| 3/19/12; First Encounters; Nailer, Qestrel, Callow, Crower | |
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It really hadn't been a very good idea now that he was tail-over-ears in a fucking desert, dry as bones and half as endearing as a pile of shit. His silver eyes, so reminiscent of his father's, wandered the landscape. Finally the rust-colored tom stopped. There was enough grass to shade him from the sun and clearly he needed time to think before moving on. He need to, how had Nita put it? Get his shit together before he lost a limb. Qestrel; calico-tabby she-cat ghosted over the terrain, thin fur a clusterfuck of lines and swirls and black-orange-tan-ginger marbling. Sage-ish eyes flicked over the desert terrain; whiskers twitched with an instinctive feeling of wrong. The she-cat frowned, dropping lower into a crouch and moving behind the shelter of a thick clump of grass. From there, she paused, tilting her head back into the air in an effort to discern the source of her unease. Even without a breeze, the scent of intruder was strong - how had she missed it before? Arrogant princess straightened up, chin tilting up as she headed towards the origin - at least, what she imagined to be the origin - of the scent. The lady had a certain swagger to her gait, an undeniable brattiness to the way she held herself, like she was the goddamn General of old. She considered herself nothing less than Whirling Winds aristocracy - her mother had been a Captain, after all, and even if the Tribe was no more, she'd heard enough war stories to possess the intense, wailing desperation of one hoping for what could never be. She was certain she should've been born into the Tribe while it was still active, and not just some bastard child of one of its Captains and an intruder. Snapping herself back to the present, the cat crouched down and then rocketed onto a sand-colored stone. Her eyes landed on the tom crouched in the shade of another clump grass and narrowed; tail gave a flick, and the she-cat brought herself up to height. She was hardly an impressive figure, skinny and not particularly tall, but she imagined herself to be as frightening a figure as any Captain. "Who're you?" she growled out, looking very self-important. Callow slipped through the desert scenery with very little ease - his few tentative forays to the edges of the desert had not prepared him well for this longer trek, but he'd hoped to explore further and find a nice little den or even the old Whirling Winds camp. Even set up a place of his own as a temporary hideout, he liked to think. The sand was gritty under his paws and the heat was raking against his back, but this was satisfying in that it was his first step towards freedom. He'd left while his father was away and supposed that he wouldn't look for Cal too hard; after all, he was a big boy now. The skinny cat startled at a sound nearby, sounds forming consonants and vowels which turned into words which meant - there were others nearby. His tail twitched, before he stalked closer to his (imagined) prey. Perhaps they would hold some information on his mother - with this motivator; he would bob his head up, eyes wide and all lanky limbs and big head, with a toothy grin on his lips and the chipper reply of, "Callow!" Nailer supposed he really wasn't actively hiding or anything. Still, the snappy female voice was startling. She sounded serious, but bravado was a common trait back in the city. He couldn't count how many sorry saps he'd kicked around at the bar. In fact, he couldn't count at all. Still, he assumed the lady was talking to him so at the same time that Callow chirped his name, Marshland's son found himself meowing a cautious "Nailer." Upon realizing that he'd spoken in sync with another cat, he turned to take a look at the culprit. The other tom, a silver tabby, didn't look entirely there but maybe desert cats just bred weird. Without pause, the loner turned back to face the she-cat. "And you?" She was pretty, with a complicated coat of colors and shapes. Her eyes were a gentle shade of green, though he doubted very much that she was that pleasant in reality. First impressions and all. Ordinarily, Nail would react to such a display of arrogance with his own brand of courage. He was, after all, a pretty big boy. Not as big as his father, but since he'd never known Marshland it wasn't as if he had any point of comparison. Usually his size, steel-grey eyes, and confident posture were enough to ward off any would-be assaults, but this time he forwent the displays of testosterone poisoning. There was a different quality to this she-cat that just... made things different. He found himself smiling and casting a smirk at the silver fellow for no reason at all. Qestrel's lip curled slightly at the arrival of another tom on what she'd started thinking of as her territory. If she'd been born back in the old Tribe, she'd have gotten a Wide Patrol to run them out of the desert, but those were days of another time, and there was no back-up here. Forgoing the instinctive growled "I'm asking the questions here," she settled for a snootily-tipped-back nose and a flick of her tail. "Kestrel," she replied haughtily, just as a