Displeasure

[Yoko]

ooc: Not actually the Loner's barn, an abandoned two-leg place beside it, because Wynter "likes her room to plot"

Warm red light poured through the cracked open doorway and fell weakly on the dusty wood floor of her hide-out. Hide-out? What's she got to hide from? No, her lair, that was a much better way to put it. Her secret place in which, should a cat dare to step paw inside, they were under her place of ruling. Subject to her whims.

There she lays, curled tightly into a ball of white fluff in the corner across from the door. The shadows fall slant on her murky green eyes and she glares at the entrance as if the sunset light had insulted her. In truth, she was waiting on Lark to return with a meal for them. She usually did not trust him with such matters, but lately she was not up to hunting. Her body felt heavier. She was more edgy and tempermental than ever.

She snorted in displeasure. He was obviously going to be late. Not expecting any other visitors, she curled up tighter and pressed her face into her side. Wynter would rest her tired genius mind. But, she heard steps approaching the door. Perhaps Lark was not so incompetent after all?

[Ki]

Not Lark. Phoenix, actually. He walked in, carrying a rabbit that had been stolen from WindClan territory. Graysong had taught him all the tricks to hunting rabbits. He felt bad stealing something that could have been used to feed his WindClan kits. But then he thought of how Graysong wouldn't get it, and that Wynter, the she-cat carrying his new litter of children, would. So that lightened his mood. It was a plump rabbit, and would suit her nicely. He carried it over to her, dropped it in front of her, and sat. You would think he would treat the future mother of his kits with more affection. But nope. He just sat and waited to see if she'd yell at him to leave (Which she was known to do) or wrap herself around him and start another mating session. You could never tell with Wynter.

And somehow, he liked that.

If all went according to plan, she'd be a perfect cat to help lead battles. You couldn't predict what she would do next. Not even if you knew her well.

[Yoko]

Wynter's ears twitched at the noise. Lark? The idiot! He would walk in just as she was drifting off into an uneasy sleep. Wynter felt a silent growl roll in her throat and die without even a whisper. She looked up sharply, green eyes slanted like claws and threatening death.

She blinked, a bit startled that it wasn't who she had expected. This rebounded into a fiercer anger. She had let herself be caught off guard by the routine of her life before Phoenix. He had a nasty way of sneaking up on her. She hissed a little before sniffing his offering. A rabbit. More decent than anything Lark could fetch her.

She was suddenly reminded of what attracted her so about him. Her cold murky eyes browsed over his body. He was far from hideous and just looking at his fur made her want to purr in memory of very warm nights.

Contented by this, she began to eat her offering. After a few bites, she deemed it time to speak. "So, you're staying around? What are your intentions now that we're....now that I'm having kits?"

[Ki]

Phoenix sat by and waited. At first she hissed, then sniffed his offering. She looked him over briefly, then began to eat. After a few bites she spoke to him. "Of course." he mewed in response. Phoenix laid down, stretching himself out as he looked at her. "My intentions are exactly what we spoke of when we started...this." Phoenix flicked his tail across the ground. "To raise these kits to benefit the both of us. And to get revenge on the Clan cats." Of course, there was more to it than that. But he'd have to be insane to admit that he adored kits. He not only wanted to teach them to kill, but to be there for them as they grew. He hadn't been given that much with his first litter.

It was amazing how he'd come to hate the Clans, even the one he'd been born and raised in. They were all the same. They preached the warrior code and yet constantly betrayed it. Even the leaders and the medicine cats. Phoenix had been raised by a group of liars; he believed that now.