(Seeing that Ravensong and Vassily's post are going to be combined as they were last time- I'm going to type in white to show that the posts has both of them, so it's kind of like a book now, you know; with both in it. This is how I'm gonna do it from now on, actually.)
"Do you care telling me about the Silver Cat though, and your father?"
Once more, there was that curious air that Ravensong had right now- the one that Vassily despised so much, for it always lead to a very questionably bird that instead of sitting silently in it's cage like a good avian, would sing out and annoy him in the middle of the night- always demanding for food or water or simply attention. This peculiar subject though. . it made him want to kill his precious black raven. The subject over the Silver Cat (which could not be told without explaing his little. . 'family' issues) and his father- were, well, touchy, ridiculously triggering if anything at all actually. But who was he to keep this from him? He could simply 'exagerate' the situations, after all. Or perhaps he could even show him. .
"Do you see the place we are in now?" The dark feline nodded, bright cyan eyes flaring with a sense of interest- the raven-like cat was all ears now. "This was created by my father's mind."
Ravensong seemed to be somewhat confused by this- if anything he had suspected that it- this world of course, would of been a dream-land created by Vassily himself. His father, who had sought to be deceased had nothing to do with their relationship- none the less the place in which they visited eachother and conversated. "I thought he died,"his voice was a low grunt.
"He did, he did." Vassily shook his head as if remembering the tragic moment, trying to shake it away. But his eyes- his eyes only showed the typical emerald-green ambition rather than that remorse.
"Explain then,"
"It's a long story my bird,"
"Just explain already!"
"With that tone I barely want to," Vassily replied with a smirk- slowly clambering up onto the log he had been scratching up earlier, a smirk across his face as he settled down. Almost like an elder about to tell a couple of kits a very long, hopefully going to be interesting tale of the past- infact, that was exactly what this would be. A tale of the past, and then Ravensong would wake up after or in the midst of it- whatever he chose.
"The Silver Cat- his name was Milleniuco, if I recall correctly. Now, he is still alive- roaming this world somewhere. But well, The Silver Cat. . he's been around for over a Millenium. A million moons or whatever you call it- a bit more maybe. But, none the less- Gold had always rivaled Silver, and for once Gold rose above the dull grey. My father and those before him failed to defeat Milleniuco as their rival, so I took it upon myself to get rid of this foolish 'tradition' before my mind grew too frail to find out what to do. Milleniuco was timeless- physically and mentally. He was wise and foolish, young and old, fit and fat, forgetful and memorable, you get it. But he was always the golden cat's rival, none the less- and always had a connection with the higher family estate. . seeing that I was born into little rivalries. At the time Gold was at the bottom, Silver higher than us, and Black was. . well, as it always has been- at the top. But, of course Milleniuco had affilations with Black. Sometimes rising Silver above, sometimes brushing up against gold- living such a lowly life as a goddamned servant. But he was never defeated, up until I took advantage of my father's life- I put it on the line, I pleaded for him to not make me grow up in that atmosphere, to oppose the Silver Cat and fail as everyone else had. He oblidged, and Milleniuco took care of him- but. . he left his mind and his soul, corrupt and as mangled as it was. I choose to shelter in this fragment, and this is why you are capable of seeking me out."
At first it seemed as if Ravensong was shocked by this- such a tale it was. A young cat who did not want to spend his future battling against an enemy that could not be defeated, so he asked his father to do what would destroy him but prevent him from suffering the fate that others had. It was quite a bit to take in, actually. Especially when you knew this cat all along- but, the cat couldn't help but think that this was not the story, or at least not the right part. It was belivable, but perhaps Vassily had worded it to make him sound like a cat that merely wanted a good future, instead of one that was manipulative? It was a possibility Ravensong did not want to continue to consider.
Looking absent-mindedly up at the grey sky, cyan eyes gleaming; the feline debated on what to say next. Vassily could not be 'dangerous'- surely not. He was so young, and so noble. The grey skies and white clouds above seemed to agree with that too, actually- dropping white flakes of snow down upon them, and each and everyone seemed to sway in a manner that said 'The Golden Cat is not what you thought him to be for that moment'- and perhaps the grey was right.
"I will make my depature now then." The feline said this with a brief and rather brisk nod- his eyes glowing up like the usual warm, unquestioning fire, rather than the icey and suspicious air water they were earlier.
"Good luck in your clan, you foolish bird that keeps running into trees."