far-off bird of some sort let out a loud shriek. The tabbico gave a little jump, then smiled smugly, pleased with her timing. She doubted it was actually one of the birds she'd been named for, but it had worked out rather nicely, and she doubted those two dolts would know the difference. "I've never seen either of you around here, and I see everyone that comes into the desert," she added, frowning again and doing her best to mimic the sternly suspicious look her mother had done so well. "Where do you come from?" Callow raised his eyebrows, entirely enthralled with the tabbico's manner of speech. "Well, now you've seen us," He'd say, still enthusiastic, before reacting to her question. "I come from - well, I wander... a bit, really, but I usually stay a fair ways away from here." He'd say, tail curling as he set his ass on the ground with very little gusto. His face would clear, briefly, the grin fading into a shadow as he tried to remember his original purpose- oh, yes. He'd look between them, exaggerated curiosity plain on his face, before plowing onwards. "So, so - you live here? Are you part of the old Tribe?" He'd aim at the tabbico, slasher smile back full-force. Nailer. Kestrel. The harsh shriek of the faraway bird only served to hold the name faster in his mind. Having never seen or heard of the bird back in his hometown, the young tomcat was quite unaware of its meaning let alone the seeming significance between the name and the birdcall. He wouldn't have noticed, anyways. He was far too intent on studying the she-cat. A quirky smile found its way to his lips at her initial reaction to the bird. It was cute. "I'm new around here," he admitted with his smile still intact. "Traveled here from..." he paused in an attempt to recall his city's name, eventually giving up.”Some city. How about you? I bet you're from around here, you've got that sort of... stuff." It was that obvious that he was trying to keep the conversation going. He couldn't say he wasn't genuinely interested, though. "Wait, what Tribe?" His interest only grew. Qestrel's eyes widened and she turned the full force of her arrogant, green-eyed gaze to the silver-gray tomcat. "You've heard of the Tribe?" she squeaked, self-importance forgotten in her hunger to swap stories. Of course, they would just be stories passed down, but she was starving for the opportunity to talk with someone else who knew of the Tribe. She'd just been wandering in the desert for the past half-month of so, too attached to the Tribe she'd never known to leave but admittedly hungry for contact. "No, I'm not," she admitted a little grudgingly, "but my mother was!" Her chest puffed out again with pride. She was a Captain's daughter. Turning back to the first tom, Nailer, she noted his smile ('What's he doing with his face?'), then bit back the instant question that sprang to her lips - 'what's a city?' She loathed looking anything less than an expert in any topic. At his question, her eyes stretched wide with shock. "You mean you've never heard of Whirling Winds?" she Qestrel. half-way gasped, shooting an incredulous glance at Callow. Callow swung his head to Nail in sync with Kesterl's shock. "You've never heard of it?" He'd drop the hereditary grin for a moment to revel in the disbelief - to have no knowledge of it at all was strange. Even his father had told him horror stories of Whirling Winds to discourage him from acting up (not that it had helped), and he knew his mother was grey and like him. Whispers tended to travel well, though, and he'd heard them well when they'd been traveling. "It's -" He'd pause, unable to put it into words. "I think it was the tribe that was here before. I'm the kid of one of them, too," He'd say, smiling once more after the exaggerated shock was overcome. "Whirling Winds?" Nailer felt a nagging uneasiness in his gut. The cats of the city didn't usually talk about anything tribal or anything. He'd heard the word a handful of times but not in this context. As if the Tribe was a real thing that you could join. Back home, the Tribe was more like an equivalent of Hell only with less fire and more blood. Whirling Winds were another semi-familiar term, though it had always been more of a descriptive motif in the stories. Needless to say, the rust-colored tom was completely out of the loop. Growing more and more uncomfortable, he decided to include himself with the only thing he could think of. "Well I've heard the term before," he said almost defensively to Kestrel. "It's sort of like a scary story to tell kids so they behave." He left out the bit where it worked on most full-grown adults, too. "That reminds me, have either of you heard of a cat who goes by 'Marshland'? It's a pretty silly moniker of course but..." He trailed off, not exactly wanting to reveal his reasons for seeking out this cat. Qestrel's mouth curled into a horrible little grin. "Oh, Whirling Winds is more than a story," she assured them, tail tip twitching with anticipation, relishing the feeling of power from knowing the most on the topic. That was hardly surprising; Kes had begged her mother for stories relentlessly, practically becoming a scholar in the ways of the Tribe. Her claws slid out of