SkyClan | Dusk Syndicate Border

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Constellation

As Robinstorm listened to her speak, the tom was absolutely positive that he wanted to help her. After all, helping was what he done best. He never wanted to leave someone in need. Oh no, Robinstorm was not that type of tom. His tail flicked as he looked behind him once--just to make sure there were no listenin ears or watchful eyes gleaming at them. Robinstorm knew he would get in trouble for doing such a thing, but he was a nice tom. He didn't want her to suffer. He knew how harsh being a loner was, but she chose to become one, so he was simply helping her along her way.

"Don't worry," he smiled softly down at her, getting up. The sun was going down soon, and he knew this because the sunset was reflecting on his pelt. It made him look much darker than he was, but he was not the pitch black cat that his brother was. "I won't get in trouble. As long as anyone don't find is," he snickered. It was a funny thought to him, but he pushed it aside. His job was to help this feline in need, so he took cautious steps towards her.

"Well, I'm glad you got out of there. It doesn't sound like a great place to be." He told her, his whiskers quivering. Every warrior deserved to know how to fight. After all, it meant defense, but this mentor of hers sounded very conflicted. Like they were judgmental to the opposite gender. Robinstorm shook his head. Never in Skyclan did he experienced anything like that. "It's not that far from here, actually. Just a few ways away. If you're up for the journey...Eveningmoon." He flickered his eyes to look at the pretty feline. He stared at her, longer than he intended and he shook his head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. He knew it was wrong to help another clan cat. One that was in a different clan than his own, but that was only a code rule. He was an individual. And, this individual liked to help others.

He began walking, making sure that she was following. As the sun continued to set, he knew that it would be easier to reach their destination through the night. No one would be able to make out their dark pelts. The tom continued trending lightly. "Please avoid sticks or anything that makes noise. We don't want those cats hounding us, alright?" He glanced quickly towards her, hoping that she would understand what he was saying.

Their destination was ahead of them. A small cave like den that was perfect to sleep in for the night.

Eveningmoon flicked her tail, wondering why she was spilling so much about her life to a total stranger. Perhaps because he seemed so kind? So trustworthy, even? Eveningmoon looked at Robinstorm with warmth in her eyes, her ears pricked. She turned to him, a small smile on her face. He seemed to be making sure of something, and she slightly tilted her head. She didn't want him to do something reckless just for her, swallowing dryly and waiting for him to say something. Her stomach slightly growled, and if he said goodbye, she'd hunt and find some shelter. If she could. Perhaps he could help her?

"O-Okay.." she replied wearily, smiling back though shakily. The sun was slowly setting, the sky beautiful colors Eveningmoon couldn't fully focus on due to her conversation. Her eyes reflected the scene before her, and she looked curious. "W-Well if you won't get in too much troub- wait.. find?" She squeaked, worried he was planning something stupid. "Don't be planning something mouse-brained" she chuckled, her ear flicking. She blinked as he stepped towards her, feeling heat on her face from her blush.

"I-It wasn't for me." Eveningmoon mewed back, shrugging. It was true SkyClan looked much nicer, but it could never happen. Her whiskers twitched, her eyes looking into his. She needed some fighting help, since her mentor didn't really teach her any. They were a very traditional cat, thinking she-cats should be queens forever and not fight or hunt. She wondered if some SkyClan cats were like that. "G-Great!" She chirped, a brightness returning to her eyes that hadn't been there before. "Y-Yeah, i'm up for it.." she mewed, stiffening herself to look tall and strong. His eyes stared at her, and she shuffled awkwardly under his gaze before he stopped staring. Was this breaking the code? She wasn't sure. Was it kind of him? Absolutely. It may have gotten him in trouble if he got caught, but if he didn't, he'd be fine. He seemed like a kind tom.

Eveningmoon followed, her eyes shining with determination and a bit of confidence in her stride. A little den to live in, hunting for herself, and hopefully no fighting to wory about. She wasn't very odd-looking in the daylight, a fluffy tortoiseshell, but with the darkness shading her pelt it was perfect for her, as most of her fur was black. "R-Right." Eveningmoon replied, nodding quickly. She was careful of her pawsteps, identifying sticks and dry leaves and avoiding them.

Eveningmoon inhaled, awe in her eyes as she looked at the perfect little cave.

[doghouse]

@Doodle

Horseradish slipped out of camp, his mottled fur smooth and clean, as it usually was. He wanted to look his best, that way, if he met anyone worth his attention, he would have an easier time impressing them and earning their attention back. Plus, who wanted to be killed by some mangy rogue? It was much more surprising when a well groomed cat killed you, not that he killed everyone he met, no. He would see if they were useful first, and he would let them live, unless it served his purposes well to have them dead. As the muscular tom left camp, his large alabaster paws taking him towards the border, he made as little noise as possible, nose up, halfway hoping to catch the scent of one of the many cats he saw as useful, or even some mouse-brained SkyClanner who dared cross into Syndicate territory, as he was in the mood for a little bit of fun.

