[InfernoFlicker]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The glare that Infernosky shot him was enough to let the black feline know it would be smart to keep his maw shut now. Even though it hadn't been that long ago since they had met, sometimes the red cat truly scared him. Everything from her fiery pelt to her still deputy-like personality was unique, although Obsidiansky had found that a lot of cats had unique personalities. It was sort of one of the perks of living in a Clan, you could meet everyone - and get to know all their little quirks and secrets and things. Though there was no way for the tom to know everybody's secrets, Obsidiansky had found out quite a few things about his clanmates. And he was sure they knew a lot about him. Jitterpaw's stifled snort brought the black cat's smile back to his maw, and he gave her a playful wink. Where Infernosky couldn't see it, of course - if she was a neutral friend in a battle of feelings, then Jitterpaw was another. And a playful one at that, which was worth about ten friends in Obsidiansky's opinion. He needed a playful "just friend" to hang out with, without fear of something happening. And by something happening, that meant... well... any drama.

Because drama had been his life recently. First the drama with Canineheart, now Sagewhisker, and it just might end up draining him. The conversation that the two other cats were having drained into the background as the black feline focused on Russelfur and Jitterpaw, flicking the she cat lightly (in a teasing manner, as an older brother might do) with his tail. Perhaps over time he would become a natural part of their little group. But, it would be difficult to integrate into a group of cats who had been together for so long. If they needed anything, any help as far as the change with WindClan went, Obsidiansky would be happy to. His ears flicked fowards to follow Jitterpaw's quick speech. It was almost impossible to keep up - key word being almost. Almost impossible, but not quite.

He had found that to be a useful little word over the moons. It wasn't as vague as 'sometimes,' which Obsidiansky found didn't add much to a conversation. Where questions were concerned, at least... he had found that it would put more mystery into a cat who didn't really need any more mystery put into them. There had been times cats thought that he was mysterious, or off-putting, or kept to himself and didn't talk to anyone simply because of his appearance. Now that was judging for you. Although Obsidiansky couldn't blame them, they had a right to believe what they wanted to and sometimes he did look that way. Moody, almost. "I'd be glad to take you two out, if you would like." The tom turned to the other two she cats, who were still talking, and waited a moment until it seemed there was a pause in the conversation.

"You could come with us, if you wanted to," He added with a brief smile. It might have been his way of making up for being sarcastic and bothering her. See, the thing about the dark colored tom was that he had a need to be forgiven. Or at least, to feel as though no one was actually angry with him. And that glare Infernosky had shot him had given him just about the lowest feeling he had had in a while. Though he knew she hadn't meant it, at least he hoped not, and if she had it better have just been about his comments. Glancing back at Russel he cocked his head to the side a little as he listened to the tom's speech. It made him feel the slightest bit clumsy with his own words, as the big feline sounded so elegant.

Yes, elegant... as though he were speaking in front of other cats. And the worst thing was, Obsidiansky never would have expected it of him! Which either showed that he hadn't thought very much of Russel's class or he thought the tom was too humble and down-to-earth, or he was imagining something completely different of the feline altogether. Any way you put it couldn't be the best way. "Well..." Obsidiansky's voice trailed off and he glanced at the two cats talking. What was the best way to explain this situation to Russel? "You should probably ask Infernosky about that," He mewed with somewhat of a sheepish expression on his features.

(lol Russel coming out of the den and being like 'would you like a bird or a rabbit for breakfast?' in his butler voice xD)
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While Infernosky continued to make conversation with the cat that she had desired to see for so long---a feline that brought her back to the feeling of her old Windclan home---she shifted her glance over to her two friends and Obsidiansky, talking. Well, Infernosky took that thought captive for a moment. Three friends, she should say. Obsidiansky...had proven to her he could make a trustworthy friend. He was a listener, not a fighter, and...kind. At least it seemed that way. Infernosky hadn't known many cats like that in her lifetime, and well, it felt strange, but good. The quiet, non-aggressive demeanor is what had attracted Infernosky to Russelfur and Jitterpaw in the first place. These cats were different, and because of that, it was almost like...they didn't quite walk to the same beat as typical clan cats did. Typical clan cats seemed to...walk with pride in their step, and a fire, a fire that was different from these three, because the trio certainly had a fire of their own. It was somehow...different. And like a mother bear keeping a watchful eye on her cubs, she always kept them within her line of vision, checking on them every couple moments, wary of their safety, just as she always had out in the wilderness with the duo.


Jitterpaw giggled when Obsidiansky flashed her a wink and a flick of his tail. She loved sharing jokes between friends, it was like sharing a secret code. She and Russelfur had plenty of those, some of which Jitterpaw wasn't even sure Russelfur remembered most of the time, but at least he tried to play along sometimes. The giddy fae made a small leap of excitement when the coal-black tom agreed to an outing. "yES," The apprentice said in a way that one might say with a fist pump, if cats could fist pump. She loved everything about Obsidiansky; he was just a ray of sunshine in her mostly gloomy world. She looked at him with an expression that was almost dreamy, not in a love-interest type of way, but a way that a little sister might look admiringly at her bigger brother. "I can't wait to show you my hunting and fighting skills! Okay, I've never actually learned to fight, but I'm a natural, I swear."

To this, Russelfur rumbled with amusement. He exchanged glances with Obsidiansky, chuckling in his deep butler voice, and remained quiet. He usually never had any 'remarks' to give anyone as much as Jitterpaw and Infernosky did. He liked to play by the rule, slightly edited by himself, "If you don't have anything nice, or remotely provocative, to say, don't say anything at all." Caught slighty off-guard by Obsidiansky's sheepish expression and shy response to his voiced concerns, he placed his confusion to the back of his mind and turned to Infernosky, who, to his knowledge, was listening in on their conversation as much as her own.

The red tabby fae turned to the trio when her name was mentioned twice by Obsidiansky, and when she turned to them, they all seemed to be requesting her opinion. At first she wasn't sure to act like she had listened in on their conversation, or that she hadn't really been listening. Slightly pausing due to indecisiveness, she met their gaze a moment before replying bluntly, "Russelfur, you were permitted to catch up on sleep and restore your energy last night, so no need to worry, but from now on you will wake with the sunrise like the rest of the clan." To this, Russelfur simply dipped his head and offered a, "Yes ma'am."

Then, she turned, almost with a hawk-like expression (which tended to be her natural expression), to Obsidiansky. His invitation was sincere and, well, almost very apologetic? Which confused her for a moment, until she recalled his expression when she had glared at him for teasing her ever so subtly. Her reaction had really done a number on him, she realized. Heart softened a little, she allowed a very, very small, crooked smile cross her maw.

"Well, since the both of you are finally awake, let's not waste the rest of the sun's daylight talking like sparrows. Obsidiansky, if you aren't busy and wouldn't mind showing them the run of the territory, I would be greatful. I could use a refresher myself, including a refresher on some sparring techniques. You are welcome to take your apprentice with you as well. And Cloverpaw, you can come too, if your mentor allows it."

(Russel: *comes back with a squirrel on a silver platter, with a cherry in it's mouth* I present to you, "squirrel a' la' mode'" )