their sheaths, clicking against the soft face of the stones as she leaned forward towards Nailer. At his question, however, she nearly slipped off of her boulder; eyes going even wider than before, if that were possible. "M-Marshland?" Her voice was a reverent whisper, as though she was half afraid that speaking the name would call forth the tom. "Have I heard... Have I heard of Marshland," she huffed, mostly to herself. "Of course! He was only the bloodiest and most ruthless leader in history!" Her tail curled in appreciation, and a rusty purr grumbled in her chest. There were practically hearts dancing in her eyes. Callow raised his eyebrows in tandem with her excitement, grin curling across his face. "He was legendary!" He'd chime in - not knowing specific details, of course, but stories had told him enough. "He was destroyer of - of..." He'd trail off, at a lack of words to describe the full spectrum of things that Marshland notoriously destroyed. "A lot of things," Cal would finish with gusto, tail flicking behind him in excitement. "All of them were, but he was a big thing all on his ownnn," He'd add as an afterthought, tacking it on as a hastily made observation and glancing between them with the cheshire grin still in place. Nailer wasn't sure how he felt about this Whirling Winds business. He'd figured some of the stories had to be at least a little bit true. Some of the cats who had claimed to have witnessed the Tribe or the aftermath of the Tribe had actually shaken with fear by the mere memory. Some things just couldn't be faked, or were pointless to fake. Still, it was something else to realize how immediate such a devastating force was. Callow and Kestrel were claiming to be direct descendants of those cats. A part of Nailer's mind, way in the back, pointed out that he was basically doing the same. How they talked about Marshland was frankly terrifying and the young tom found himself wondering even more about his estranged, probably dead, father. Another cat might have thought twice about revealing his parentage at this point but backing out and choosing battles had never been Nailer's strong point. "See," he began as if nothing were amiss. “That's really kind of awkward because I'm looking for Marshland. He's my dad.” Qestrel had just recovered herself from her precarious slip-and-slide towards the edge of the boulder, but at the tom's revelation she nearly went through the same process again. "You're his son?" She squeaked, voice shooting upwards in pitch, heading dangerously towards the painful end of the spectrum. "M-Marshland's son?" The self-titled Tribe princess could only stare, heart leaping into her throat. He must have been told everything about the Tribe! Everything! His father must've told him stories to carry on his legacy of bloodshed, right? "What do you mean, you're looking for him?" she added, a little frown on her muzzle as she compared the boy in front of her and the legendary tom in her mind. Well, on closer inspection, he did have silver eyes, and Sky had made a point of mentioning them. It was definitely a possibility. "You mean... you lost him?" How could anyone want to do that!? Callow cocked his head, turning it so far that he was looking at Nail sideways. "Really?" He'd say loudly, after a few moments of stewing in this revelation. "You don't," He paused, considered, reconsidered, then said instead as a better alternative, "You don't really know him? Why wouldn't you?" He'd probe, head righting itself and peering forward at Nail like a bird - the skinny neck widening into fluffy underbelly and shoulder scruff, eyes wide and pupils fully vertical. "Losing him would be pretty bad! And it'd be hard to want to lose him in the sense that you're running away from him -" He'd say out loud, more to himself than for the benefit of the audience. Nailer. It was only after the words had come out of his mouth that Nailer realized what a grand faux pas he'd made. He suddenly realized that he was standing in a desert with two cats who grew up thinking the terrible mindless carnage of the Tribe was a good thing. He had a fair set of claws on him, but two against one? And those two were likely to have fancy Tribe training. "I didn't lose my dad," there was a note of stress in his voice, and he rolled his eyes. "I never met him. I want to meet him." Probably. "Hence the question." Maybe he could deflate this whole thing before it got even further out of paw. Qestrel frowned, brow furrowing for a moment. She knew that there were cats who never met their parents, but growing up with her mother, she'd sort of assumed that all of the other Tribe descendants would be raised similarly. "So… you've never met him," she repeated, righting herself on the boulder and regaining an imagined sense of authority by puffing out her chest. Kes never minced words, and she didn't particularly want to make a habit of it by starting today, but how else was she to tell the tom that he was too late? That any of them looking for lost parents were too late? "I hate to tell you this," she mewed carefully, the frown still there. "But... the Tribe that lived here is gone." She shuffled her forepaws, admittedly a little pleased that she was