After awhile of walking, the large gray and white tomcat reached the border and stopped, wrinkling his nose at the strong, foul scent of SkyClan, a scent that he knew would always leave bad memories and linger in his mind. That battle had been pure embarrassment for all of the Syndicate, the failure, the betrayals as Syndicate cats turned and helped SkyClan. He hated SkyClan, but still found many of the cats in attractive, though he would never fall for anyone. He would always be fallen for, only to break their hearts. That was what SkyClan deserved, as did many Syndicate cats. And while he was at it, he might as well extend his bloodline, dirty SkyClan's purity they claimed to have. It was a good goal, and easy to reach. Horseradish had noticed how gullible so may cats were, and might as well use it to his advantage.

As the fighter stood, staring out at SkyClan's territory with a hungry look in his dark eyes, he slowly became less and less aware of his surroundings, zoning out until he hardly realized the time as it passed, his curved claws sunken into the earth and eyes clouded over by thought as he sat a few tail lengths from the border, the only sign of life his steady breathing and occasional blinking, but other than that, Horseradish was utterly still. And then he was snapped from his thoughts as he realized that the scent ipof SkyClan was growing stronger. Most cats would've spiked up their pelts and curled their lips, but not him. He took a deep breath and began absently grooming his already pristine pelt, waiting to see who it was.

[Doodle]

Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

@Doodle

Horseradish slipped out of camp, his mottled fur smooth and clean, as it usually was. He wanted to look his best, that way, if he met anyone worth his attention, he would have an easier time impressing them and earning their attention back. Plus, who wanted to be killed by some mangy rogue? It was much more surprising when a well groomed cat killed you, not that he killed everyone he met, no. He would see if they were useful first, and he would let them live, unless it served his purposes well to have them dead. As the muscular tom left camp, his large alabaster paws taking him towards the border, he made as little noise as possible, nose up, halfway hoping to catch the scent of one of the many cats he saw as useful, or even some mouse-brained SkyClanner who dared cross into Syndicate territory, as he was in the mood for a little bit of fun.

After awhile of walking, the large gray and white tomcat reached the border and stopped, wrinkling his nose at the strong, foul scent of SkyClan, a scent that he knew would always leave bad memories and linger in his mind. That battle had been pure embarrassment for all of the Syndicate, the failure, the betrayals as Syndicate cats turned and helped SkyClan. He hated SkyClan, but still found many of the cats in attractive, though he would never fall for anyone. He would always be fallen for, only to break their hearts. That was what SkyClan deserved, as did many Syndicate cats. And while he was at it, he might as well extend his bloodline, dirty SkyClan's purity they claimed to have. It was a good goal, and easy to reach. Horseradish had noticed how gullible so may cats were, and might as well use it to his advantage.

As the fighter stood, staring out at SkyClan's territory with a hungry look in his dark eyes, he slowly became less and less aware of his surroundings, zoning out until he hardly realized the time as it passed, his curved claws sunken into the earth and eyes clouded over by thought as he sat a few tail lengths from the border, the only sign of life his steady breathing and occasional blinking, but other than that, Horseradish was utterly still. And then he was snapped from his thoughts as he realized that the scent ipof SkyClan was growing stronger. Most cats would've spiked up their pelts and curled their lips, but not him. He took a deep breath and began absently grooming his already pristine pelt, waiting to see who it was.

Feathersong trotted through Skyclan territory cheerily, not paying much mind to her surroundings. She had planned on hunting, but really she just wanted to spend some time out of camp. She loved all her friends- and clanmates- but it was nice to have some quiet time every once in a while. It wasn't until she paused and breathed in a deep breath that she realized she was close to the border with the Syndicate. Taking her time to scent the air, she realized that there was another cat nearby- and from the smell of it, definitely a Dusk Syndicate cat. Now, most cats would have been reasonable and thought through their options. The molly knew of the tension between the two groups of cats- especially because of the recent battle. Plus, she had heard stories of how ruthless these cats were, but had never witnessed it herself. The silver and ginger warrior couldn't help but believe they weren't truly bad cats, maybe they just felt that their territory was threatened. She was incredible curious about the Syndicate, and that got the best of her as she approached the cat- thank Starclan it was just one. If there had been a group, she most likely would have been a goner. Not that she had entertained that thought at all, however.

"Hello!" Feathersong called out cheerily to the stranger, her tail waving behind her. She took a moment to be a loyal warrior, of course, and noticed the tom was in fact on the other side of the border. Good, no need for aggression. Then the molly allowed herself to admire the tom himself; he was certainly fit- strong enough to do all the things she had heard the Syndicate cats would do- and well groomed. He had no reason to keep grooming himself, yet that was exactly what the stranger was doing. Other than his obvious strength, he sure didn't look evil. So Feathersong decided right away that of course he wasn't, just like she had suspected. To her, no cat was truly bad. The world was simply too nice to have any evil in it.

