[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by RedHead

As Settingpaw was shaking the dust out of her fur, her sharp ears caught Pleasantpaw’s murmur, much to her displeasure. Pffft you wish big boy. She laughed in her head, flicking hiring it probably wouldn’t be the nicest to comment her thoughts out loud. She was trying to make friends, right? But do you really want to be friends with this guy? Settingpaw studied the tom, taking note of his tall posture and the way he seemed to hold himself high. Like on a higher standard than others. You don’t really know him though. He could actually be very nice. Settingpaw argued with herself in her head, something she did often, though most if the time it was out loud.
She then averted her eyes quickly, realizing that she might’ve been staring at him for too long. At his question, her tail lashed once, more in annoyance than anger. “Yes. I’m new around here.” She meowed, in a way that seemed to say “I’m stating the obvious.” Settingpaw did not like to deal with small talkers, cats who just talked to say words. She liked meaningful conversations, conversations that she could get something out of.

Pleasantpaw did think very highly of himself. He didn’t look down upon his clanmates, he simply just found himself to be a very impressive cat. He didn’t think of others as inferior to him because he was too distracted with himself. Plus, he simply wasn’t the type who would think badly of others. He simply had no opinion on other cats because they mattered very little to him. Sure, there were a few cats who mattered to him and those were the ones that he had an opinion on. They were the ones who he actually noticed. Other than that, he kept to his own little corner of the clan and did his own thing.
He blinked at the she-cat, noticing how she was staring at him for a little longer than she should be. He smiled, pleased that he was making such a good first impression on the other apprentice. Pleasantpaw was assuming that she was staring at him because she was impressed with him as well. He couldn’t say that he was particularly surprised. After all, he was able to impress himself and he had very high standards.
The Tuxedo tom couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the she-cat’s response. He could very easily sense the annoyance in her tone of voice. “Alright, alright no need to be so sassy,” he chided, like a queen scolding their kit. “Well then, how did you end up here? I doubt my brother would let random strangers join the clan as they please,” he continued, referring to Fallenstar as his brother, rather than using his name. Well, at least he wasn’t making things up. Fallenstar was indeed his brother and the tom was very proud of what his older brother had achieved, even if he knew of the thoughts that lay beneath his brother’s thick fur. Fallenstar’s high position wasn’t what made Pleasantpaw arrogant. No, it only contributed to his high ego. There was nothing better to boost his confidence like being related to the clan’s leader.