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Cain followed as well, a gentle smile on his face as he regarded the deputy. "We thank you," he murmured gently, dipping his head to the foreign prince. After all, that was what a deputy was. He flicked his gaze around, noting he was the highest-ranking member present. "You are welcome to rest in our camp and share our food." the invitation was warm, and truly heart-felt; of course, it was rather difficult for Cain not to be genuine.
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Cain half-siblings <3 There needs to be a family gathering!
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Cain tilted his head a fraction of an inch. What on earth would she want to ask him? Hopefully, it would be something he could answer; kits seemed to make it a habit to ask questions that didn't always have an easy answer. In fact, most of them were ridiculous. No matter. Cain stepped back, allowing Bitterkit admittance to his den. "And what is your question, little one?" he questioned himself.
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"Please convey our thanks to your leader, when you go home," he added with a small smile, stepping to the side so the deputy could approach. "If you'll follow me, and the rest of the enthusiastic others," this was with a look to Bitterkit, one of amusement, "then I will lead you to camp." Then he glanced directly at Bitterkit. "You might want to wait until in camp, little one, otherwise you'll be dragging something larger than yourself everywhere and when we get to camp, it'll be nasty."
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Cain approached, a smile quirking his jaw. For once, Sunkist had a point. For once. The usual hot headed pup - er, kit - generally was more brand than brains. Neveremind the fact that Cain could knock him over in one tiny push of a paw. Hell, his paw was nearly the size of Sunkit. Regardless, though. "Sunkit has a point," he rumbled. "One cannot become wise if you do not associate with others. Besides," he added with a quick grin, "all kits are stupid."
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"Grim!" The cry came from a large figure, who skidded to a stop in the midst of the other creatures. He had seen them coalesce, as if death drew all members, so he followed them. He then smelled the scent, with that sweet scent of death... and he knew.
Cain stared down at the black form, so unlike his own. He had loved the feline, not as a lover but as a friend. And it hurt him to see her dead that friendship, awkward as it was, had come from Kestralflight... doing a blind date thing.
Oh how he would miss her. He glanced at the doctors. "I will lift her up. I will set her on your backs, and then I will lay down and you will transfer her body to my back. I will carry her." It was no request. It was a demand, a demand which was to be done. The dire wolf moved to grab the dead cat's scruff. He stood, and as he stood the feline hung from his jaws, legs and tail brushing the floor. He stood there, waiting, waiting for two of the living felines to step forward so he may drape Grim over them.
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"No, kits are stupid," he disagreed in an amiable manner. "All children are - just as the point of childhood is to become more knowledgeable and less ignorant. The only thing more idiotic is a kit who is determined to make people think they aren't a kit - and so they take stupid risks and kill themselves. All kits are ignorant and stupid, except the ones which have seen trauma. However, most of those kits will learn... and become knowledgeable and intelligent. You see?"
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Cain spun around as Tiny crumpled, and growls rebounded from him. Then he noticed the kits, and he flat out snarled at them, as his fur rose and lips peeled back. "You idiots," he snapped as he ducked low to the ground. "Stay there, and don't move!" Hopefully, they would listen.
And then he was off, ducking low behind buildings. Shots showered around him, but they all thankfully missed. As big a target as he was... well, he was fast. Likely the shot that hit Tiny was meant for him.
It was especially hard to notice him with the dappled sunlight over dried leaves. He blended in; it was a gift. It was a gift he used to secure his jaws over an unsuspecting human, aiming at the feral cats and laughing. It was a grating, braying sound... and Cain felt joy in ending it. He felt a thrill, a thrill that made his eyes gleam,a thrill that made him not focus on the blood on his claws, his mouth - but rather of the graceful movements, the gleam of black claws, and the flash of ivory fangs as he killed the humans. He felt things prick him, fiery arcs of pain... but that did nothing. It was only in the the death of the final human in the vicinity did he feel it. He glanced to the side, grimacing: a knife lay buried in his shoulder. There were dozens of other wounds. Blood courses down his face, from his ear: he knew then a bullet grazed him, but he was alive.
There was also still humans, likely. Ignoring the pain, he let the delight take over again, eyes shining as he loved back towards the group. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, he was covered in blood... and his tail was wagging. Behind him lay three ravaged corpses of humans.
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"Welcome, all!" the dire wolf greeted with a laugh, moving smoothly despite the wounds in him. His shoulder was bound - and it hurt, too. He didn't care. Dozens of other scrapes marred his skin, half-healed: but they would heal, and without scars. And despite these wounds, Cain's eyes were bright and happy as he grinned at the visitors, nodding first to each of the high rankings, and then smiling gently at the young cheetah. "I'm Cain," he returned, a smile still on his maw.
