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Post by shy on Apr 3, 2024 15:37:55 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, Up on the old metal roof of the cabin, Cinnamon's dark coat almost blended in with the rust. It took a bit of effort getting this high up, and at times the roof felt like it might fall out from under her paws, but the view was worth it. Especially with a friend. While Bluebell was younger than her by a few moons, he was one of the cats closest in age to her in this cabin. And yet despite normally feeling on top on the world while on the roof, today she was still hung up on that stranger at the border. Why had she even held a conversation? Why hadn't she tried to fight? To kill? To defend her strange border? Why did she linger at the edges of Cinnamon's mind? Why did she almost want to see the stranger again? " Have you ever seen a clan cat?" Cinnamon asked, trying to act casual. " Like up close?" |
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Post by cosmic on Apr 29, 2024 15:37:41 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/9e/a7/aa/9ea7aac8bdad50b5e68002eedd52cca9~jpg Solace, for once, in his troubled, little mind. As much as Bluebell liked to prove himself by tussling with anyone that dared to challenge him, it got tiring sometimes. Not that he would show it, especially in front of the ones that he looked up to. His eyes scanned the horizon from the roof of the cabin, with the gentle breeze ruffling his short blue fur.
The silence was nice, and not being able to hear his mother's nagging voice behind him as he sat. "It's too dangerous to be up here," she would probably be saying right now. He was an adult now, he could make his own decisions.
But, the silence broke when Cinnamon, his close friend, asked him quite the question. "Uh... duh?" he scoffed. Obviously, he had, as all the other cats here had an interaction with a clan cat. All negative experiences, which is why they built this coalition. But the second part of the question made his ears turn sharply toward the she-cat. What a strange question to have to ask.
"Foxglove, Percy, and I stumbled upon a clan cat recently. Well, the clan cat stumbled upon us. It was a weird conversation, not enough claws in my opinion." The tom raised his paw to lick, before combing over his ears. His yellow eyes pierced toward the rust-colored cat. "Momma told me the story of when I was a kit, they intentionally killed my sibling. That's why it's just me."
Bluebell gazed harshly at the she-cat. "Why do you wanna know, huh?" |
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Post by shy on May 4, 2024 19:34:16 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, " Uh... duh?" Cinnamon felt hot embarrassment prickle under her pelt at Bluebell's response. Like it was obvious, like everyone everywhere had already seen a clan cat before and she was odd for only just meeting her first one. But she tried to keep her embarrassment to herself as her friend spoke, though she only grew more and more embarrassed. He and Foxglove and her aunt had all gotten to see a clan cat recently. Had aunt Percy told her? Maybe she had and she'd forgotten, she had been distracted lately. And when he mentioned the story of his sibling dying at a clan cat's paws she wanted to crawl underground and hide. But she was stuck on the metal roof, fully exposed. " Just curious. Not everyone's seen 'em. I only just saw my first clan cat. Nothing much happened. Kinda boring, really." That last bit was a lie. But she wanted to seem calm and casual. " But that felt kinda weird, it being boring. Clan cats are supposed to be ruthless." Weren't they? Wasn't that why they were here? Why would one clan cat kill a defenseless kit and another not kill a slightly aggressive adult who turned her back? How could those extremes coexist in the clans? |
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Post by cosmic on May 24, 2024 14:57:15 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/9e/a7/aa/9ea7aac8bdad50b5e68002eedd52cca9~jpg [tw: foul language]
Bluebell wasn't able to read the embarrassment on the she-cat's face, though there was a weird feeling in the air between them. They had been friends since they both had arrived at the cabin, and Cinnamon was one of the only cats that didn't really get on his nerves usually. Ever since Aster and Apricot introduced the kits together, they were basically supposed to be inseparable. Not to mention the teasing they would get for being friends, and how the other teenage cats would insinuate that they were "lovers". That usually got met with Bluebell's claws across their face.
Cinnamon mentioned that she had met a clan cat and that it was boring. His brows furrowed as he looked to her explaining the situation. There was something that she wasn't telling about the situation, not going into enough detail and being pretty vague. "Boring how?" he questioned, with a shift of his position to be more toward the she-cat.
The ruddy she-cat still continued, with questions about the notion of clan cats being ruthless. Despite trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, why was she all of a sudden so curious about this? They had both lived in the cabin for so long, and obviously had seen how horrible the clan cats are. Or was she really that sheltered by her mom and aunts?
