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Post by ember on Jan 9, 2012 23:36:01 GMT -5
Silas was somewhat surprised. "We aren't going to murder you just because you don't join us," he meowed. At least, that's as far as I know. We aren't the most unified group, any cat can do what they want. He licked his mouth a little bit and sighed. "Who else has been coming to you to talk about the Silence?"
He was deeply curious, because he didn't seem to be the first who had gotten to this cat. Maybe if it was one of the other members he knew well enough he could defuse the tension between the two of them.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 11, 2012 19:42:14 GMT -5
Sweeney frowned when he was asked this question. Do they not even keep each other informed? he thought. He sat down at faced Silas. His eyes narrowed as he forced himself to force out that poisonous, disgusting name from the tip of his tongue. "Marquis..." He meowed. He hated himself for saying it, looking around as though the mention of his name would summon the devilish cat himself.
"I'm sure you might know him, he's in your pathetic cult," he meowed. "He's been doing nothing but harassing me, it's a terrible situation. I'm surprised your lot can put up with him." |
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Post by ember on Jan 13, 2012 21:37:46 GMT -5
The name rung familiar to Silas, but he couldn't say that he personally knew Marquis very well. He did hear lots of things about him, and none of them had ever been particularly good. He nodded. "I can understand why you're a little adverse to him," he meowed. "He's got some sort of a dark side to him, I've heard. I'm not sure if he's good for the public relations of the group." He dipped his head to Sweeney. "We're not a cult, though, I can assure you. We're more of a movement than anything. We're just looking for something bigger than ourselves."
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 14, 2012 20:39:58 GMT -5
Sweeney was surprised that Silas didn't seem to know very much of Marquis. He would have thought the group was tight knit enough for everyone to know each other well. Still, who would want to get to know Marquis? When he heard Silas' speech about the Silence not being a cult, Sweeney could only scoff. The tabby cat narrowed his eyes. "Not a cult? A movement? Looking for higher purpose?" he sneered as Silas spoke. "You're a group looking for something bigger than yourselves, sounds like a cult if I've ever heard of one. You're no better than those clans with their star cats and nonsense." |
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Post by ember on Jan 15, 2012 21:22:39 GMT -5
Silas was unwavered though Sweeney's words were harsh. "You just haven't found the right thing to put your faith in yet," he meowed. "There's something out there for everyone. We're not like the clans, some of us came from the clans, and they were looking for something better as well." He sighed. "There's more to life than just living, you know. There are things greater and beyond everyone else. There are voices in the mountains and in the wind. It's all quite incredibly, really." He tilted his head to the side and observed the cat in front of him. "I do hope you will consider our offers further."
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 16, 2012 16:25:50 GMT -5
The brown tabby could barely stand any more of the preaching that Silas was doing. Finally exhausted by the exchange, he walked away. "I'll consider... considering it..." He rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to ever think of the Silence again. He didn't care how many more cats they sent after him, next time they did he would just claw their fur off.
Bitterly he marched away from Silas, hopefully being rid of him for the finally time. "Good day," he meowed, sneering with sarcasm. He didn't ever look back, and he didn't think he was ever going to. |
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Post by ember on Jan 18, 2012 18:26:07 GMT -5
Silas shook his head and goodnaturedly rolled his eyes at Sweeney. He walked away in the other direction. He had somewhat of a feeling that what he had said at least got the tabby loner to thinking about it. The marbled tabby tom wondered if he should speak with Marquis, who seemed to have been giving a lot of trouble to Sweeney. "The last thing we need is for him to be hassling potential recruits," he said to himself. He took another look back at Sweeney, and then decided it was best to return back to the caverns where the Silence lived.
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