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Post by shy on Feb 6, 2024 20:16:35 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, What had even happened at the border? The whole event ran through her mind over and over and over and over again, even since she turned and ran. The she-cat hadn't attacked. She'd been annoyed, sure, rude, maybe a little, kind, almost? But not cruel or violent. How could she have messed up so badly? Cinnamon snuck back into the lands she'd just been outside of, back to the cabin. It felt a little odd, staying here on their land now that one of them had been nice. Would she have been as nice if she'd known Cinnamon was from here? If she'd been found inside rather than out? That was part of the reason she wanted to be found at the border, not in it. Inside they could claim defense. Outside, they couldn't. The snow and the chill did little to ease the burning embarrassment that flowed through her. She had to talk to Percy, get a reminder about why the clans were so bad. Surely her aunt would be able to rid any doubts from her niece. But how to talk about it? Would aunt Percy be mad that Cinnamon revealed her name and didn't attack? While still debating what to say, Cinnamon's paws wound up carrying her to her aunt. She took a deep breath, trying to still her mind and heart. " Hey aunt Percy? Can we talk?" |
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Post by adrian on Feb 15, 2024 10:33:15 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/DWB8GtB/percy~png The day was quiet. Quiet, during winter, could be a good thing. It could mean the world was resting - healing. It could mean no danger was coming, for the time being, and that the cats of the cabin could rest easily. It could mean that days would be clam. But not for Percy. Percy saw the stillness for what it really was - the eye of a coming storm. And it made her restless to stay here, huddled up in a cabin, when they should be taking the fight to the clans. It wasn't enough to take up a small sliver of their territory. The entire stretch of land claimed by clans must be returned to the Valley at large. The clans must fall. Her father had to die, or what was the point of all of this? She mused on these thoughts on the wider part of the porch railing outside the cabin. From there, she watched her sister's daughter prowl up from wherever she'd been off to. Not hunting, she thought without judgment, because she carried no prey with her. Patrolling, likely. But there was an edge to her. She looked nervous. "Hey aunt Percy? Can we talk?"
"Of course we can," Percy said with a stretch. She then hopped down from the railing, so they could speak eye to eye. "Something troubling you?" she guessed with a quirked brow. |
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Post by shy on Feb 18, 2024 16:24:17 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, Some of the confusion died down as Percy spoke, as she settled back into being here, being home. Embarrassment still stung at her pelt, worsened. But her head felt clearer now. Aunt Percy was here, she could help. " I was... uh... I was near the border today and I saw a clan cat. And uh, another cat was there, someone non clan. I didn't get too close, but I heard them talking." The best solution she could find to asking her questions without implicating herself was to frame her interaction as one she merely witnessed. " I was worried the clan cat was going to attack, but they didn't. They said a bunch of stuff about like a code and not attacking and in the end both cats left without any trouble." Cinnamon tried to stay light on detail, to skip past parts of the story and get to her questions. " And that's weird, right? The clan cat seemed, not quite mean? There weren't any threats or insults. And it made me wonder if there are ... nice clan cats? If they're not all bad?" She wanted Percy to say no, to provide some reason a clan cat would fake being nice. But would that be enough to truly reassure her? To reaffirm her convictions? Her back had been turned toward the stranger, and she was left unharmed. |
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Post by adrian on Apr 28, 2024 11:59:12 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/DWB8GtB/percy~png "I was... uh... I was near the border today and I saw a clan cat. And uh, another cat was there, someone non clan. I didn't get too close, but I heard them talking." Percy tilted her head and lifted her paw in a gesture for her niece to continue. Hopefully, talking was all that clan cat did. It didn't look like Cinnamon was injured, but you could never be too cautious. "And that's weird, right? The clan cat seemed, not quite mean? There weren't any threats or insults. And it made me wonder if there are ... nice clan cats? If they're not all bad?"
Ah. Percy gave her a long look before speaking, trusting her niece to come to understand the complexities that came with purpose, conviction, and structural violence. "I don't doubt that nice, even kind, clan cats are born in this valley," she said. "But no clan cat can be good, because it is contrary to their way of life. A clan cat might be friendly in the moment, but that disposition is unreliable. Their customs are selfish and violent by nature." Would Cinnamon understand this? Perhaps an example would be more sufficient. A personal, familiar one. "My mother must have thought the warrior she coupled with was a good, kind tom. But she was proven wrong, quite brutally. You know the story. I only hope whoever met the clan cat by the border doesn't meet the same cruel fate." She wouldn't voice yet her suspicion that Cinnamon herself was the cat on the border. She deserved space to make her own mistakes and learn for them without being reprimanded at every moment. "Our purpose is not to senselessly harm every clan cat we lay eyes on. It is to destroy the system as a whole, to the betterment of the valley." |
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