Of Hope and Cynicism [open]

[Natalia]

((Since this is mostly me/Natalia rambling about Deathclan, feel free to skim to the bottom. Seriously where did these words/muse come from???))


Deathclan seemed to house many cats who weren't exactly what one might call well-adjusted. Cats who didn't recover from trauma properly or may have other issues seemed to gravitate to Deathclan. Was it always like this? Who knows.

Natalia figured that was why cats tended to be rather optimistic or rather cynical. Or both, she wasn't sure which Jude was. On one hand he seemed determined to help her gain a sense of self-worth, but on the other seemed to maybe hate Patch. At least, he harbored angry and violent thoughts geared towards her.

Pain was definitely a cynic. Patch, she was leaning towards cynic. Dove was definitely an optimist... Probably. That Sky kid, a cynic. That Serenity... Probably a cynic. 

Then again, she might be thinking that cynics are the ones that are less social. Then again, that was sort of a part of being cynical. Not trusting in the goodness of others. Natalia... Was unsure where she stood at this point. On one paw, she was trying to not be completely closed off to new relationships. On the other, she did not trust them. She was open to it, but she wasn't leaping into it. If she was more enthusiastic about friendship, she'd likely have pushed for Serenity to stay. She trusted Jude... Yeah. That was it. She was civil with Pain and she... Was alright with Patch. Dove she hadn't seen a while, heck, what was their leader doing...? Though, last she saw the silvery rogue... She seemed alright. Sky was a cat she wouldn't mind seeing again. Serenity er... It was a bit early to make a judgement.

She exhaled as she walked past a tree. And another. To be fair, she was in a forest so passing a tree wasn't a grand occurrence. She heard a branch snap and she lifted her head sharply, emerald gaze trained on the direction on the sound. She flattened her ears.

"You're pretty much the opposite of stealthy, y'know?" She called in the darkness. After all, it was sort of the middle of the night.

[Midnight]

Midnight was startled by a voice. The youngling shot up into the air and dashed behind a tree "eep!!!" She yelped.

She really didn't want to outsmart another cat today.

[Natalia]

Natalia stared in disbelief as some kid literally jumped. Then they hid behind a tree. She sighed and rolled her eyes. This kid needed to grow a backbone. "You're not going to make it far in Deathclan like that." She told the kid, exasperation clear in her voice, as she moved forward to look behind the tree so she could get a good look at the kid.

[Midnight]

"I don't need to be like that to be the most skilled cat here!" She squeaked.

[Natalia]

Natalia sighed. "Try to avoid saying things like that." She advised. "Makes you seem arrogant and pathetic all at once. You might agitate one of the more violent cats living here." Honestly, she herself was more than a bit mildly annoyed. Claiming to be the most skilled cat in Deathclan? This kid can't have been here long... Besides, there were older cats like herself and Pain.

[Midnight]

"I never said I was intelligent" she pointed out.

[Natalia]

Natalia wondered if this was how Jude felt every time she said something self-deprecating that flowed like breathing. "I'm advising you now."

[Midnight]

Advice was useful"oh okay thanks" she said calmly.

[Natalia]

Natalia sighed. "Try to pay attention to cat's facial expressions." She suggested. She gestured to her own mildly exasperated face with a forepaw. "If they're about as happy as I am, I'd advise steering away." Cats who simply had a clueless look about them like Castiel were relatively rare, so she figured her advice was sound.... Ish.

[Midnight]

Midnight knew this but getting information on this cat was important to midnight

[Natalia]

Natalia didn't like the look in the other cat's eyes. She cleared her throat. "What's your name, anyway?"