CEDARDAPPLE
What a poor, poor, soul. Wallowing in self-pity. Insignificant, next to his predecessors, small, like a little bunny next to the mighty hawk. It was rather theatrical. The one she was watching was the most righteous one she had seen, a soul Starclan would draw into their circle without hesitation. Amazingly awe-inspiring or not, he was good.
Too good, to be happy with.
Of course there was always some sob story to go behind his strong facade, some kind of point of no return. Blah. The dapple tortoiseshell had no use for them. Who cared about where you came from? One move, right or wrong, built your standing, origins be damned. This was why she hated the clan cats, despite being one in her lifetime. Cedardapple was not one for measuring background and prestige, when merit would work just fine. This was not the society she wanted, the society she wanted to create.
The kind of society that sent her to her death.
The Lord of the Waters had finally drifted off to sleep, his mind dropping into the lower dark word she called her domain. From her vantage point, he could see the newcomer register his arrival, the heat and smell creeping up onto him. He didn't seem to mind. She supposed, this place was better compared to the stares of his clan, with only his trauma to keep him company.
Perhaps she ought to go down, like the good guide she was supposed to be. She leaped from the tree limb she was lounging in, dark smoke wrapped around her in a mock display of art, a wisp wreathed around her head like a crown. A crown of smoke, blood, and despair. Ooo, she felt powerful.
Her lamplight yellow eyes gave way to a false smile as she eyed the cat in front of her. "
So..." her low, lovely voice rolled out. "What have I done to deserve this honor?"
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