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@Paradise

Sweetberry tilted his head left and right as if rolling the apprentice’s words head around in his head, “Fair enough, to each their own. I can’t specifically warn you against being manipulative. It would be hypocritical—if you think I’ve never used this smile to get what I want, well...” he smirked to himself, “However...manipulating your clanmates and viewing them as pawns is a slippery slope. Like I said...you’re too talented to spurn your clanmates. In my observations, I’ve seen a few simple lies and plots escalate into sedition and chaos...and that, into an eternity spent hungry and maddened in the Dark. We...don’t want that for you.”

[ophelia]

Russetpaw was getting tired of being lectured by this tom. He glared at Sweetberry. "Your compliments don't mean anything to me. You're dead, and from an enemy clan." He knew he was being disrespectful, but he couldn't help it. He was frustrated with the situation, this cat, and himself. "You think I want to 'escalate into sedition and chaos?'" he snarled. "Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I'm evil." And yet, he'd killed a cat, and been cruel to Thornpaw.
He hissed softly and flattened his fur, turning his back on the tom. "I don't mind the Dark Forest anyways," he mumbled, mostly to himself, before stalking a little ways away. It would've been more satisfying to be able to leave entirely, but Russet had never been able to control when he woke up from his dreams.
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