GhostClan(Closed)

"I'm a reaper." He said, and his voice was laced with anger. "And that means I have a job to do. I can't do my job if I'm stuck in this miserable hole of self-pity. Are understanding any of this?"

Ianuarius shut his eyes, apparently trying to stay calm. "Yes. From your perspective, I can see how you would reach that conclusion. But I am not a common monster, and I am not driven by pure instinct. We don't have time for this. What happened before they began to fall?"

"Yes, that makes sense. Brightsoul." The name rolled as easily off his tongue as Tigertail's had. "Prophets are too connected with the other worlds. "Was it bloody?" He looked calmly at the other cat, as if the question was normal.

Weaselstar held his tongue, but moved forward so he was standing beside Tigertail. Ianuarius ignored him.

Ianuarius uttered a soft growl, deep in his throat. "Listen, mouse. There's an orange tabby cat, sitting in a group of hungry cats. There's half a dead squirrel , the other half has been eaten too the bone. The starving little things know there isn't enough to keep everyone alive, so they turn on the poor gentle orange, who didn't see it coming until he was bleeding out from his neck. Sound familiar?" The reaper was describing in detail Tigertail's death.

"Of course I was there." Ianuariuas's voice was somehow both gentle and cold, and it was very quiet but easily heard. "It's my job to be there. I reaped your soul."

"Yes." Ianuarius' eyes watched Tigertail's, seeing the understanding dawn in them. He shook his head. "Listen. You normals are now at the bottom of the food chain. Nearly everything out there wants you dead. Weaselstar is not a good leader, and you are all unprepared."

The reaper seemed to decide Mistystep's question answered itself, for he ignored it. "There isn't time to satisfy your curiosity. They're here now, and this world is a war zone. If you want to live, organize yourselves. Stop living due to luck. And please abandon your ingrained sense of mercy, peace, right and wrong."

Weaselstar, however, didn't seem to see the need. The conversation was still getting done, wasn't it? He'd step up when it came time to act.

"I don't suggest anything." Ianuarius said simply. "I can't help you. Not since I became trapped in your tiny, irrelevant world. All I can do is give you advice, namely, if you see something you don't understand, fight or flee. Take me, for example. You walked up to me like a kit on their first day out of the den. I could have eaten you."

"So you won't help us?" Wrenkit challenged.

"Wow." Ianuarius narrowed his strange, white eyes and shook his head slowly, gazing incredulously at Tigertail. "Now I understand why you died."

"That's enough." Weaselstar finally stepped forward. "Are you with us or not?"

"With you?" The eyes switched to the leader's for a second, then back to the orange tom. "I don't like you, Weaselstar."

"Misty, don't do this." Weaselstar looked at her seriously, her eyes widening. "You don't know him. We're your family, you can't just abandon us. Not after Brightsoul."

Ianuarius tilted his head, clearly surprised by the request. "I'm a reaper. Why in the world would you want to come with me?"

Weaselstar blinked at the coldness of her words. "If you go with him, it's forever." He told her, sincerely.

Ianuarius gazed at her thoughtfully for about a minute, considering. "Yes." He decided, glancing at the rest of the group. "For the rest of you, next time you see a poor wounded creature, run." He advised.

Weaselstar glanced at Tigertail, eyes narrowing slightly in an unreadable frown. He didn't comment, just looked back at Mistystep.

Ianuarius's eyes slid to Tigertail for a half second, then he turned and led the way, walking in a fast pace he could keep up for a good long time.

"What was that?" Wrenkit turned to Tigertail and Weaselstar, eyes wide. "What just happened?"

"Of course." Weaselstar dipped his head to Wrenkit, and led the way to his den. Once inside, turned to face Tigertail and sat down, allowing the other to start.

"You seemed to have it covered." Weaselstar answered. "What about your comment? Are you expecting Mistystep back after that?"