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POSTED ON: Mar 9, 2022 11:17:39 GMT 12
 If you wanna play with power you're gambling with the king,
So bet on the crown,
Casino Royale
Chase your ambitions ❧ This was dangerous. Perhaps even reckless. Still, he could hardly pass up the opportunity to make contact. Bringing others with him was too risky, perhaps even to be perceived as a threat. But the power of these so-called "Feral Fangs" would be worthwhile if the rumours the rogues had told him were true. He'd heard they hated the Clans. He didn't doubt it. He hoped that his offer would be enough to justify working with a Clan cat.
He found what seemed to be their borderline, though it was weaker than he might have expected. Had Leafbare taken from them, too? He could catch a few distinct scents, but hardly the numbers he had heard. He only hoped the messenger he'd sent had been heard out and not gutted. It was so rare to find a loner that was willing to do such work so reliably.
He was tempted to cross, perhaps even seek out their camp, but he decided against it. He wanted to be seen as a respectful potential partner, not some interloper. These were cats to which he could show some of his hand without risk. Perhaps even a contingency plan should he fail.
So he would wait. He was quite good at waiting. The black and white tom sat a short distance from what he believed to be the border, waiting for any sign of activity. When the bushes finally rustled, his eyes darted to the cat that was emerging. Not the tom he was expecting, unfortunately.
"Hello," He mewed, dipping his head to her respectfully, "Would you happen to be here on behalf of King, perchance?"
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POSTED ON: Mar 18, 2022 16:35:50 GMT 12
Prim of Feral Fangs
Prim had been struggling lately. Her brother, the muscle and leader of the Feral Fangs, had gone missing. Around dawn, he told her that he was taking another recruiting trip. They exchanged a few words before she simply continued with her herb task. She didn't predict that things would turn for the worst. When she checked camp that night, he didn't come back. With a knot in her stomach, she decided to wait until dawn. No avail. It was clear that something had gone wrong. She sent a search party for him while she tried to hold the clan together while putting prey into the fresh-kill area. And also preparing herbs in case her brother was hurt. To say that she was busy was an understatement. Typically, she handled stress well. But her lost brother had been weighing heavily on her mind.
Perhaps she should have asked for help early on after her brother's disappearance. But she was too determined to not show weakness. She thought she was going to be perfectly fine. That was a stretch. So much for having a lot of confidence. The feline told a nearby guard that she was going to take a walk before leaving the camp. On her way, she realized that she forgot to ask whether a patrol already marked the borders. Stars, her mind was slipping. Now that King was gone, she had to help with sorting patrols. Generally, she'd ask another cat to do it since her paws were full. But that didn't happen.
When she got close to the border, she caught a whiff of scent. A scent that caused her hackles to rise. Was a clan planning to attack their camp? Who found out about them? I thought my demand for secrecy was clear, she thought sourly. The Feral Fangs would face dire consequences if the clans caught a whiff of what they have done. She was determined to keep everything secret until it was time to strike. Her plan depended on it. She peered into the bushes, catching sight of a lone tuxedo tom. ShadowClan, she hissed in her mind. What did he want? Slowly, she padded out of the bushes. After she did so, the tom greeted her respectfully.
If she was honest, she was surprised. Typically, the clan cats were hostile to outsiders. It was part of the reason why she wanted them to be knocked down a peg. And... how did he know of King? What on earth did my brother do? Of course, I have to deal with this mess. Tilting her head, she approached the border and stood there. She didn't feel comfortable enough to sit. "Yes, we're siblings," she simply said, deciding not to tell him that he was gone. He didn't need to know that her gang was weak at the moment. "Whatever you need to tell him, you can tell me." She hoped that implied that he could just tell her what he wanted.
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POSTED ON: Mar 20, 2022 11:08:36 GMT 12
If you wanna play with power you're gambling with the king,
So bet on the crown,
Casino Royale
Chase your ambitions ❧ The look on her face said she hadn't been expecting him. Perhaps he needed to rethink his messenger after all. The foolish tom better have died. Antlercloud did not tolerate disloyalty, lest he end up as his own leader would. For now he would consider himself fortunate that she did not immediately make an attempt on his ears or life.
"I had a proposal for him," The large tom explained, "As I understand, your group is not fond of the Clans. All too reasonable a perspective, given our historic treatment of outsiders. I thank you for hearing me out despite this."
He scanned her, looking for some sort of sign. She seemed genuine about their relationship. That was good. If he could impress upon her the value of aiding them, then perhaps her words could sway the group's leader more than some random member.
"My name is Antlercloud of ShadowClan," He introduced himself, "And I wish to eliminate the tyrannical leader and deputy of my Clan. I doubt you care for my reasons, as our lives are not your concern, so I will not waste your time with them. I would like your brother's aid in achieving this goal."
