- Dec 29, 2022
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OH WELL, IM LEARNING AS I GO
I'M DIABOLICAL, THEY SAY THAT I'M AN ANIMAL
Ok, so that had escalated quickly- but not in a bad way, though. Wild had only come here to confirm that Twin was indeed alive, but instead, Wild had ended up joining the group. To be honest, the blond wasn't all that surprised with his impromptu decision to become a Skyclanner. He'd always had an impulsive side, after all, never any good with denying himself whatever small, selfish pleasures could be afforded. And while it was true that a cat like Wild could flourish anywhere he wanted- much like the cocroaches that infested the abandoned twoleg nest he'd lived in- it didn't change the fact that the city had gotten boring for him ages ago.
At least Skyclan would give him something new to do for a bit.
He had a lot to learn about the place and the cats that lived there, that much he as certain of. From what he'd gathered through simple observation this place wasn't at all like what he was used to, not from the group of kids he'd been running with at least. The cats here shared their workloads, shared their prey, looked at each other as equals. Nobody was starting pissing matches or shirking duties, nobody was pulling rank on anyone just because they could. If Wild had to compare it to anything, it ould probbaly be a family, not entirely unlike his own. Sure, his homelife was a disaster- he was born to a couple who hadn't been prepared for kits in the first place, let alone the massive litter of ten they'd ended up with. The stress of trying to care and provide for so many had caused his parents relationship to deteriorate until they were basically just shells on the verge of giving up, but they'd alays done the things expected of parents; fed them, taught them, gave them shelter. For all the problems their dysfunctional little fanily unit might have, there'd always been an unspoken rule of 'take care of each other', as warped as it may have been.
Either way, this 'Skyclan' was something new to do, its cats the current center of his interest. He had half a mind to go find Twin- Quillpaw- and for the other to show him around, but the chimera tomcat hadn't been all to happy to see him, and holy fuck had they grown. Wildpaw as no small cat, perfectly average for a tom of his age, but Quillpaw? The guy was ridiculously tall, and clanlife had been good to him. If the tabby still fought as savagely as he used to then Wild was more than happy to give his old friend space to acclimate. Instead, blue eyes scanned the camp for someone else to target, immediately dran to the flash of red fur on the other side of the clearing. It was the apprentice from the border, the cute one with the nice eyes.
Wild grinned as he made his way toward them, a swagger in his steps that once more portrayed him ith a sense of relaxed confidence, as if he already knew every inch of this place and it's cats and belonged among them. Arrogance, some would call it, but in reality Wild was just that kind of guy; calm, confident, and generally unbothered. Pointless tensions and hesitation weren't his thing, and even in strange land among strangers he seemed able to tell that he was relatively safe and could relax.
"Hey!" he called to Fierypaw, voice just as casual and confident as the rest of him as he greeted the other tomcat. "I was looking for you. Blazestar said your supposed to show me around or something? I dunno."
The words were a complete and utter lie. Nobody had been assigned to show the youth around, and if he was caught he would shrug it off as him just playing around, but he was careful to feign ignorance just the same, easily coming off as confused about the entire thing just as Fierypaw would be. Wild was good at lying, good at manipulating, but seldom did he actually use the tactic with those he liked. If he did, it was always like this, playful and light, no heavy consequences involved. Just fun.
"So, Great Tour Giver, where to first?" he asked with a playful smirk and a quirk of his brow.
I'M DIABOLICAL, THEY SAY THAT I'M AN ANIMAL
Ok, so that had escalated quickly- but not in a bad way, though. Wild had only come here to confirm that Twin was indeed alive, but instead, Wild had ended up joining the group. To be honest, the blond wasn't all that surprised with his impromptu decision to become a Skyclanner. He'd always had an impulsive side, after all, never any good with denying himself whatever small, selfish pleasures could be afforded. And while it was true that a cat like Wild could flourish anywhere he wanted- much like the cocroaches that infested the abandoned twoleg nest he'd lived in- it didn't change the fact that the city had gotten boring for him ages ago.
At least Skyclan would give him something new to do for a bit.
He had a lot to learn about the place and the cats that lived there, that much he as certain of. From what he'd gathered through simple observation this place wasn't at all like what he was used to, not from the group of kids he'd been running with at least. The cats here shared their workloads, shared their prey, looked at each other as equals. Nobody was starting pissing matches or shirking duties, nobody was pulling rank on anyone just because they could. If Wild had to compare it to anything, it ould probbaly be a family, not entirely unlike his own. Sure, his homelife was a disaster- he was born to a couple who hadn't been prepared for kits in the first place, let alone the massive litter of ten they'd ended up with. The stress of trying to care and provide for so many had caused his parents relationship to deteriorate until they were basically just shells on the verge of giving up, but they'd alays done the things expected of parents; fed them, taught them, gave them shelter. For all the problems their dysfunctional little fanily unit might have, there'd always been an unspoken rule of 'take care of each other', as warped as it may have been.
Either way, this 'Skyclan' was something new to do, its cats the current center of his interest. He had half a mind to go find Twin- Quillpaw- and for the other to show him around, but the chimera tomcat hadn't been all to happy to see him, and holy fuck had they grown. Wildpaw as no small cat, perfectly average for a tom of his age, but Quillpaw? The guy was ridiculously tall, and clanlife had been good to him. If the tabby still fought as savagely as he used to then Wild was more than happy to give his old friend space to acclimate. Instead, blue eyes scanned the camp for someone else to target, immediately dran to the flash of red fur on the other side of the clearing. It was the apprentice from the border, the cute one with the nice eyes.
Wild grinned as he made his way toward them, a swagger in his steps that once more portrayed him ith a sense of relaxed confidence, as if he already knew every inch of this place and it's cats and belonged among them. Arrogance, some would call it, but in reality Wild was just that kind of guy; calm, confident, and generally unbothered. Pointless tensions and hesitation weren't his thing, and even in strange land among strangers he seemed able to tell that he was relatively safe and could relax.
"Hey!" he called to Fierypaw, voice just as casual and confident as the rest of him as he greeted the other tomcat. "I was looking for you. Blazestar said your supposed to show me around or something? I dunno."
The words were a complete and utter lie. Nobody had been assigned to show the youth around, and if he was caught he would shrug it off as him just playing around, but he was careful to feign ignorance just the same, easily coming off as confused about the entire thing just as Fierypaw would be. Wild was good at lying, good at manipulating, but seldom did he actually use the tactic with those he liked. If he did, it was always like this, playful and light, no heavy consequences involved. Just fun.
"So, Great Tour Giver, where to first?" he asked with a playful smirk and a quirk of his brow.
Skyclan Apprentice - Male - 6 months - A handsome gold tomcat with blue eyes and black-tipped ears