the only one with in-depth knowledge of Whirling Winds, but a feeling a little sorry for them, too. She'd sort of hated Sky, but she couldn't imagine not knowing at least one of her parents, couldn't imagine being clueless about the mighty Tribe that had once ruled these sands. Callow hummed in interest, eyes fixed intensely on Nailer. "Yeah," He'd say vaguely in relation to Kes' observations, rolling bony shoulders. "I was, um," He'd try to catch the tail end of his rapidly disappearing thought, "Looking about. Don' think that any of the Whirling Winds have been seen for, a, while?" He smiled amiably at them both, default expression disconnected from the conversation topic as usual. "So," He'd pause, then, thoughtful, "Who raised you, then?" He presumed that Marshland wouldn't have given Nailer up to some hopeful mother or the like. Crower would skirt alongside the supposedly long-abandoned camp looking for anything salvageable. He had heard of gruesome tales about this place, which fascinated him enough that he considered scouting it out. "Wait...." He muttered as he stopped and listened with concentration. "....What was that" He could have sworn that he had heard the sound of chattering felines which perplexed him beyond belief. Hmm. Surely it couldn't be those fabled ghost-cats again? No, that was just plain stupid. Illogical. He would've blamed it on the sand generating sounds in the wind, "singing" as others called it, but that was even stupider. Everyone knows that sand isn't capable of living functions, but alas today, there was no wind. His wandering thoughts lead him back to the strange voices, but alas today, there was no wind. "Ayello! ....Is anybody there?" he called out in his warmest, friendliest voice, he spiced it up by adding just a faint hint of confusion and fear too. His voice carried and echoed throughout the barren desert. Nailer frowned, considering the she-cat's comment. It was true; as much as the tried he couldn't even begin to remember what his old man had been like. The fear in his mother's normally iron-strong eyes had been quite enough. The poor boy, suddenly caught up in the glaring lack of family memories, couldn't conceal his disappointment at Kestrel's next words. The Tribe wasn't even there anymore?! He'd come out all the way to this stinking desert for nothing. Fortunately, Callow provided a distraction. "My mom raised me," of course. His reply held a certain sneering bitterness. Who else would have raised him? It wasn't as if Marshland had been his only parent. Nailer was at this point quite ready to continue brooding before he set back off for the city to return with nothing. Unfortunately for him, another cat appeared to ruin his dramatic exit. He was too curious to leave. "Over here," he called back, figuring there was no harm in giving away their position since: 1. Nailer planned to leave soon so if the newcomer proved troublesome, it wouldn't be his problem. And 2. As far as he knew, nobody here had any loyalties to anybody else so any fights that broke out would be a free-for-all with nobody outnumbering anybody else. Qestrel's head snapped around towards the sound of the voice, lip curling faintly in a sneer. Was this just "everybody intrude on Kes's self-claimed territory" day? Her tail tip switched over the rock, where she'd taken to sitting down; standing up being impressive was great but getting old. At Callow's earlier comment, she flicked a glance to him. "At least not for half a moon," she replied. "And my mother was gone before that. I've been in this desert for that long, and haven't seen anyone until today." She frowned, realizing how awkward and loser-ish that sounded but unable to take the words back. Callow blinked at her, eyes wide and pupils dilated. "I see," He'd say, considering her words. He thought that living in the desert sounded nice, as long as one could survive - dying tended to be unpleasant, he assumed. Solitude suited him well enough, anyway, due to an eternally cheerful personality and a social unpredictability that tended to drive others away in the first place. Not that he didn't like companionship - quite the opposite, in fact! "Sorry?" He'd add as an afterthought, assuming that this was to be one of those normal social things that he was to utilize, before greeting the newcomer with an upbeat, "Hello!" And a fangy grin. Crower surveyed the group, and continued his faux shy-cautious disposition. "Uhm, O-oh! I'm not I interrupting anything am I?" he said adding a nervous ha-ha as his eyes darted back and forth to appear shy. In actuality, he was keeping his eye on the group's individual reactions to him. First appearances are important, you know! He turned to the one who had said his kindest greetings to him and flashed his nervous cheek-to-cheek grin, although friendly he felt something about it had a slight malicious tinge to it. He mentally scolded himself for slipping up but he doubted anyone of the lot would pick up on that. Damn! Damn! Damn! Nailer blinked in surprise. Having come from the highly-populated city, he couldn't begin to fathom the burden of being totally and utterly alone. Apparently Kestrel could, and had. He cast an impartial gaze at Callow