Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27226016-20160118020254

Silence stretched out between Torrance and Bumble, the only noise was the chewing of prey. Torrance hated these types of conversation, it was always so awkward.

Normally in his mind, he'd have an aim, to convince, to manipulate, to take. Now, following Pike's death he felt scattered. It unnerved him, knowing he had no one to watch his back. Pike had been easy to talk to, but maybe he was a little too obedient. Torrance realised he didn't actually know that much about Pike, the only thing was that his family was meant to serve Malo and his heirs, and Pike was the last of his family. With a sigh of regret, he realised that Pike's death had been his fault. Of course, Ambrosia had paid a part, but surely there was somehow a way to avoid it?

Finishing his prey, he thought more. Ever since he was a young kit, being the oldest heir had meant control. Torrance's position had led to selfishness to anger. Now, Malo wasn't the best of leaders, but he was feared and respected by his subjects. Torrance was a master of manipulation, but maybe it was time to be honest with himself. Did he really want to rule the Syndicate? He hadn't expected Pike's death to haunt him like it did, last night, he had a nightmare about Pike's death. Every time he shut his eyes he rewitnessed Pike choking as he died. He woke up shivering, in his den, fright swamped his pelt. For now, he was truly alone.

He was yet to form any true companionships with his littermates, but perhaps this could be the time to do so. "Would you..." Torrance felt his throat dry up. Am I really doing this? Clearing his throat, he continued, "Like to go hunting?"

Torrance knew he was a pretty poor hunter, but he was still fairly young, and he'd watch Pike hunt for him many times, surely it couldn't be that difficult? Bumble would probably refuse to go hunting with the most arrogant tom in the Clan, but Torrance felt like a companion would liven up the hunt.