Without thinking, she padded towards the stranger until she was just a few tail-lengths from the border. The smile shaping her maw gave away the fact that she was anything but hostile at the moment as she sat down and curled her feathery tail around her paws, tilting her head ever the slightest at the tom. She definitely had questions for him, but figured most of them wouldn't be answered. She also figured the Syndicate cat wouldn't take too kindly to some of the questions she had regarding to rumors the molly had heard. They were all simply awful, so she would just assume they weren't true- otherwise she would be very uneasy in this cat's presence. But he hadn't made a move to attack her yet, had he? That had to be something good at least. Clearing her throat, and remembering her manners, Feathersong introduced herself. "I'm Feathersong, a warrior of Skyclan- in case you couldn't tell." Her eyes twinkled with both interest and friendliness as she waited to hear the tom's name as well.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Feathersong trotted through Skyclan territory cheerily, not paying much mind to her surroundings. She had planned on hunting, but really she just wanted to spend some time out of camp. She loved all her friends- and clanmates- but it was nice to have some quiet time every once in a while. It wasn't until she paused and breathed in a deep breath that she realized she was close to the border with the Syndicate. Taking her time to scent the air, she realized that there was another cat nearby- and from the smell of it, definitely a Dusk Syndicate cat. Now, most cats would have been reasonable and thought through their options. The molly knew of the tension between the two groups of cats- especially because of the recent battle. Plus, she had heard stories of how ruthless these cats were, but had never witnessed it herself. The silver and ginger warrior couldn't help but believe they weren't truly bad cats, maybe they just felt that their territory was threatened. She was incredible curious about the Syndicate, and that got the best of her as she approached the cat- thank Starclan it was just one. If there had been a group, she most likely would have been a goner. Not that she had entertained that thought at all, however.

"Hello!" Feathersong called out cheerily to the stranger, her tail waving behind her. She took a moment to be a loyal warrior, of course, and noticed the tom was in fact on the other side of the border. Good, no need for aggression. Then the molly allowed herself to admire the tom himself; he was certainly fit- strong enough to do all the things she had heard the Syndicate cats would do- and well groomed. He had no reason to keep grooming himself, yet that was exactly what the stranger was doing. Other than his obvious strength, he sure didn't look evil. So Feathersong decided right away that of course he wasn't, just like she had suspected. To her, no cat was truly bad. The world was simply too nice to have any evil in it.

Without thinking, she padded towards the stranger until she was just a few tail-lengths from the border. The smile shaping her maw gave away the fact that she was anything but hostile at the moment as she sat down and curled her feathery tail around her paws, tilting her head ever the slightest at the tom. She definitely had questions for him, but figured most of them wouldn't be answered. She also figured the Syndicate cat wouldn't take too kindly to some of the questions she had regarding to rumors the molly had heard. They were all simply awful, so she would just assume they weren't true- otherwise she would be very uneasy in this cat's presence. But he hadn't made a move to attack her yet, had he? That had to be something good at least. Clearing her throat, and remembering her manners, Feathersong introduced herself. "I'm Feathersong, a warrior of Skyclan- in case you couldn't tell." Her eyes twinkled with both interest and friendliness as she waited to hear the tom's name as well.

Horseradish's head snapped up as he heard a voice- the voice of a she-cat, and most definitely not a Syndicate cat's voice, judging by the friendliness laced in the tone. What he saw was a rather stunning silver and ginger molly with a feathery looking tail. He couldn't help but let himself admire her for a moment, before giving a slight nod. “Hi,” he purred, already going into his well practiced disguise, a tom built of lies and based on friendliness, not all the real him, but a second him, since he'd used it so much that he could slip into and preform it with such ease that it was nearly impossible to see through it. He sized her up, and once confident that she wouldn't stand a chance against him in a battle, he allowed himself a small smile and let out a deep purr. Like most SkyClan cats, he found her quite attractive, though he still wasn't sure she would be the right victim, although he already had three others, but the large fighter didn't care much, and would readily take on another, as it could turn out to be yet another fun game. Horseradish was rather curious about her, and maybe she would work well, but there was no reason he shouldn't try, so, pushing away any doubts, here focused his gaze, this time right on her golden yellow ones, his eyes a mask of kindness, something he rather despised, but for the sake of flirting, would pretend to tolerate.

