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Post by jay on Dec 10, 2018 23:11:14 GMT -5
Having slipped in and been there toward the end of the ritual Jay smirked glad she didn’t miss such an occasion to partake in. “Now who shall I make squirm a little..” she trailed off taking a look around as she stepped lightly through the many cats conversing and such. Spotting a target she quickened her pace until a greater power stood in her way. Looking him over Jay decided he was worth a chat. Any info was better than nothing... Especially if she could practice some new personas before she’d have to go out on another recruiting run. Smiling she let her ears fall near her head as she approached the tom with her eyes looking at the ground. Playing as if she didn’t see him Jay would “accidentally” run in to him and cower a bit as she looked up. “I am so sorry! Please don’t mind me I was lost in thought...” her voice was a bit shaky as she spoke.
All the while her mind whirled with the many reactions and outcomes that could occur from this little stunt and act.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 4:00:12 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
With his task complete, Owlscreech had decided on idly sitting on the sidelines, watching as his clanmates participated in the ritual. He didn't know how long he was expected to keep his Clan here, but he was certain he would be able to take every cat home before sunrise, so they could sleep off their discomforts of the ritual and jump right back into a busy day of Clan life when the sun woke them.
Feeling another body bump into him, Owlscreech turned his wide, green eyes to the strange she-cat who immediately began apologizing to him. She appeared skittish, and while a handful of The Towers appeared uncomfortable in Shadowclans presence, Jay was practically shaking in her skin. The leader quickly looked the she-cat up and down as if sizing up a threat before offering the petrified molly a shrug of his shoulders. "No harm done, sweetheart." he meowed in a rather unamused tone. He wasn't here to mingle or make friends with these cats, and for as terrified as Jay seemed, the she-cat had yet to tuck her tail between her legs and run.
"Why don't you run along, then?" the Shadowclan leader asked as he eyed the she-cat suspiciously. "It looks like your fight or flight instincts lean more towards flight, so go on. Fly away." 219 words
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Post by jay on Dec 12, 2018 9:52:38 GMT -5
“Good...” she stood up proud as she look at the tom. “Run along? Why you’re quite funny and easily fooled my dear sir. You honestly thought I was frightened by running in to you? Kinda pathetic you didn’t see through the illusion.” smirking she began circling the male trying to see what could be of use to her and the Towers. “I do apologize but I didn’t catch your name. I was a bit late to the ritual...” trailing off she sauntered back to sit in front of him for a more eye to eye conversation. Noticing some misplaced fur she’d begin grooming herself until the male would answer one way or another.
Ears twitching she made sure to keep an ear out for the original target she had. Incase he to was as naive to fall for such an easy frightened act to gain a false sense of pity. Between licks she’d look up to see if the Owlscreech was going to answer, or if he’d actually react to being duped. “Come now... I’m no monster. Just a recruiter looking to fulfill her job quota.” she smiled with a soft purr before tussling with a matt in her tail that didn’t seem to want to be undone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 15:33:35 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it. Apparently, Jay did not like the words that fell from Owlscreechs lips. The she-cat straightened her spine and raised her head, no longer cowering before him. Insults were spat in his face and Owlscreech felt a rush of energy course through his veins. It had been a while since Owlscreech had gotten into a fight, and he was the king of shit talking. Honestly, the tan feline had thought Jay was rather strange when she first bumped into him, so had he fully bought her ruse? No. Perhaps he could have if Jay had put more work into convincing him.
Now it was Owlscreechs turn to chuckle as Jay began circling him. "If you want to trick your prey, you have to work harder than that, sweetheart." he grinned, flashing his pointed white teeth. "I was on to you from the beginning, so here's a tip, just for you!" Leaning closer to Jay as she groomed her fur, Owlscreech lowered his voice dangerously. "An easily frightened little bitch doesn't exactly scream The Towers. No one's going to fall for your sweet, innocent act, whore."
Sitting up straight, Owlscreech eyed the she-cat evenly. "Well, we're just full of bad ideas today, aren't we?" he purred in his nicest voice as Jay mentioned her job quota. "I'm Owlscreech, the leader of Shadowclan, and I'd rather be dead in the snow than join your cult. I'm only here due to our mutual agreement, but let me make one thing clear; we're not friends, nor allies. If Radio thinks he can manipulate me like the dumb bitches he's used to converting, you can personally tell him I said to shove his speech up his ass."
Getting to his paws, Owlscreech wrinkled his nose in disgust at Jay before shifting his gaze to sweep over his Clan. "Come, Shadowclan," The newly appointed leader meowed loud enough to catch the attention of the cats around him. "We've done what was asked of us, and now we should be returning home before it gets any later. Our young need their rest." Owlscreech turned his wide green eyes on Radio for a moment, almost daring the tom to try to stop them before he turned on his paws and began leading the way out of the garden. "No need to have your warriors lead us home, neighbor. The scent trail is still fresh in the air, so I think we can manage on our own." Glancing over his shoulder, the tabby tom smirked. "Until next time." he meowed as his farewell and then bounded off into the forest. 430 words
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