Post by Ten on Jul 17, 2011 22:40:40 GMT -5
Frozenheart narrowed his eyes. That tabby was talking about light as if it were not a something, but a someone... as if it were a cat. Anyone could see that light was not a cat. He'd never heard mere things spoken about in such a manner, and he wouldn't have known what to make of it save for one thing -- the whole spiel sounded like a lead in to Clanner propaganda.
He knew how this sort of thing worked. His Clanner sister was an ardent fan of rhetoric, after all. This was just the way they did it: draw you in by leading you to believe that your life was full of problems and that they knew the way to fix it. Dusklight had not yet suggested Clanhood as an appropriate solution. However, the conversation could be headed down that path -- and speaking of which, the she-cat was about to allow preaccher to come near her kits.
The white tom flattened his pink-skinned ears against his head, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He was very suspicious that this guy might try to make the litter of kits into a fresh batch of Clanners. Unless he quickly explained what he meant, and it turned out he had no intentions of the sort, Frozenheart was prepared to obstruct any attempt to pollute the innocent minds, with force if necessary. To an observer, though, it would just seem as though he had rejected the attempt at religious conversion.