Surprise flashed across his face as she moved closer, and he wondered if she knew about the Syndicate, as most cats did. Obviously, she showed no sign of fear as she approached, and he both saw it as stupid, and somewhat admired her for it, as very few approached a stranger, let alone a cat of the Dusk Syndicate, without some sign of fear in their eyes and body language, none of which was evident upon this molly. He shook himself very slowly, to show that me meant no threat, dropped into a comfortable crouch, tucking his forepaws under his chest, looking up at the pretty molly with a curious gaze. Feathersong?” he murmured, testing out the new name, then nodded at her. “That's pretty,” he finished, punctuating this with a yawn, this one unintentional, but it fit what he was displaying well; ease and comfort, so he didn't mind one bit. He thought about her question for a moment, wondering if he should answer this truthfully, then flicked his ears dismissively, still purring faintly.

“Horseradish, and I'm a fighter of the Dusk Syndicate,” he responded,
still crouching with his fluffy tail tucked neatly over his paws and fur smooth, a sure sign of relaxation, which was actually not a lie at this point. He already felt rather comfortable around her, and if she chose to attack, well, it was her, mistake, her funeral. He was still somewhat surprised at her openness and friendliness, and how little caution she showed. Had he been with anyone else at the time, he would've dragged her into Syndicate territory and asked her the join or die question, as he didn't want to act soft in front of his peers, or his minors, or things could get ugly fast. “So, what brings you so close to the Syndicate? Don't you know how dangerous that could be?” Horseradish questioned in a hushed tone full of concern, his eyes widening and he sat up.
“You're lucky it's me and not some ruthless murderer,” the tom whispered, looking over his shoulder as if checking to make sure nobody was coming.

[Doodle]

Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

Horseradish's head snapped up as he heard a voice- the voice of a she-cat, and most definitely not a Syndicate cat's voice, judging by the friendliness laced in the tone. What he saw was a rather stunning silver and ginger molly with a feathery looking tail. He couldn't help but let himself admire her for a moment, before giving a slight nod. “Hi,” he purred, already going into his well practiced disguise, a tom built of lies and based on friendliness, not all the real him, but a second him, since he'd used it so much that he could slip into and preform it with such ease that it was nearly impossible to see through it. He sized her up, and once confident that she wouldn't stand a chance against him in a battle, he allowed himself a small smile and let out a deep purr. Like most SkyClan cats, he found her quite attractive, though he still wasn't sure she would be the right victim, although he already had three others, but the large fighter didn't care much, and would readily take on another, as it could turn out to be yet another fun game. Horseradish was rather curious about her, and maybe she would work well, but there was no reason he shouldn't try, so, pushing away any doubts, here focused his gaze, this time right on her golden yellow ones, his eyes a mask of kindness, something he rather despised, but for the sake of flirting, would pretend to tolerate.

Surprise flashed across his face as she moved closer, and he wondered if she knew about the Syndicate, as most cats did. Obviously, she showed no sign of fear as she approached, and he both saw it as stupid, and somewhat admired her for it, as very few approached a stranger, let alone a cat of the Dusk Syndicate, without some sign of fear in their eyes and body language, none of which was evident upon this molly. He shook himself very slowly, to show that me meant no threat, dropped into a comfortable crouch, tucking his forepaws under his chest, looking up at the pretty molly with a curious gaze. Feathersong?” he murmured, testing out the new name, then nodded at her. “That's pretty,” he finished, punctuating this with a yawn, this one unintentional, but it fit what he was displaying well; ease and comfort, so he didn't mind one bit. He thought about her question for a moment, wondering if he should answer this truthfully, then flicked his ears dismissively, still purring faintly.

“Horseradish, and I'm a fighter of the Dusk Syndicate,” he responded,
still crouching with his fluffy tail tucked neatly over his paws and fur smooth, a sure sign of relaxation, which was actually not a lie at this point. He already felt rather comfortable around her, and if she chose to attack, well, it was her, mistake, her funeral. He was still somewhat surprised at her openness and friendliness, and how little caution she showed. Had he been with anyone else at the time, he would've dragged her into Syndicate territory and asked her the join or die question, as he didn't want to act soft in front of his peers, or his minors, or things could get ugly fast. “So, what brings you so close to the Syndicate? Don't you know how dangerous that could be?” Horseradish questioned in a hushed tone full of concern, his eyes widening and he sat up.
“You're lucky it's me and not some ruthless murderer,” the tom whispered, looking over his shoulder as if checking to make sure nobody was coming.