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There was an example of stupid right there. If Cain was being 'high and mighty' as this ignorant kit called it, his tail wouldn't be wagging, it would be still and held high. If he was being 'high and mighty' his voice would not be warm and friendly, it would be as cold as the midwinter night. He would not be laughing, either - laughing at the kit's words, at his expression. A genuine laugh, not one meant to mock and wound. "Of course," this time he agreed. "That is why I said most learn from their childhood. Some do not, and remain ignorant, doomed to repeat the same failings over and over again until they are either killed by someone, or they give up on life." All of this delivered in that same amiable tone. "As long as one learns from his or her mistakes, that stupidity and ignorance will fade into something else entirely - wisdom and surety."
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The body of the a dark feline rested on a carpet of moss, stark against the deep green. The body of a bright direwolf lay nearby, the brown fur stark against the concrete and the pale flecks of green. The difference? One was dead, one alive. The alive one - the wolf - was facing away from the body, yellow eyes gleaming as sunset drew to a close, the last rays of a dying sun spraying across the courtyard in the place Colouredclan called home. It, unlike other days, was not a good day. A member, valuable to ColouredClan, had died. That member had been a friend of the direwolf laying nearby - a friend that might have grown closer. Not romantically, but just a close friend. Grimdark died before that ever happened.
Cain sighed, eyes watching the sky as he kept his silent vigil, the cool body of black behind him.
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"No!" Cain whispered a bit brokenly, staring at the body held in powerful jaws of this new leader. Rage, a new emotion to the normal placid dire wolf, rose within, and he snarled low in his throat, staring at Permafrost. "I've heard of you," he spat at the 'leader'. "Why should we believe anything you say?" Cain was scared, yes, but he was determined - he, unlike the rest of ColouredClan, was simply not going to nod and welcome the bastard. He had grown up with Dovestar. Dovestar - previously Ebonstar - had been the one to raise him, when his mother had requested her son and daughter be in ColouredClan. Fell had left for Westeros, but Cain stayed at ColouredClan. His leader, the woman who raised him, was everything to him: without her, he would have died. Without her, he would have never been who he was. To think that she would ask for someone to kill her? Unbelievable.
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Blue eyes narrowed in disgust. "So in other words, you have no proof. In other words, anybody who questions you will automatically be killed in 'self-defence', nevermind the fact I didn't even approach with the intent to harm." It was true; the male was at a standstill, fur on end, but otherwise his stance was one of anger, and not of one about to attack. He was intelligent - somewhat - and he knew that he would not be able to even approach the male... the ice dagger aside, he had half a dozen lackeys.
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Cain stared at Permafrost with haunted eyes. "And yet, you still offer no proof. You come in here, parade around the body of the woman who raised me, and you expect everyone to believe everything you say and not question. Why should we believe you? Seriously? Dovestar showed no signs - nothing. Even I'm adept enough to have noticed something like that. You bring a bunch of your 'family' with you... and you assage my family by saying Dovestar will have a proper funeral. Why?" The male swept blazing sapphire eyes over his complacent clanmates. "Why do you believe him? Dovestar wasn't depressed - you all know it! How could you so easily accept that the leader who lead ColouredClan for moons just randomly asked Permafrost for death and for him to lead the Clan? It just doesn't make any sense." Anger had faded from his tone; only despair lurked within it. He completely ignored Lana - another one of those lackeys of Permafrost's - and his own opinion was that she simply wasn't worth his time.
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The breathing one didn't work, because breathing was an instinctual body function - no matter the expression, one cannot 'forget' how to breath. The walking one did, though, and Cain crashed against the side of the building. His legs braced, and while he couldn't walk, he could sort-of stand and lean, and that what he did, all the while staring at Permafrost with an open look of despise... and disgust.
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Weak? Ebonstar? Unbelievable. She had been, perhaps, one of the strongest individuals he had known. But, he knew, it was as best a response as he was going to get. The fight drained out of him, although he kept himself braced against the wall. He - with much effort - schooled his own expression to mirror Permafrost's. It was probably the most difficult task he had ever done; he was quite used to being expressful. However, if Permafrost saw what was behind that vacant, seemingly weak expression... it would not be good. "Thank you for your answer. I will accede to your authority,"he said tonelessly, voice devoid and hollow of any emotion whatsoever. For once in his life - and likely one of the only times ever - Cain completely blocked himself off.
Permafrost had no idea how much he despised uttering the words he just did.
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