IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO
”Hm, I see. Do you think Sunstars cats aren’t, then?”
”The potential’s there.” he replied with a frown, not fool enough to think it wasn’t. ”She trained multiple generations to be untrustworthy warmongers, and even the ones who claimed to be against it still played along to save their own skins. Just because they ran out her most loyal followers doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten what she taught them .” he reasoned, explanation grounded in logic as it often had a tendency to be.
But so far, Sunstar had been true to his word, and so Quill was willing to give his ‘fresh start’’ the benefit of the doubt. ”But the newest generation might not have that experience or training. They’ll just be small, skinny moor cats that are easy to take down. By the time they have their next leader, they won’t have that same bloodlust in them.”
And therefore wouldn’t be worth wasting his answer on.
”Riverclan.” he answered, confident. ”Thunderclans too much like us- it’d be like fighting a clanmate that couldn’t use the trees. And Shadowclans mean, but they’re always starving half the time because their food sucks. Riverclan cats are tough and usually pretty big. Fighting one near the water and winning would be be pretty sweet.”
Definitely more of an accomplishment than any of the others, in his opinion.
Of course, the fight for Quill would be particularly difficult and worth the praise, considering his aversion to water. Those who’d known him long enough to notice would be well familiar with it; the way he did his best to step around puddle, the foul mood he was in whenever he had dawn patrol and had to deal with the dew clinging to his lower body, the way he kept his distance from the rivers edge and only drank from it when the rest of the territory was bare of water anywhere else. It wasn’t a phobia so much as it was an anxiety rooted in fear, something more fitting for his mate than himself. But the feeling of his soaking fur, the smell of the rain-soaked ground- it left him wary and uncomfortable, all too aware of just how much terror something as simple as a shallow pool of water could cause a cat and wanting to avoid it at all cost.
”Mhmm.” came his hum of confirmation, because otherwise Florabreeze wouldn’t have had much of a choice, would she?
Riverclan wasn’t a bad choice, and he nodded in approval. Perhaps, if he’d not had his own aversion to water, he might have chosen it himself. That, or maybe Shadowclan- the cats there seemed kind of unfriendly, and he was willing to bet they would have left him the hell alone. Which, at the time, was something he’d cared about immensely.
”I’ve never had fish.” he noted, tone making it difficult to discern if that was a bad thing or a good thing.
The next question came, and this one did cause him to hesitate, mismatched eyes falling to land on the path ahead of them as he considered his options.
”Who do you think Twitchbolt would like best?” he asked, completely ignoring the point of her question as he glanced toward her. He didn’t really care much about life experiences. He’d had enough of them as a kid and all he really wanted out of life was to lead a quiet life away from other cats drama. Of course, he apparently had made an exceptions for that with Skyclan, thought it certainly found ways to grate on his nerves at time. But if he had to switch out his life for someone elses, it would certainly have to be someone his mate would be drawn to. He’d never given that much thought before, but perhaps someone more social - like Florbreeze- had. Surely his Twitch would like someone like him? Tall and strong, with dark tabby fur. Was that Twitchbolts type?
”Plus, maybe I’d learn something funny.”
”Blackmail material. Nice.” It was difficult to tell whether he was being sincere or not, but the barest hint of a smirk suggested he was amused either way. He could see the appeal. Even without the blackmail part, it would have been hilarious to see a cat as serious as Slate caught in a funny or embarrassing moment.
”If you had to be trapt overnight in your twolegs nest with a predator, which one would you choose?” he asked, starting to enjoy their little game a bit. It’d been a while since he’d spoken to anyone this much outside of Twitchbolt and Figfeather, and the fact that they were basically talking about nothing made it infinitely easier than if he had to worry about anything serious. ”You don’t have to fight it, just survive the night with it- so like, you can run or hide instead if you want.”
skyclan - male - 29 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck. 