Feathersong could see the visible surprise on Horseradish's face when she had moved closer, but she assumed that not many of her clanmates would approach a cat from the Syndicate- everyone else believed all the rumors that were spread around camp like a wildfire. The way the tom's eyes had skimmed over her pelt hadn't escaped her notice, either, and she was thankful that she had groomed before leaving the camp earlier. Not a piece of fur should be out of place, and she kept herself from checking this. A light laugh escaped her as his compliment. "Thank you," she purred back, her smile widening the slightest bit as she took in the other tom's posture. He certainly seemed relaxed around her, nothing vicious about him. The molly blinked at his name and title. "Fighter?" She meowed quietly in question, but shook her head a moment afterwards. How rude was she to question the titles of the Syndicate; surely he must have thought Feathersong calling herself a warrior was strange. "Nice to meet you, Horseradish," she amended her question with a polite and cheerful meow. While this was a typical thing to say when meeting someone, she really meant it. This tom was quite handsome, and not to mention she was very curious about him and his home. She already found herself enjoying his company, unlike what her clanmates would have thought.

The molly shook her head at Horseradish's warnings, though her smile faded into a slight frown as she followed the tom's gaze behind him. "I didn't really think all that was true," she admitted. "I mean, whats the point in killing cats for no reason? They could live their lives and it wouldn't affect you guys." Though if a cat from within the Syndicate was referring to others he worked with as murderers... then it must be true, right? This worried her a bit as she didn't think that there really would be cats that bad, but then she wondered if perhaps Horseradish was just trying to intimidate her. Wasn't that what the clans did with one another so that they wouldn't be attacked? With the battle not far behind them, Feathersong decided that he might be trying to make the Syndicate look stronger so that Skyclan would be less inclined to attack again. The molly brought her gaze back to Horseradish as there were no cats behind him. "Besides, I could ask you the same question," she pointed out. "You're at the border, even though some of my clanmates could have came out at any moment." She decided it was probably best not to point out the fact that it would make more sense for him to be afraid of her clan, since they had been the ones that won the recent fight. The molly figured that he wouldn't appreciate her pointing this out. "It's a rather odd place to pick for a grooming session," she tacked on a bit humorously, her whiskers twitching as she spoke.

Her expression stayed teasing, if a bit flirty with what she said next. "But yes, I am lucky to have met such a kind, non-murderous cat such as yourself," she meowed with a slight purr. Feathersong wasn't typically a big flirter- at least, she didn't typically start up flirting. She would respond to it, of course- who wouldn't? But normally she let the tom take the initiative. In this case, however, she was fairly certain Horseradish was interested in her- at least, he had called her name pretty and it seemed he thought her appearance was attractive as well. Hopefully the molly wasn't reading things wrong, but in that case she could just play it off as a teasing joke. This tom didn't know her, anyways. For all he knew, she joked around like that with every cat she met. But she was fairly confident that Horseradish wouldn't get uncomfortable with her slightly flirtatious comment, as it wasn't like she was throwing herself at him. And maybe he'd even return the comment with one of his own. If not, that would be fine- nothing let this molly down for long, not even rejection. She had gotten over her ex-mate, hadn't she? So she could handle a tom she barely knew not wanting to flirt with her, no biggie.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Feathersong could see the visible surprise on Horseradish's face when she had moved closer, but she assumed that not many of her clanmates would approach a cat from the Syndicate- everyone else believed all the rumors that were spread around camp like a wildfire. The way the tom's eyes had skimmed over her pelt hadn't escaped her notice, either, and she was thankful that she had groomed before leaving the camp earlier. Not a piece of fur should be out of place, and she kept herself from checking this. A light laugh escaped her as his compliment. "Thank you," she purred back, her smile widening the slightest bit as she took in the other tom's posture. He certainly seemed relaxed around her, nothing vicious about him. The molly blinked at his name and title. "Fighter?" She meowed quietly in question, but shook her head a moment afterwards. How rude was she to question the titles of the Syndicate; surely he must have thought Feathersong calling herself a warrior was strange. "Nice to meet you, Horseradish," she amended her question with a polite and cheerful meow. While this was a typical thing to say when meeting someone, she really meant it. This tom was quite handsome, and not to mention she was very curious about him and his home. She already found herself enjoying his company, unlike what her clanmates would have thought.

The molly shook her head at Horseradish's warnings, though her smile faded into a slight frown as she followed the tom's gaze behind him. "I didn't really think all that was true," she admitted. "I mean, whats the point in killing cats for no reason? They could live their lives and it wouldn't affect you guys." Though if a cat from within the Syndicate was referring to others he worked with as murderers... then it must be true, right? This worried her a bit as she didn't think that there really would be cats that bad, but then she wondered if perhaps Horseradish was just trying to intimidate her. Wasn't that what the clans did with one another so that they wouldn't be attacked? With the battle not far behind them, Feathersong decided that he might be trying to make the Syndicate look stronger so that Skyclan would be less inclined to attack again. The molly brought her gaze back to Horseradish as there were no cats behind him. "Besides, I could ask you the same question," she pointed out. "You're at the border, even though some of my clanmates could have came out at any moment." She decided it was probably best not to point out the fact that it would make more sense for him to be afraid of her clan, since they had been the ones that won the recent fight. The molly figured that he wouldn't appreciate her pointing this out. "It's a rather odd place to pick for a grooming session," she tacked on a bit humorously, her whiskers twitching as she spoke.

