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Post by nine on Jan 21, 2018 3:52:27 GMT
Rust was a lot more talkative than Faust imagined. Perhaps it was a sign that the tom was getting more comfortable around him. Faust did his best to hold back a smile at that. It seemed as if Rust was some divine figure, created to purge the evil of the world. The evil mostly being within the clans. He could see the similarities, a small halo hovering above Rust's head as the sun faded away into night. And what would they make Faust?
He listened intently as he preached. Hearing some truth within his word. Once in a group, forged through blood and survival, there was often a hive mentality. A discussion for another day. Faust was curious as to what Rust was accused of doing that caused him to be exiled from the clan. Rust finished his speech and allowed for Faust to speak. "As long as you don't let it consume you..." Faust inched closer to him, letting him whisper. "Then there's no problem. Don't focus too much on that, let me take charge of the messy things."
He laid on his back, gazing up at the sky. The orange had now faded into a mixture of purples, pinks and blues. Night was nearly upon them. "You know I had everything I could have imagined back at my kittypet home. Anything I could have wanted. And yet I wanted more. Something inside of me just wasn't happy with my current situation and so I left. I left to take on this life. To struggle and fight to survive everyday. Back home I was a leader. I got cats to bend to my every will. I truly got to see that gray you were talking about. Decisions aren't easy to make." He let out a long sigh. "Rusty, I'm starving."
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 21, 2018 5:15:12 GMT
"Please don't call me Rusty," he murmured, getting up and jumping off the rocks. He scraped aside a few smaller ones near the base, revealing a hole in the ground that could comfortably fit prey for three or four days, if you rationed it well enough, surrounded by strong-smelling herbs like mint and thyme to mask the smell of prey. He picked up a thrush, replaced the stones, and leaped up to offer it to his companion. "You will have to begin hunting for yourself. If anything happens, we share. I have one rule about hunting," he murmured. "Don't kill the mourning doves." His eyes flicked up to the cooing bird. Fat and sluggish, even in the winter, feathers fluffed up as it settled on a branch to observe. But, very pretty. Rust looked up. "You are now a member of the Dove's Dusk. I expect you to respect your family's namesake."nine
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Post by nine on Jan 21, 2018 18:00:59 GMT
"Can I call you Rus then?" Faust cocked his head, getting up from his comfortable spot on the rocks. He watched as the ginger tom moved a few small rocks that were gathered at the base, revealing a pile of food. The little area was coated with with strong smelling herbs to counter-act the smell of the dead. Smart. He noted. Rust had picked out a thrush and offered it to him. Faust gladly took it. His tail thrashed behind him as he ate.
The comment about hunting made his ears perk. "I'll be honest with you. Hunting isn't particularly my strong suit. Being self-taught and all." Overhead a mourning dove cooed. He looked up at it briefly. It was a beautiful bird although it looked to be easy prey. Rust seemed to have some connection towards them. He made a mental note to respect his wishes and not kill them. "I won't kill the doves, I'll be careful." No matter how annoying they get. He sneered and resumed his meal once more. "It seems they mean a lot to you. Why's that?"
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 21, 2018 23:44:37 GMT
Rust curled his tail. "No. My name is Rust. It's only one syllable." He was quiet when he continued, but was roused from his thoughts by the question about doves. It was an odd one, wasn't it? After all, they were just glorified pigeons. "I was taught to respect prey. Doves also remind me of when I was a kit, before I understood the cruelty of existence."The tom's eyes clung to the sunset as the sun slipped below the horizon, and he sighed. The nighttime chill washed over him, and he jumped carefully off of the rocks and slipped over to a small shelter he'd made. "Come here when you're finished. It's warm."nine |
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Post by nine on Jan 23, 2018 1:25:55 GMT
"Got it. Doves are divine creatures not to be killed or maimed."
Faust pouted at Rust being so adamant on the name. He'd wear him down soon. For now he'd just stick with the satisfaction of using the nickname in his thoughts. He finished up the thrush, leaving the parts he didn't want. He hopped down and buried the remains to keep away any scavengers. Something he'd learned the hard way. Faust followed Rust down into the little shelter. It was certainly much warmer than outside. The air had already gone chilly because of the night.
Faust tucked himself into a little pocket. He got comfortable before ultimately getting up and venturing more towards Rust. It was cold ok. "You're right it is warm." He hummed.
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 23, 2018 20:05:39 GMT
He curled his tail around him and rested his head on his back, closing his eyes to go to sleep. He didn't usually have issues with intruders, so he wasn't worried. The only issues he had were his bright ginger pelt attracting attention from hunters, but they were safe down here. He was more than content to stay this way. Rust thought for several moments. He now had another cat backing him. A real cause. He had a reason for pride, and finally had a fighting chance. He'd be okay, he thought. Rust knew that now, he could win, if he fought until StarClan brought him home. nineThat's a wrap, eh? |
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