(I am typing. KaiLoooktyping. I am cleaning up this rot and -Removed by Moderator-.)
Ravensong glanced over at Riverstorm- cyan eyes gleaming with a sense of confusion. He had never really bothered paying attention to Q, or any of the other prisoners- or, clan-life as it seemed. He was always much more content on sitting about in his den, being called lazy and fat and whatnot. As long as he could prance freely about in his dream-land; well, he didn't mind how badly Sin ran this place, and how she could possibly be the definition of 'Tyrant' in a dictionary. In fact, right now he intended on just ignoring reality as he knew it- dodging away from the gather crowd, the feline huffed; his gaze flattened as he slowly approached the Warriors den, tail-tip flicking from side to side as he continued to make his way over the dusty ground; claws unseathed in what seemed to be an impatient manner, but it also hinted that "If you ask me what I'm doing now, or call me lazy- you'll be feeling these slice through your flesh".
It didn't take him long to enter the den- his favourite den with the walls that kept a lot of the cold out, the roof that made it seem darker and better for sleeping, the floor covered with beds made of moss and other soft materials that would be suitable for a cat to sleep in, and of course; his little 'corner'- the one that allowed sunlight and moonlight to land on a bit, was open as it always was (He kind of thought that everyone else was a bit afraid to sit there- well, it was likely they would be awoken by odd-coloured claws).
Quickly, the cat trotted over towards his 'special spot'- paws pitter paddering against the ground almost like rain dropping calmly; soaking the vegetation that so yearned for it's life-giving water. Like always, Ravensong went through the long complicated process of figuring out what position he would sleep in (even though it was the same every time). This included lots of spinning and turning and laying down and standing up again and rolling over and what not. The cat seemed somewhat pleased to do this (Rather than aggrivated that he could not find just the right spot- like he always seemed to be,)- but, getting away from reality after realising that your leader was a tyrant was probably a good thing, especially when you were meeting the always anticipated 'Golden Cat'.
"It took you long enough,"
The familiar voice of Vassily- it had not taken him long at all to drift away to sleep.
"Did you find her out? I'd expect you to have listened to what I said about her earlier, but eh. I guess your idiotic and arrogant aswell as 'Mr. Sophisticated'." The typical taunts spilled out of the young cats mouth as he stared up at the darker felidae's face- a smirk spread across his own as his claws ran across one of the many fallen logs in this dream-land; creating strange golden marks in it's grey-scale surface.
Vassily did not allow Ravensong to object, or say something back to his words- he never did, and he never felt bad about not allowing the black cat to not reply, no matter how hurtful or teasing his words were. It was almost like a game he constantly played with this low-life soul who had nothing better to do than sit around and talk to him; barely eating or serving his little 'clan' right. It was pathetic.
"Anyway, welcome back to the golden highness's kingdom, what the hell do you want this time?" There was that typical smirk again.
"The usual, of course. Not to mention, how much do you know about Sin? Did you visit her at one point- just. . spill it all out if you please,"
The question and the casuality in which Ravensong had asked it was quite alarming in Vassily's perspective- usually the pitiful cat would barely speak unless spoken to, never asking questions and being so. . demanding like he had this time. Though, this had happened on occasion- it hinted that they would be discussing serious manners until he woke up, but usually he would never ask about 'The Golden Highness's' former visitors, or another cat for that matter.
"Heh, calm down. I don't know much about that one, you can't expect me to either. As for 'did I visit her before'? The only people I've visited were The Silver Cat, you, and my father. You don't need to know anymore anyway- and really, I cannot supply you with such information. Why don't you go figure out yourself?" There a silence in the air after these words- along with a scowl, delivered from Ravensong himself. Vassily found it reasonable that the black cat did not believe him, after all; he did know quite a bit, especially for a cat who had only spent his life painting a few things gold with his claw and teeth marks in a grey-scale dream land. (It barely qualified as a 'life' though.)
"Tell me the truth- are you lying?" There was that hostile, demanding tone again- one the loyal cat barely spoke in.
"Why would I lie to the raven I keep in his cage?" Emerald eyes flared with a sense of amusement and a grin spread across the feline's face at these words- Ravensong would not be capable of comprehending it's meaning, none the less even being hinted of it. (The word 'cage' would mess him up terribly, seeing that he barely knew what anything outside of the real world was called. He did not even understand the meaning of 'Your Golden Highness' or 'What the hell do you want this time'- though he probably had a good guess at it,). Oh, but it was so true, and in Vassily's eyes, rather amusing.
"Now, do you intend on departing early or. . ?"
"Perhaps."
