[Wingnettle]

Black

#thevoidwithin
11 moons | he/him
Shadow Fiend, Chill of Death

Black's fur pricked uncomfortably as the Giant Shecat remarked his trenspassing. He couldn't defend himself, and trying to do so would only bring more trouble. He quickly ttied to find some way in which he could honor their queen, but he didn't know any. He decided to close his eyes and dip his head briefly, before speaking.

"I made a terrible mistake, but..." He thought for a moment, pausing. If his goal was now to make this a new home, it would mean his loyalty would now be have to be continuously proven.
He now suddenly noticed something; the brown Shecat's bed was made of prey's fur! And... cat's, too.

He switched his blue gaze to her again, in a very subtle way. "That ferret might not have the greatest taste, but... its pelt will make for a fine bed lining. Maybe... if the suggestion might feel tangible, I might prove myself." Ohh... what a succulent idea is coming to me now. "There's a pelt I happened to pose my eyes upon... it would make for a kit's perfect hiding place, of a queen's pillow for the hardest times. It is the color of an owl, with a flrck of gold just under the neck." Was it only a suggestion? Yes. Could it change Black forever? Yes... it was his own challenge.

And he would go all the way down for it.

@Undertaker