I Don't Bite, I {P}romise

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    The apprentice sighs, glancing around briefly before padding to a small pond. Carousel, though not a big fan of water, sticks a paw in and swirls it around, stirring up the silt at the bottom. Boredom. Maybe he should go out and make friends, but call him lazy, he doesn't feel up to it. The skeleton figure, though not so much as when he first joined, rises and begins to pace.

    "Something's on your mind?" Friedrice was arriving at the oasis, green orbs blinking as he had spotted Carouselpaw from the distance pacing. Head cocked to one side, the serval approached the trainee and stopped at the bank of the pond, glancing over his back to see if the cat had answered him.

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    "Hmm?" Looking up at Friedrice, taken aback, he quickly replies,"Oh, just restless, I suppose." His skepticism isn't necessary, merely because he truly is anxious, though about what Carousel doesn't know.

    "Relax a bit," the serval meowed as he peered at his reflection in the water. "It's not good to be tense all the time." Heck since when did he become a therapist? He had no idea, but hey it wasn't good to be restless. He knew being restless could make you exhausted and ill physically and mentally; he had experienced it before.

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    "It's easier said than done." Sighing, he sits, letting his shoulders slump. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Carouselpaw," Car comments, though not very enthusiastically.

    Shrugging nonchalantly, the tom moved away from the river and sat down nearby the apprentice. "Oh no, forgive me for my poor manners. I'm Friedrice Darling. Nice to meet you, Carouselpaw," the first tier meowed, dipping his head respectfully to the tom.

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    "So; I haven't seen you around until lately, but you bear the name of a popular family. I'm guessing you've returned?" Tilting his head, the young cat is politely curious.

    Oh yes, wonderful. Not that the serval didn't want to be known, but he was more of a solitary cat so every time someone perked up at his name or the Darling name, he felt awkward and shy. "Yes I have returned. I was gone for a short while, but I came back couple days ago."

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    "I apologize if I'm prying. I have a tendency to be overly curious," the cat says sincerely, prepared to back off and cease his questioning.

    The tier shook his head. "Oh no it's fine. It's just that I feel..." What was the word for it? He wasn't upset about it or anything. Just... "...a bit stressed? I have been behind a lot of news, and apparently shit happened when i was gone so I'm trying to catch up and all."

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    "Must be strange," he says with a nod,"to come home and find everything has changed. This is the first place I've been where I have stayed for more than a day, so adjusting is also a bit....stressful."

    He knew how the apprentice felt. It was indeed stressful, and it was a lot of pressure for the serval to deal with. "Yeah, things has changed when I was gone. I didn't think so much would happen," he meowed, distracted by a thought.

    Chaotic? The tier cocked his head at that word. It had been chaotic...only when the new leader had been chosen. At least that's what he thought. He couldn't tell. He wasn't very involved in the politics of BloodClan so he never noticed anything really. "I suppose yes. BloodClan is the Clan of drama and stuffs, so it's expected to be very chaotic."

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    "Hmm. I suppose my thoughts were misguided when I first came. Even though BloodClan had been said to be bloodthirsty, I just figured it would have more order to it." Chuckling sourly, he then says,"stupid me."

    He chuckled lightly at the trainee's words. "I just thought it would always be chaotic and messy I suppose. BloodClan being evilish in a way and all," he muttered his thoughts. "But everyone has their own opinion so it's okay if your opinion isn't completely accurate. BloodClan tend to be a bit of a surprise to others who are new or getting familiar with it."

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    "Yeah, you're right there." Rising to his paws, the wounds on his side open slightly, causing him to wince. "Ever get beaten by a demon possessed cat?"

    A demon possessed cat? Well, firstly, he wasn't a fighter. And secondly, no. He never met one anyway and hoped not he would ever meet one. He shook his head and cocked his head at the tom. "Why did you ask?" Noticing the trainee's wince, he meowed, "Are you okay?"

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    "Well, I met a cat who needed to release stress, so I sort of sparred against him, only to find out he was possessed...Not to mention I was hardly in shape. I may not look it now, but then I was a walking skeleton." Then answering Friedrice's next question, he says,"I'm okay."

    Ouch. That must had hurt. "You would have to be more careful. There are suspicious felines around here being possessed but a demon and they're dangerous. It would be bad if you got hurt badly....or died." He had heard some who had died at the paws of a possessed cat and let's say it was a horrible death.