Post by Greymuzzles on Jul 7, 2019 20:55:25 GMT
Ashstar sat erect and proud before his den, his grey eyes fastened upon the camp and the warriors it bore. He’d settled thus almost as soon as Jaguarshine had left him, deciding to take a moment to consider his next move before beginning to flex his claws, and now he knew precisely what it was he intended to do. He’d had the shape of it before, of course, but he knew well the benefits of thinking things through: knew, too, that seeming to rush would never do. He had to keep up appearances, after all…
And appearances had, indeed, been kept. He didn’t doubt for a moment that his clan had seen Jaguarshine’s approach and their subsequent talk, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before they discovered what had occurred. Even if the tom himself didn’t spill he was reasonably sure that the subject of his next conversation would, and simply by letting himself be seen in thought he could be certain that any future mutterings that meeting might cause would be swiftly overruled. One could not be accused of haste when they had paused, after all. And his pause had given him plenty of time to ensure that his next move was justified.
He still wanted to scoff at what had been brought before his paws—Birds fighting—ha!—but there was no denying that the pair had broken the rules. And that meant just one thing: it was time to show the clan that he would not be crossed; not let his authority be ignored.
“Skyflower,” his voice rang out the moment he spied the piebald cat, and he locked her within his gaze, his entire body radiating carefully-crafted disapproval to the world.
“A word.”
Ooc:
This thread is a direct continuation of Jaguarshine's Report, which is itself a continuation of Skyflower's Training Session.
And appearances had, indeed, been kept. He didn’t doubt for a moment that his clan had seen Jaguarshine’s approach and their subsequent talk, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before they discovered what had occurred. Even if the tom himself didn’t spill he was reasonably sure that the subject of his next conversation would, and simply by letting himself be seen in thought he could be certain that any future mutterings that meeting might cause would be swiftly overruled. One could not be accused of haste when they had paused, after all. And his pause had given him plenty of time to ensure that his next move was justified.
He still wanted to scoff at what had been brought before his paws—Birds fighting—ha!—but there was no denying that the pair had broken the rules. And that meant just one thing: it was time to show the clan that he would not be crossed; not let his authority be ignored.
“Skyflower,” his voice rang out the moment he spied the piebald cat, and he locked her within his gaze, his entire body radiating carefully-crafted disapproval to the world.
“A word.”
Ooc:
This thread is a direct continuation of Jaguarshine's Report, which is itself a continuation of Skyflower's Training Session.