Her expression stayed teasing, if a bit flirty with what she said next. "But yes, I am lucky to have met such a kind, non-murderous cat such as yourself," she meowed with a slight purr. Feathersong wasn't typically a big flirter- at least, she didn't typically start up flirting. She would respond to it, of course- who wouldn't? But normally she let the tom take the initiative. In this case, however, she was fairly certain Horseradish was interested in her- at least, he had called her name pretty and it seemed he thought her appearance was attractive as well. Hopefully the molly wasn't reading things wrong, but in that case she could just play it off as a teasing joke. This tom didn't know her, anyways. For all he knew, she joked around like that with every cat she met. But she was fairly confident that Horseradish wouldn't get uncomfortable with her slightly flirtatious comment, as it wasn't like she was throwing herself at him. And maybe he'd even return the comment with one of his own. If not, that would be fine- nothing let this molly down for long, not even rejection. She had gotten over her ex-mate, hadn't she? So she could handle a tom she barely knew not wanting to flirt with her, no biggie.

Horseradish nodded, flashing her a gentle smile and then turning to study the ground in an embarrassed manor, a trick he often found useful. “Yeah,” he muttered, shuffling his paws slightly, “fighter. It's the rank that defends the Syndicate and learns mostly combat skills,” he replied, being as vague as possible without seeming vague at all, since the name somewhat spoke for itself. He looked back and refocused his amber hues on hers, then quickly looked away, still pulling off the somewhat embarrassed act. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Feathersong,” he replied, shaking himself, as if ridding himself of embarrassment that had of course, never really existed, but had been well displayed and easy to think of as real, which was the whole idea, since he knew that if he were in Feathersong's place, he probably would've fallen for it, as many cats did. He slowly went back down into a comfortable crouch, now fairly certain that she was caught, trapped under his spell, though not entirely, nor in the way he had planned. Already, Feathersong seemed like the perfect victim of his affection, which usually was just what a cat wanted, but not with him. You don't want to catch Horseradish's eye, or you do, but not for very long. Nobody really like Horseradish, only who he pretended to be, which didn't bother him, though few even took a chance at being alone with him, not once they actually met Horseradish, which Feathersong had not.

Nor had his other victims, as he was a bit of a cheater, and never played fair when he toyed with others' hearts, mind and emotions. Fun as it was, it had its downsides as well, and he could never be sure of how one would react. If the heartbreak would destroy them, or drive to a deep desire for revenge, the latter one being very undesirable, and he would probably have no choice but to kill them if that happened, though he may leave them alive, if he thought that killing them wasn't worth it, and they posed no threat. He was quite confident that Feathersong posed no threat at all, although whether this pleased him or disappointed him, Horseradish wasn't quite sure. But little matter, since that was of no concern until later on, maybe a couple of moons into the future, if not a season or two. It depended on how long he could stand to be around her, this time period varying depending on that cat and their personality. “I'm not sure, but it's not a pleasant thing to live with. One day you've got a friend my your side, the next day, they've been killed, but such is life,” he said quietly, his eyes glazing over with memories as he remembered faintly a best friend of his from kithood. Their death had been devastating to him, and had practically turned him into what he was today. He shook himself, pushing down his memories and refocusing on what was going on now, that being all that mattered.

“Mmm… that's true I suppose,” Horseradish meowed, nodding his head in agreement at what the SkyClan warrior said next, his amber orbs darkening for a split second as she spoke. “And yes, but why should I worry about that? I've done nothing wrong, nothing to provoke anyone,” the mottled fighter said, all if which was only half true, since no, he'd done nothing wrong to do with SkyClan currently, though he couldn't say that that was true about the Syndicate, since he had many cats angry at him, for various reasons that he couldn't name. “And that it is, but not much of out territory is exposed to sunlight, and there's other cats everywhere. Here, there's usually fewer cats,” he replied, this being one of the few things he'd told her that was not a lie, as a great majority of what Horseradish said was usually a lie, unless he was speaking with a cat that already knew his true personality. He easily could've asked why she was at the border, not to mention alone, since most cats knew better than to do that, especially after that humiliating battle, which Horseradish still resented the very thought of. He looked past Feathersong, into SkyClan territory, scanning for other cats, almost hopeful at seeing some, then maybe he could put on a show. But when there was none to be seen, he showed no sign of disappointment.