He paused, keeping his eyes on her but letting out a long breath before he continued, "I would not ask without offering in return, however. I would lead ShadowClan in his support against the other Clans when he chooses to strike. Not only that, but I know somewhere you could move your camp which is extremely defensible, has a secure territory of its own, and has access to a series of tunnels the stretch under the territories of each Clan, giving you a way of moving between all of the territories, save WindClan, in complete secrecy. Moreover, if we should fail, I would offer him my own claws, and those of my followers, if he would have them."
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POSTED ON: Mar 22, 2022 9:04:35 GMT 12
Prim of Feral Fangs
Prim slowly nodded when the tom spoke. It seemed that he had respect for the gang, which was super important to her. If he needed something from them, then why not? It's good to know that he's not a fool, she thought to herself. Perhaps she wouldn't chase him off. "You're lucky," she said. Her voice was even, showing little emotion. "King and I lead the Feral Fangs together." She gave him a nod, signaling that he should keep talking. Typically, she was patient, but she was way too intrigued for his 'proposal'. What was a clan cat like him willing to offer her and her group?
She widened her eyes a little when the tuxedo mentioned eliminating his leader and deputy. Now this was interesting. The pretty feline wanted to know his reasons, but she respected his decision. After all, clan life mattered little to her. She just wanted them all to suffer. Especially WindClan. Her nephew would have been alive if it wasn't for them. "How are we going to be involved with that?" Were they going to be fighting with them? Or picking off some of their members before the big day? Whatever it was, she hoped it wouldn't reveal the gang. She thought secrecy was the most important thing for their survival. When they strike, she would relish in the clans' surprised faces.
The molly pricked her ears, listening carefully to what he offered in return for their help. Her head titled ever so slightly, taking everything in and weighing the pros and cons. While she hated the clans, it would benefit her gang to have the numbers and security of a big clan. Plus, she could do more damage. However... she wasn't convinced that the cats within that clan would be too open to her and her fellow fang members. And the thought of having access to WindClan made her somewhat excited. "It would be nice if your medicine cat would teach me some new herbal as I also heal." She wasn't too keen about asking for help in teaching new battle moves. That would show lack of competency for sure (at first glance). And they were supposed to be known for their vicious attacks. Not many loners or rogues were expected to know herbs.
When he mentioned Feral Fangs having his and his supporters' claws, she frowned a little. There were better things she'd ask for then those bloody claws. They could keep their claws to themselves. "That won't be necessary," she said, flicking her fluffy tail. "I assume if you fail, you would get exiled. Should you fail... I think we could still work together." The she cat would expect surprise from the tom for sure. The thing was... her member count was dwindling and she needed help as well. "Don't get me wrong, we despise the clans given our history. However, I think you could help get us where we want to be, still." Prim's blue eyes turned cold as she narrowed our eyes. "We'd consider taking your claws if you betray us." She wasn't accepting the deal yet. This was purely negotiation for now. She simply needed to know more about their potential involvement with the leader and deputy's uprooting.
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POSTED ON: Mar 25, 2022 13:09:50 GMT 12
If you wanna play with power you're gambling with the king,
So bet on the crown,
Casino Royale
Chase your ambitions ❧ Not only his sister, but a co-leader besides? And one that held enough authority to confidently make offers? If she was honest, his luck was better than he'd thought. She also seemed interested in his offer, which was enough to keep him going.
"I doubt you would want to offer your own to our fight, though we would happily take them were they willing," He acknowledged, "What we want is some discord. Undermine Condorstar's leadership by pushing our borders. No need to put any real risk on yourselves, just come in, spread your scent around and leave. Perhaps leave a few warriors on border patrols a little worse for wear if it struck your fancy."
He gave his fluffy chest fur a quick lick, taking his eyes off of her for the first time. He listened to her request and nodded thoughtfully. His tail flicked. He wanted these cats to be a problem he could solve if things went sideways, but it seemed like there was little harm in teaching them how to treat greencough or to take care of rat bites.
"Skywhisper is new to ShadowClan, but he knows a great deal about such things," he acknowledged, "Seems more than a fair trade. Thankfully he's not seeming to be the type to wax poetic about StarClan constantly. He should be agreeable."
His tail lashed at the thought of the so-called starry ancestors and he rolled his eyes slightly. Still, it was best not to linger on those thoughts during these discussions. He needed to stay focused.
"Should we be exiled then I will happily aid you to the best of my ability," He replied, dipping his head in acceptance, "If I cannot achieve my goals and save ShadowClan from itself and its fool code, then it may crumble under paw. The rest mean less than nothing."
Perhaps "saving" ShadowClan was dramatic wording. His own ambition fueled more than a little of his desire to act. Still, as he'd thought on the things he would change with this power, the more he'd begun to recognize that much of his disdain for Clan life and his clanmates originated from the code. If he could do away with it, then ShadowClan could take its true place as the strongest, if not only, group in the forest.
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