and the newcomer. The former was nice enough but Nailer admitted to himself that he was more interested in the she-cat. "That sounds lonely," he said to her with a small frown. "Why don't you come back to the city with me? I mean, if the Tribe isn't here anymore..." His heart beat furiously at the idea of traveling home with the company of the she-cat, but he smacked it down. The worst thing she could do was say no... The worst thing she could do... It was his mantra in the passing seconds and, before he burst, he turned to the other two. "Nothing much." Nailer was far too occupied with his own troubles to notice the dark tom's slightly off kilter smile. "I'm Nailer, by the way." He glanced back at Kestrel, really just waiting for her to speak again. Qestrel's head jerked back slightly, nose wrinkling. Besides the fact that she didn't even know what a city was, she was far too attached to the sprawling desert, with its harsh laws and harsher history, to leave it. "Or," she replied carefully, "I could stay here." Admittedly, the reply was given a little brattily, as though the tom had been dumb for suggesting the idea. "You're perfectly welcome to stay if you want," she added grudgingly, unwilling to let her company go just yet. What was the point of being a princess if there was no one to know it? "I'm Kestrel," she added to the new cat, nose tipping back slightly into the air with that snootishly aristocratic look. Callow had already planned on making a nice little nest or something of the like out here, but the little tangle in his plans that he'd thought might have been Kestrel had just resolved itself. A lovely new development, he supposed! Peering with a curious gaze at Crow, he'd offer a Cheshire grin in return to the slightly off-kilter one. He noticed the unusual quality of the other's smile, but chose not to care - it wasn't like he was perfect himself, that was. At the most, it was something to file away for later. "I'd be - ecstatic to stay!" He'd say with gusto (could have been an exaggeration), but stayed nonetheless. Crower was relieved that his smile had not alerted unwanted suspicion among the calm group, however he was legitimately shocked that the friendliest one had caught it. What the..hell? He thought. Perhaps he isn't as mind numbingly dull as he seems. Those cheerful types just bored him out of sanity. A plan began to take formation in his deep subthoughts. I think I'm going to fuck with his mind. He declared mentally and at the same moment, a genuine smile flashed upon his face. He was really looking forward to this! ...Ew, are those real feelings? Gross. "Uhm, so...w-what's your name?!" He said timidly with a hint of actual excitement. Make it stop. You need to calm the fuck down. He told himself. Just calm, down. Nailer. In hindsight, asking a cat who was practically a stranger to leave her home since birth was probably not going to get him the best results. After this thought, it never occurred to him that such was exactly what Kestrel herself proposed not a minute later. Only with a 'he' instead of a 'her'. "I'll stay," he said, smiling at the multi-colored female. His mother could get by without him. She always did. There were street gangs back home, but Nailer had never gotten deep enough into one to care about leaving it behind. "Thanks, Kestrel." His words were honest and kind and would have made Marshland retch. Satisfied with this new development, the tom turned to the other two. Honestly they both looked like nut cases, but apparently Callow was staying as well. Oh well, Nail could deal with that. Qestrel felt a shiver of anticipation when both of the toms declared that they'd stay, and she even gave a chirped "Great!" before she controlled herself. She'd been on her own less than a month and she was already gathering followers! Well, she added silently, they weren't her followers. Not yet, at least. She would deal with that later, though. For now, she was just genuinely pleased that she had someone else to share her nights with. She'd never tell them, but she'd felt the edges of her resolve begin to gray with the heat and the quiet; the only sounds were the crunch of sand under paw, the barest breath of wind over the sands, the strange singing they made in the wind. There was the occasional bird cal, but these weren't common enough to do much for her. She would have left long before now if she hadn't had a reason to stay. "What's yours?" she shot back to the dark-colored cat after his question of Cal's name. She didn't fancy introducing herself to someone she didn't know. Callow beamed, smiling toothily. They were a bit of a strange group, even for him - not that he had basis for comparison, but none was needed amongst them. This would turn out to be a favorable arrangement of sorts, all of them staying in the desert, he thought. Not that he felt that he'd hold any real kinship with Kestrel, it manifested more as respect and a sort of awe. Nailer and Crow, however, seemed promising as prospects for later dealings to strengthen bonds. However, he did promise himself to discuss the Whirling Winds stories with her later. They were quite intriguing! |
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