“Oh? I'd say that I'm the lucky one,” Horseradish purred, a bit surprised by the flirty air he picked up from what she said, but not about to show it. “You see, I'm lucky to have met such a friendly, pretty she-cat with a name that matches, instead of someone else,” he purred, picking each word careful before he spoke it so that he didn't say anything that seemed ill intentioned or rude. He wasn't known for saying things like that, but it even he slipped up every now and then it said something hurtful, though there were many times when he would've very much liked to say something hurtful, but had to restrain himself and hold on to his friendly and harmless air. Despfeedhow hard that could be sometimes, and he would've much preferred to say something that stung and hurt them, which was what he often did to healers, weak cats that weren't good for anything, as anyone could learn their "skills", and then there would be no reason to keep the weaklings around anymore, and it would be very fun to rid the Syndicate of all those weak links and extra mouths to feed, that being all they were. “It's quite a coincidence– I mean, that both of us just happened to be at the same place, same time,” he purred, knowing that this would only get to her if she believed in StarClan, which he did, but had no father in it. His faith rested solely in the Dark Forest, the Place of No Stars, or whatever everyone was referring to it as nowadays.

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Originally Posted by Bad Wolf

Horseradish nodded, flashing her a gentle smile and then turning to study the ground in an embarrassed manor, a trick he often found useful. “Yeah,” he muttered, shuffling his paws slightly, “fighter. It's the rank that defends the Syndicate and learns mostly combat skills,” he replied, being as vague as possible without seeming vague at all, since the name somewhat spoke for itself. He looked back and refocused his amber hues on hers, then quickly looked away, still pulling off the somewhat embarrassed act. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Feathersong,” he replied, shaking himself, as if ridding himself of embarrassment that had of course, never really existed, but had been well displayed and easy to think of as real, which was the whole idea, since he knew that if he were in Feathersong's place, he probably would've fallen for it, as many cats did. He slowly went back down into a comfortable crouch, now fairly certain that she was caught, trapped under his spell, though not entirely, nor in the way he had planned. Already, Feathersong seemed like the perfect victim of his affection, which usually was just what a cat wanted, but not with him. You don't want to catch Horseradish's eye, or you do, but not for very long. Nobody really like Horseradish, only who he pretended to be, which didn't bother him, though few even took a chance at being alone with him, not once they actually met Horseradish, which Feathersong had not.

Nor had his other victims, as he was a bit of a cheater, and never played fair when he toyed with others' hearts, mind and emotions. Fun as it was, it had its downsides as well, and he could never be sure of how one would react. If the heartbreak would destroy them, or drive to a deep desire for revenge, the latter one being very undesirable, and he would probably have no choice but to kill them if that happened, though he may leave them alive, if he thought that killing them wasn't worth it, and they posed no threat. He was quite confident that Feathersong posed no threat at all, although whether this pleased him or disappointed him, Horseradish wasn't quite sure. But little matter, since that was of no concern until later on, maybe a couple of moons into the future, if not a season or two. It depended on how long he could stand to be around her, this time period varying depending on that cat and their personality. “I'm not sure, but it's not a pleasant thing to live with. One day you've got a friend my your side, the next day, they've been killed, but such is life,” he said quietly, his eyes glazing over with memories as he remembered faintly a best friend of his from kithood. Their death had been devastating to him, and had practically turned him into what he was today. He shook himself, pushing down his memories and refocusing on what was going on now, that being all that mattered.

“Mmm… that's true I suppose,” Horseradish meowed, nodding his head in agreement at what the SkyClan warrior said next, his amber orbs darkening for a split second as she spoke. “And yes, but why should I worry about that? I've done nothing wrong, nothing to provoke anyone,” the mottled fighter said, all if which was only half true, since no, he'd done nothing wrong to do with SkyClan currently, though he couldn't say that that was true about the Syndicate, since he had many cats angry at him, for various reasons that he couldn't name. “And that it is, but not much of out territory is exposed to sunlight, and there's other cats everywhere. Here, there's usually fewer cats,” he replied, this being one of the few things he'd told her that was not a lie, as a great majority of what Horseradish said was usually a lie, unless he was speaking with a cat that already knew his true personality. He easily could've asked why she was at the border, not to mention alone, since most cats knew better than to do that, especially after that humiliating battle, which Horseradish still resented the very thought of. He looked past Feathersong, into SkyClan territory, scanning for other cats, almost hopeful at seeing some, then maybe he could put on a show. But when there was none to be seen, he showed no sign of disappointment.

“Oh? I'd say that I'm the lucky one,” Horseradish purred, a bit surprised by the flirty air he picked up from what she said, but not about to show it. “You see, I'm lucky to have met such a friendly, pretty she-cat with a name that matches, instead of someone else,” he purred, picking each word careful before he spoke it so that he didn't say anything that seemed ill intentioned or rude. He wasn't known for saying things like that, but it even he slipped up every now and then it said something hurtful, though there were many times when he would've very much liked to say something hurtful, but had to restrain himself and hold on to his friendly and harmless air. Despfeedhow hard that could be sometimes, and he would've much preferred to say something that stung and hurt them, which was what he often did to healers, weak cats that weren't good for anything, as anyone could learn their "skills", and then there would be no reason to keep the weaklings around anymore, and it would be very fun to rid the Syndicate of all those weak links and extra mouths to feed, that being all they were. “It's quite a coincidence– I mean, that both of us just happened to be at the same place, same time,” he purred, knowing that this would only get to her if she believed in StarClan, which he did, but had no father in it. His faith rested solely in the Dark Forest, the Place of No Stars, or whatever everyone was referring to it as nowadays.

