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[Lionsnarl]

"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​

His fur prickled. He hated gatherings, he hated being so close to the other clans, he hated everybody being piled into one big space - cats on cats on cats on cats on cats. It was a disgusting false display of peace, the idea that any of these dogs could be trusted around each other when cats were being murdered for - his fur prickled again. He could feel eyes on him. A sneer turned up his malformed muzzle and he snapped around, his sullen eyes scanning for another glare, only to be met with wide, unblinking, unnerving eyes from across the clearing.

A little thing of gray and tan, she was... unassuming by most accounts, save for that weird-ass thousand-yard stare. He didn't like that she was staring at him specifically and gave his matted chest fur a few embarrassed licks. Stars, kid, what's your deal?​

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[betonyfrost]

POST CODE

• There are so many aspects of this stranger that Betonyfrost has never seen before. She's never seen someone with a face so flat-- in profile, it's as if he doesn't have a muzzle at all. The edges of his striking red pelt are illuminated moon-silver and his eyes are, at a glance, as near-black as the sky. Scars split his face-- where did he get such scars?-- and his pelt is matted enough that, were one to try and claw him, Betonyfrost has a sense that the would-be attacker is more likely to lose their claws than find skin.
  
  She's supposed to be meeting others, she knows, but Betonyfrost has never been very good at that. A serene faced RiverClanner tries to strike up a conversation with Betonyfrost and, not knowing what to do, Betonyfrost responds with one word answers. It only takes a few rounds of such a game for the RiverClanner to give up and move onto another target. Betonyfrost's attention returns to that tom, strange and out of place as he is.
  
  He glances her way-- did he notice Betonyfrost?-- and Betonyfrost ducks her head.
  
  She isn't brave, she knows, but what if just this once she could be brave?
  
  The crowd doesn't part for Betonyfrost. She tries her best not to graze the pelts of strangers with her own, and she earns a few strange looks that nearly cow her back into sulking, but before long Betonyfrost is near enough that strange tom to speak to him.
  
  Betonyfrost hasn't a clue what to say.
  
  "You look a bit like you'd want to be anywhere but here," It's what that strange RiverClanner had said to her, earlier, "Want to find some place quieter to chat?"​

• "[color=#ddafeb][b]speech[/b][/color]"

shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 14 moons | tags​