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Stilted, silent, he lies in wait. A scientist stalking his subject, he watches, glacial eyes narrowed and lips set in a heavy frown. The little thing scurries through camp. He's been here for awhile, apparently toddling into Skyclan's eager maw while he was away. From Windclan, two nights before, and it would hardly be relevant. Suspicious, but destined to be forgotten once the kits were out of sight. In one ear and out the other, muddled into thoughtless cotton.
Things were different now.
It was a new perspective - not so black-and-white. Windclan seemed no better than a band of rogues, scarring each other for fun - their twisted idea of beauty, ugly crisscrossing marks. But still, there was him. He hates Windclan, but he can't. Mind-numbing, impossible to understand. He can't understand. An empty frown shifts into grimace. Claws scrap at the ground. He narrows his eyes at the strange little thing, leaning in, abruptly coming into his space. "What are you?” his tone isn't quite accusing, not yet. Harsh, but with the air of a genuine question. Were they born little monsters? Surely not. But that was the case more often than not... wasn't it?
[ interrogating @Coyotekit </3 ]
Things were different now.
It was a new perspective - not so black-and-white. Windclan seemed no better than a band of rogues, scarring each other for fun - their twisted idea of beauty, ugly crisscrossing marks. But still, there was him. He hates Windclan, but he can't. Mind-numbing, impossible to understand. He can't understand. An empty frown shifts into grimace. Claws scrap at the ground. He narrows his eyes at the strange little thing, leaning in, abruptly coming into his space. "What are you?” his tone isn't quite accusing, not yet. Harsh, but with the air of a genuine question. Were they born little monsters? Surely not. But that was the case more often than not... wasn't it?
[ interrogating @Coyotekit </3 ]