[size=8]Hypothetically, Alistair wasn't even meant to be there, if he thought about it long and hard. No, he was meant to be in a multitude of places, potentially, but none of them were ColouredClan - and yet it was in ColouredClan that he found himself, mulling over his many failures with the most optimistic outlook he could.
He was good at being optimistic on the outside, actually, and people had flocked to him for that - also to mock him, but he was rather used to that, and no longer found it in him to care, able to brush off everything with a sarcastic, deadpanned laugh and only slight irritation.
The leopard thought about how he'd fucked up during his time, and then realised that he truly did miss Surana. Following the elf had been easy enough; he'd not had to think, really, but had rather had to tag along and then stab things when it was required of him.
That didn't need much brainpower, of course, but now? Now he had to work things out for himself! And what with him already startling Impavidstar, things weren't looking up for him.
All the same, he'd try and keep up spirits, because ColouredClan, for its name, was not a very colourful and cheery place - or, at least, his first impressions of it weren't. It wasn't brown in the sense of the muck in Ferelden, but nobody was ... all that overjoyed.
" Maybe it's the lack of oxygen, " he mumbled, pressing a paw to his forehead.
Alistair had returned from a hunt with a deer caught in his jaws, dragging it by the antlers and starting backwards as several other ColouredClanners ran to relieve him of it, dragging it off.
He licked his lips and frowned, still tasting metal, dirt and bark.
Well, they hadn't wasted any time in taking his dinner. Ah, well. He'd just nab something measly off that pile of food he saw. Or ... several measly somethings. He'd probably eat the whole pile, knowing him.
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Ruin had to agree with the fact that not many here, not even the clan itself seemed 'colourful'. In BloodClan, her experience had been a brazen explosion of emotions and excitement, shifting embers of fear and rage - but ColouredClan seemed monotonal in comparison. They needed to spice in here - and with her cinnamon hued coat, maybe Ruin could bring that. Or fuck it all up. Who knew?
"A lack of oxygen?" Ruin echoed Alistair curiously, gazing across at the leopard with arched brows. Was he a science fellow?
See, Ruin had tried doing a couple of experiments. She'd stopped when she had singed off about half the clan's whiskers and noses. As such, she'd always been a little wary of anything scientifically related, even scientific words.
Watching the deer be dragged away from Alistair and following his gaze, Ruin let out a huff of air. She could sympathize. Being in a clan forced you to be a team player, even when you weren't expecting it.
"What's this about a lack of oxygen?"#ruinedinnocence
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[size=8]Perhaps he ought to go to BloodClan, then! Or- maybe not. Alistair was indeed spontaneous, extroverted and somewhat of a goof, to put it simply, but he was also shy, bashful when it came to other topics, and, thus, he wasn't entirely good with over-the-top, obnoxious individuals.
He liked to have a perfect balance of humour and empathy in the people he bonded with - that was probably why he'd bonded so well with Surana. They'd been loose enough to joke with him at every turn, but when it came to it, they'd listened to his late-night rambling, and that had been enough.
All the same, he didn't like such a mundane environment as ColouredClan, and hoped it revealed itself to be more ... colourful as time passed, if nothing else. He would tire quickly of boredom, anyhow; he was a get-going person, and didn't cope easily with a constant, tepid lack of action and adventure.
Hearing Ruin's curious tone, the young man turned at both inquiries, losing all interest in his stolen deer just like that. He'd been overheard? He hadn't expected anyone to have listened to his nonsensical mumblings, but if somebody had, then ... he wouldn't really deny them information.
" I- oh, I was just talking to myself. It was nothing special, really. I was just wondering if everyone was so bloody miserable because they don't have enough air to breathe, or if the air was funny. Hey- take a deep breath with me. Do you feel ... sadder? "
On cue, he inhaled, then wiped a mock tear from his eye soon after.
" Oh- yes! I can feel the depression weighing down upon me. No wonder everybody's so dull and ... lifeless, and ... and dull. "
It was all in jest, of course, and he grinned at her soon after to show that he meant no real offence, even if he was somewhat irritated by the lack of joking reception he received in the clan.
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