Feathersong smiled as the tom seemed embarrassed. His act- not that she knew it was a fake- had completely captivated her, and all she wanted was to know this cat more. Especially since it seemed he didn't fit in with his clan, not if they were supposed to be awful cats. He certainly was a very kind, even sweet tom, rather than ruthless. "That's cool," the molly exclaimed. "In Skyclan, we don't have designated fighters. Just warriors, and we hunt and fight. It must be nice to just concentrate on one thing, though. And you certainly look like a fighter," she tacked on, because Horseradish truly did. He certainly had a lot of muscle, more than other toms in her clan. The grey cat tilted her head as if studying him, before shaking her head. "Well, if I was a part of your Syndicate I don't think I'd be a fighter. I don't have the muscle for it, and I don't really like fighting anyways." A fact that had caused her not to be in the battle between her clan and Horseradish's group. She hated battles, and wasn't much of a skilled fighter anyways, so rather she had stayed back at camp while her clanmates were off fighting.

Feathersong shook her head, but this time sadly. "That's an awful way to live," she meowed softly, eyes brimming with sympathy. "I have so many cats that I care about, I wouldn't be able to live with not knowing if they'd survive in camp another day, since back at camp is supposed to be where we feel safe..." She frowned again, thinking of her own kits, and even their father. Just because things hadn't worked out with the tom, didn't mean that she wanted him hurt. Sure, he had hurt her, but only emotionally. She didn't want him dead. And if any cat had harmed one of her kits, the molly would be destroyed- after destroying the cat who had done it, of course. "How do you all even get along, if you can't trust each other?" She asked after a moment with a shake of her head. "I can't believe you still manage to have enough in your ranks to support and protect you all. That's incredible." The Syndicate must be very strong, then, and she felt a flash of pride that her clan had been able to defeat this strong group of cats. She hid the pride, of course, not wanting Horseradish to feel bad.

Her head tilted once more at what the tom said next. "Well, no, you personally haven't done anything to Skyclan. But... well, you're obviously no idiot. You know things aren't well between my clan and your... group." She wasn't really sure what to call the Syndicate, because they were like a clan but definitely weren't considered one. "If one of our patrols came along, they'd definitely be hostile. And not all of my clanmates are levelheaded. One wrong word and they'd lose their temper, and then attack you." She spoke truthfully, because there had been so many skirmishes with random rogues when her clanmates didn't like something that had been said to them. Her gaze turned back behind Horseradish at what he said next, scanning the darker areas of his territory a bit anxiously. Hopefully no one was watching them right now; she hadn't thought of the other cats in his group as bad, but they definitely seemed aggressive and she'd rather not have a run-in with anyone other than this tom right here. Perhaps she had scored in meeting the only passive cat in the Syndicate. She nodded to his explanation of his grooming spot, turning her attention back to his gaze.

A small smile quickly formed on Feathersong's maw at the tom's flirty attitude, a slight purr building in her throat at his words. All seriousness moment before was gone, the worry about being seen gone as well as she focused solely on the attractive cat in front of her. She giggled when Horseradish called her pretty, her ears pressing back in slight embarrassment and her eyes casting downwards. No cat had called her that since... well, she was refusing to think about him now. They simply hadn't worked out together, and it was okay for her to move on with her life. Perhaps even with this kind tom right here. Her eyes flickered back up to meet the tom's at his final statement, and they flashed with thought. "Yes, what a coincidence... maybe it was meant to happen," she murmured with a shy smile. After all, what were the chances that her paws would just happen to bring her to this spot along the border, where Horseradish happened to choose as his grooming spot? She hadn't even made a conscious decision to come to the border- she simply just walked, and wound up here meeting such a lovely cat. So, the molly thought, maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe Starclan was helping her move on, and showing her just the right tom to move on with. She looked at Horseradish differently now, her smile growing ever the slightest.

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@Charmer
Lostpaw sniffed the border, she had nothing better to do truthfully. (Sorry it's short she's a new charrie so it's harder to add thoughts and stuff.)

[Mango]

@Bad Wolf
Lostpaw sniffed the border, she had nothing better to do truthfully. (Sorry it's short she's a new charrie so it's harder to add thoughts and stuff.)

[Mango]

@Bad Wolf
Bump~