Briarheart had just finished leading a hunting patrol. After dropping their prey off he had decided to go to sunningrocks to lay around for a bit. He reached the rocks and saw he wasnt alone. His ears drooped at the thought of having to share his peaceful until he saw who it was.
"Well if it isnt my favorite apprentice," he growled teasingly as he approached the rocks and Jasminepaw. she was still the only cat who could make him show a softer side of his personality....
Sorens ear twitched back at the kits words. His cold gaze never left Silver though. "The Hall is where you are now. Start listening to Sigma and she just might teach you more about it," he growled.
Briarheart leapt up beside her and lay down, letting the sun warm his pelt. He nodded his head in thanks at her words at looked at her with his peircing saphire gaze. "I wish I could offer the same congradulations. When is your mentor going to let you become a warrior?" he mewed. He could only imagine how frusterated she must be getting. She was only a little young than he was and he had already been a warrior for almost 2 moons now....
Rolling his eyes soren turned back to face the kit. "Are you that dim? You dont get to leave," he spat. He walked towards her until his face was inches from hers. "You have three choices: Stay and learn from Sigma about the Hall of Horrors and join us; Stay in the Hall as a prisoner; or be killed." He stepped back from the kit, his eyes cold and calm. "The choice is yours but I would not recomend becoming a prisoner. They dont lead happy lives," he purred, a cold smirk crossing his handsome features...
Briarheart frowned. "Go and talk to our leader. Thats not right, you should already be made a warrior," he growled...
Soren was taken aback for a moment, but only a moment. His amber eyes narrowed. " 'Sure' what?" he growled.
Soren nodded his head. "Fine then, you listen to Sigma from now on," he growled.
Briarheart smiled, his tail twitching happily. "Those are both very nice," he mewed quietly. He looked away from her across to the river. The sun danced across its moving surface, shimmering across Sunningrocks. Briarheart sighed with contentment. He couldnt think of anywhere else hed rather be right now....
Soren nodded, glad to see he had finally gotten through to the kit. Maybe someday she would make a valuable member of the House of Horrors. Until that time, however, Soren had nothing to do with her. Nodding to the other two she-cat he padded deeper into the maze to find something to eat before returning to his duties....
Briarheart gave a single purr before laying his head down along her back. He was so comfortable he could sleep here forever....
Soren sighed with boredome. He had travelled a little further than he usually did when hunting for victims of the House of Horrors. But for some reason, today he felt a strange need to go out of his way. He padded silently along until he caught sight of a young she-cat. He smirked, his cold eyes smoldering as he gazed at her. How should he play this one? The evil tom who would just simply steal her away? Or perhaps he could play the nice cat to get what he wanted.
Emerging from his hiding place Soren revealed himself to the young cat. "Why hello. What are you doing out here....alone?" he mewed. His voice was gentle, so different from his normal tone that Soren found himself almost choking on his words. He hated playing the nice cat!
Briarheart breathing slowed until he was almost asleep. He could feel her breathing matching his and he gave a small smile. Opening his eyes he quietly lifted his head and looked at her. "What do you want to do with your life Jasminepaw?" he mewed suddenly. Ever since the battle with the anti-clanners Briarheart had been confused about things. He loved his life with his clan but was it really as happy as he thought it was? If so many cats could hate the clans the clans couldnt be as good as they thought they were....
Soren smirked and continued padding towards her. He stepped lightly, his pelt almost brushing hers. "You know, its dangerous to be out here alone. Lot's of bad cats looking to take advantage of young she-cats like you," he purred, his voice silky. Inside, he was laughing. Pathetic clan cats! The urge to rip out her throat was conflicting with his urge to toy with her. Playing with her would be more fun than simply slaughtering her though.....
Briarheart looked at her, his saphire eyes gentle. "Someday I want a family to," he looked at his paws as he finished. Did he really want a family? So many things could go wrong. But at the end of the day it would be worth it!
Sorens eyes narrowed and his tail twitched in irritation. Ugghh, she-cats! Stepping infront of her he placed a sultry smirk across his lips. sitting down he wrapped his tail around his paws. "Then what are you doing out here, pray tell?" he murmered...
Briarhearts smirked remained and his eyes danced. "Really? Name calling?" he purred, his head comically tilted. "Is that what they spend all their time teaching you, princess?" His voice was silken and yet dripping with venom at the same time. All at once his mind had re-focussed on the coming fight. He was prepared for anything she would throw at him.
His claws unsheathed, he kneaded the ground again, his massive shoulder muscles rolling. He didnt know what to make of this cat. She was clearly trying to get a rise out of him either to divert his attention or to get him into attacking first. Which one, he didnt know yet.
"Sounds devious," Soren purred, loving every minute of it....
Briarheart laughed, "Should I sit down so you can work on your trash talking?" he mewed sweetly. His bright eyes watched the pretty femme. She looked like she was getting antsy. But so was he. As much as Briarheart loved good trash talking, it was half the battle afterall, he loved getting down to the fighting even more.
Despite his young age the handsome fawn and red tabby tom was large. His body was thick and muscled. Despite his large size he was also fast. Looking at the she-cat though, he could tell he wouldnt match her for speed. He would simply have to make up for it by over-powering her.
Briarheart was almost ready now. No matter what she expected him to do he would surprise her in a way she wouldnt expect....
Soren was taken aback for a moment. This little kit wanted to do all that! Who would have thought it. He smiled though, suddenly growing interested in her plan. "Need any help?" he purred, brushing her pelt with his tail....
Briarheart licked her shoulder comfortingly. "I was born a loner, remember?" he mewed also looking up again. He had always loved the sky, no matter what kind of weather it held, it was also a stunning veiw to him. "I think I could remember most of the lands and how to survive. Its not that different. Just no clan support. And as for Beechwhisker," he growled. Just the thought of that rogue made his pelt bristle. No matter what happened between him and Jasminepaw he would always be there to protect her from that peice of dung.....