"As someone explained to me, yeah, the clan cats are sometimes not outwardly ruthless or aggressive. But, at the end of the day, they want to get rid of cats like us. Why do you think that they protect their borders so closely? You might be friends with one of them one day, but if their leader commanded it, they would kill you without cause. At least we have a cause, because we are tired of being treated like shit." |
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Post by shy on Jun 7, 2024 16:04:15 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, " Boring how?" Perhaps it was weird and suspicious to call it boring. But she didn't know what else to call it without letting the truth out. The last thing she wanted was for someone to find out, especially not Bluebell. They were friends but she imagined he'd make fun of her if he knew the truth. " Boring like nothing happened. There was a non-clan cat at the border and they both just walked away. I thought they'd like fight or something." Cinnamon explained, giving her chest a quick lick as embarrassment continued to worm under her pelt. Hopefully her lie to Bluebell matched up well enough with her earlier lie to Percy. " You might be friends with one of them one day, but if their leader commanded it, they would kill you without cause." Something about Bluebell's words sent a flash of vertigo into Cinnamon. The roof seemed far too high and the small mouse she'd eaten earlier churned uncomfortably in her stomach. Part of her wanted to go back to the border and find that cat, maybe talk. But would she be killed this time if another cat ordered it? " Yeah, you're right. The clans are assholes with stupid rules they make everyone else play. It's just weird thinking some of them might be like... boring regular cats who become assholes just cause of the clans. They get like... corrupted I guess." Cinnamon rolled onto her back, staring up at the sky above. " But when are we gonna do something? It feels like we just keep talking about doing something and nothing happens." Though was that for the best? |
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Post by cosmic on Jun 25, 2024 9:11:51 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/9e/a7/aa/9ea7aac8bdad50b5e68002eedd52cca9~jpg [tw: foul language]
They were friends, and she never really caused him irritation. Not a lot, usually. Every cat his age annoyed him a lot except for Cinnamon. But, she was acting weird. She continued on with his question, explaining some story about her seeing a boring interaction between a non-Clan cat and a Clan cat. Wait... she said that her interaction with a Clan cat was boring... not this random cat that she seemed to have spied on. He was stupid, but not that stupid.
Now, he was annoyed.
"I asked about YOUR boring interaction with a Clan cat, not some other bullshit story. What are you trying to pull over my eyes, huh?" His voice had a lingering of an aggressive tone, something that he wasn't used to using on the ginger she-cat. It felt wrong to him, but he wasn't trying to be tricked or have wool pulled over his eyes about the inconsistency of her story.
But, after his confront tone, she agreed with him and his thoughts about the clans. At least there was something there they wouldn't fight about. "Yeah, that's what another one of the cats told me happened to their kin. Their sister joined one of the clans. She was all sweet, kind, all flowery and bubbly. But, when they met again, she was all vicious and territorial. Almost sliced her own sibling's ear off." Bluebell followed the actions, with his right paw swiping in front of him with his claws glaring against the light. "The clans feel like they are superior to us. Just because they have bullshit rules and a bullshit belief in the sky."
Cinnamon continued, as his usual squinty eyes glared as she looked up at the sky and asked more questions. "Sheesh, you are asking a lot of questions." The young she-cat was never like this before. He was concerned, but there was no actual proof of anything other than her curiosity. "I dunno, why don't you just ask Percy of Foxglove." His shoulders shrugged as he began grooming his cheeks. "We are just followers. We do as they say. They will tell us when we do something, and then we do it." |
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Post by shy on Aug 18, 2024 16:59:29 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, In their moons of knowing each other, Cinnamon had learned how easily Bluebell could be annoyed, how abrasive he could be at times. But rarely had she found herself at the center of any of it, the source of his annoyance. It sucked. Why couldn't she be better at lying? Or better at not feeling all weird after meeting once mildly not mean clan cat? She couldn't answer his accusatory question, didn't want to risk the truth getting back to aunt Percy or Foxglove. Thankfully the conversation moved, flowed easier once she got back to agreeing. Though the moment she started asking questions again his annoyance flared back up. " We are just followers. We do as they say. They will tell us when we do something, and then we do it." Was that really all they were? Followers? Those who acted on orders without thinking? The question that flared in response died in her throat, though it echoed in her mind, " how are we any better than them and their blind following of the code?" Cinnamon shifted, feeling too warm for the weather alone to explain. " I'm just bored waiting around for them to decide when to make a move. That's all. There's not much to do around here but sit and wait and then sit and wait some more." That had been the truth for her not very long ago. |
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