile and made to move around the clearly-annoyed she-cat without a word.
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