'No, not broken. I'm stronger than that.' [OPEN-Jump in!-Elitists & Prisoners]

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    Rowantree had only been here two days, and luckily, no mangy Elitists had managed to notice her dark, chocolatey brown pelt in the dark light of the HOM. The RiverClan warrior's soft fur was still clean and well looked after, but she knew that was bound to change. It was only a matter of time before some flea-bitten Elite cat decided to pick on her.


    Being such a petite cat, Rowantree didn't find her rusted cage to be that bad. She had enough room to move about, which was far more than what most other cats had.

    Samael was, yes, an Elite cat, but he wasn't here to pick on anyone. He came padding into the House of Mirrors carrying some prey and water in a sack and set about distributing rations around. He didn't think the prisoners should be tortured and starved all of them time, he just wasn't that kind of guy. In fact he'd never once raised a claw to a prisoner, even if they misbehaved.


    Trying to avoid the shattered glass afoot as best he could, and lamenting to himself the state of the place, the sleek Jaguarundi made his way through the prisoner's quarters until he came upon Rowantree's cage. Oh, she was new, right? "Hello, miss," he greeted her, ever politely. Then he slid through the bars a pigeon and an old rag soaked with water for her.

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    IC- 'Oh, thank you,' Rowantree said in surprise, dipping her head in respect for the (maybe not so flea-bitten) Elitist. 'Aren't you worried that this'll get you in trouble?'


    The chocolate brown she-cat wished she could have waited politely for a response, but her empty stomach thought otherwise. The pigeon tasted incredible, and her vibrant green eyes immediately lit up hungrily. Soft grey feathers lined her rusted cage, creating a fluffy nest around her, which was even more than a godsend in the dark hell she was in.


    'Thank you,' Rowantree gasped after finishing the fresh kill. 'Thank you so, so much.'[color=black]


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    Samael smiled. "Why, no," he meowed. "No matter who someone is, they should be treated with kindness. If I get in trouble, I get in trouble. I won't back down on what I believe." It was really a shame they were enemies, but some differences just couldn't be reconciled. So, yes, they were enemies and had different ways of thinking and living, but it didn't mean he had to be nasty to anyone because of it, did it? He was still loyal to the Elite... even if they could be at times less than savory company.


    He watched her eat, then nodded. "You're welcome. Good day to you miss." It was unfortunate that others were not so kind as he was, and he knew that she should really be careful not to give anyone a reason to mistreat her (not that many even needed a reason). But that was their right to do so, however barbaric.

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    IC- 'That's a very noble thing to say,' Rowantree mewed, smiling at the tom.


    The chocolate warrior couldn't help but like this cat. He seemed almost like a light at the end of the tunnel. A promise of hope for all those unfortunate enough to be imprisoned here.


    'Before you go, promise me you'll come back. I need a friend,' the RiverClan she-cat told him, her vibrant green eyes wide.[color=black]


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    "Do you think so?" Samael smiled, slipping prey and water into an adjacent cage. He then coughed softly into his paw. Long ago when he'd been captured by WindClan he'd suffered a terrible sickness that he had never quite fully recovered from. "Well, I will be back." He had no intention of letting the prisoners suffer. After all, a man shouldn't kick his dog.


    He was just about to move on when something occurred to him. "I just realized, we've been talking and I haven't introduced myself. I'm terribly sorry, quite rude of me. My name is Samael. And you are?"

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    [color=black]OOC- 'I'm Rowantree, proud RiverClan warrior that somehow ended up here,' the chocolate she-cat replied, her sense of humor creeping into those last few words. 'Nice to meet you.'


    To be honest, she wasn't really sure why the Elite was keeping her prisoner. It wasn't exactly her fault that she'd stumbled upon the theme park. If it hadn't been for her friends dragging her along on that stupid made-up 'prophecy', Rowantree would be safe and sound in her own territory.


    'Samael...' the warrior mewed. 'Sounds... Latin? I had a mentor with a Latin name, once.'[color=black]


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    Samael smiled. "The pleasure is all mine, as I am not the one stuck behind a cage door," he quipped with a soft chuckle. "Miss Rowantree. I will remember that, it's a lovely name." If a bit unorthodox to a nonClanner, but since he'd spent that time in WindClan he knew what to expect with Clan names. At least her name made sense, he knew what a rowan tree was, unlike names such as Pebblewhisker that didn't make sense at all. How could a whisker be like a pebble? Those two things were so different from each other...


    "It's Hebrew," he corrected her with a small smile. "Latin names are popular in the Elite, I wouldn't have expected a RiverClanner to have such a name. Was your mentor perhaps from here?"

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    IC- 'As far as I know, he was born in RiverClan,' Rowantree replied, her head slightly cocked as she tried to recall the details about her mentor. 'Though, he never liked to talk about his roots, so maybe he wasn't a RiverClanner at all...'[color=black]


    Hebrew wasn't a language she had heard of before, but it still managed to interest her. Clan names seemed so boring compared to all these foreign, unique ones. If given the choice between calling your kit 'Sunfur' or 'Samael', you'd probably go for Samael. Rarely would you find a name intriguing as that in a Clan!


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