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If Cain had heard that thought about horses, he would have fallen from laughing - after all, the leader of ColouredClan was a horse. He didn't hear it, though, much to Kea's disappointment. Instead, he saw the kit. Ears flattening back, he prowled forward with the much-feared disapproving dad look. Nevermind that he wasn't the father; he could imitate the look pretty darn well.
"What are you doing out here alone?" Cain very nearly demanded. He stared down at the singing kit for a moment, wandering why he was singing before lowering his head to pick Sunkit up by the scruff. Unless he somehow dodged, he'd be picked up - and would become unprotesting, silent, and limp. After all, there was some similarity between wolf pups and kits.
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At that, Cain completely relaxed, stance dropping as he stood normally once more. That, in itself was off; he stood with all four legs planted firmly into the ground, and tail hanging loosely behind him, slightly below the level of his spine. His ears were pricked forward, yes, but he generally looked to the side to most people who were above him, and some he felt a natural submission to. Celyn, though, was not one of those; he considered himself an equal to her.
His mind protested just a teeny bit to her statement - whispering if you did, why did you abandon me? - but those words would never leave the far depths of his mind. They would not reach his eyes, his mouth, nor any part of him that could convey that. No, instead he would show what mostly filled him - genuine sorrow and... some other unindentifiable emotion. Whatever it was, it made him step forward to nuzzle the silver wolf gently. "Of course I forgive you, Mother," he whispered, voice only a little bit ragged.
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Cain frowned. The kit? No. He didn't mind the apprentice, but the kit... no. What if something bad happened? The bodyguard stared. "I do believe I am going to invoke the power of my position as a bodyguard and state that Sunkit may not go," he bit out abruptly, tail raising in a stance of dominance for a moment. It was, perhaps, one of the few decisions he didn't think everything about it, although his mind had run through several pro's and con's during those few seconds. He flicked his gaze over the rest of the group, giving them all a small smile and a nod in greeting, while at the same time inspecting them. He frowned a tiny bit at the apprentice, but he really couldn't stop her from going... plus, it was an herb patrol. Really, the only reason he was stopping Sunkit was because there were humans.
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Cain's own tail wagged happily, blue eyes closing in the sweet sensation that ran through his body; it was... unsual, this feeling. A feeling of... warmth? Affection? Familial love, for sure. As his mother pulled back, he opened his eyes - eyes that glimmered suspiciously with what seemed to be tears. He blinked them away, giving Celyn a tremulous smile. "Thank you," he whispered. With those words, even that hint of bitterness lurking inside dissipated. He then leaned forward, pushing brown muzzle into the silver fur at Celyn's neck. He remained there for a few moments before withdrawing and murmuring, "I won't ever forget."
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Cain breathed out a sigh of relief as Sunkit acceeded to his ppoint... only for another kit to appear. He nearly groaned in frustration. "Please, no, Bitterkit. There are humans - twolegs - out there; even if they are further away, it's not safe at all. It's not even completely safe for an adult, let alone a kit!" And if they would not listen, he would go to Dovestar - he had no doubts in his mind that his leader would do the right thing and enforce a bodyguard's words. After all, what was the use of a bodyguard if even a kit could disobey?
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Cain watched silently. He didn't mind one way or another - things sometimes just didn't work out. While he disagreed with the 'dual-citizenship' thing, he wasn't going to judge just because someone was doing that. He'd never approve... but.... his attention diverted when he heard the kit, and he angled his head to stare down at the kit. He nodded to Centerfold's words. "Precisely so. They were also a part of another Clan - they simply chose to revoke their membership with this Clan, since it was secondary. It could also be because they could never hold a position of power here."
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A wry smile crossed Cain's face as he regarded the black dot. It was there only a minute, but for the minute it was there it seemed as if to be dancing - and that alone amused him. It, after all, fit Safeguard's character. A happy, prancing jokester who was more a traveler than one who would settle down. It was why he was unsurprising that Safeguard left, nevermind the fact that he had warned the group when given acceptance at the border only a month prior. Ah, well, he would be missed by young and old alike - and Cain knew that if he were to ever return, Safeguard would be welcomed back with smiles and laughs.
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Cain grinned. It was such a simple thing, yet so filled with delight as he loped towards Gingersnaps. "Greetings!" he yipped cheerfully, tail wagging. He, once again, didn't exactly approve of Ginger's actions - or the raggedy clothing (who needs clothing?) and the slang, but... well. Eh. Who cared about that either? There were things Cain couldn't do anything about, and drugs was one of them - especially since Dovestar approved. As it was, he simply plopped his golden fluffysexybutt down. Another grin flashed. "I'm Cain, bodyguard." Not that the boyguard position was ever acted upon; it was quite annoying but... Cain couldn't do a thing about it.
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Cain growled nearly inaudibly to the tone of the kit. "No, but being disrespectful is," he stated sternly. "You are a kit - and I am a bodyguard. You fall under my jurisdiction. My job is to keep you safe. And if you don't let me keep you safe, then it's your own fault if you die!" The outburst surprised even Cain; he'd been getting more and more frustrated. What was the point of a bodyguard, when even a kit could defy you and get away with it? What was the point of a bodyguard, when they weren't allowed to do their job? There wasn't one. It was definitely time for things to change."speech" thoughts #colouredclancain
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After the couple of incidents where his apparent non-existent authority as a bodyguard was revoked by a kit, Cain was sitting outside the leader's den where the red fabric flapped in the breeze. A forced neutral expression made his face seem to be grimacing; he was really too annoyed at this whole situation. What was the point of a bodyguard if he couldn't actually act on it? If he says they need to go - since it's his duty - then they need to leave the thread/ area. Immediately.
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Thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1990939.0
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"I didn't think that being stern equated to yelling," Cain said wryly, with a snort. "I also wasn't using force." It was true; the male had been trying to scoop the kit up in his jaws so he'd be more complacent - and so he could carry him back to the main camp. "As for the other kits, they shouldn't be out. I appreciate you notifying me to their delinquency." Again, the dry voice. It was unlike him, to hold such wry amusement. But there it was, in his words, in his relaxed demeanor. It was definitely unlike him to go through such a change; angry and frustrated one moment, amusement the other.
eh.
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I so want to base Cain off of Josceline Verreuil from the Phedre's Trilogy series. NOTE: if you aren't 16+ don't read these please... xD"speech" thoughts #colouredclancain
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"By making it so bodyguards actually need to be listened to or there will be consequences," the male responded promptly in an aggravated tone. "If someone of authority - particularly a bodyguard - says leave, then the person - especially if a kit - needs to leave. Not just ignore it. There's high positions, but what's the point if we have no actual authority? If we can't have respect?" Okay, maybe he was exaggerating the second-to-last sentence.... just a little bit. Not much, though. He was annoyed, fed-up and just... eugh. He certainly wasn't acting like himself, something that could be seen right away from his words right at the start.
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Eh? Cain started, shaking his head as he stuck his muzzle up. He had chosen a den close to where the overgrown part was the most thick - mostly so he could den efficiently. It was from here he looked from, brown form curled up as he narrowed his eyes. "Bitterkit? What are you doing out here?" he questioned with a slightly worried tone. "Is everything alright?" As he spoke, he stood, slipping towards the door and nudging it open so the kit could see him.
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