[☥𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒☥] ♛Warriors RP♚ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ!

[dinolover519]

Layla| female | 11 moons | courtier |Location: sunclan|Tags:Badgerpaw |mentions:


Layla’s face felt like it was on fire as the tom complimented her. Despite the masks and hidden scents, she recognized the apprentice’s gleam in his eyes. Badgerpaw Her heart pounded in her chest and she let out a silent purr, her just vibrating softly. She smiled and tried to tell him without words that she thought he looked amazing as well.

Pushing beside her fear and praying he wouldn’t reveal her identity to the other cats mingling about, the jet black fae reaches forward and touched his paw softly. The heterochromatic cat titled her head gently and looked into his eyes, her mind asking one question: Would he dance with her, even if it was just for one night?

She knew such things were unorthodox, that a simple touch could end with her death sentence, yet tonight she didn’t care. Was it the upbeat atmosphere, her growing confidence, or the way Badgerpaw’s fur shined in the light that led her to break the rules that had been ground into her skull since she was a kit.

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: slave cells|tags: Fenrys, Fallon|mentions:

The silver tom tilted his head curiously as he watched the two cats gaze into each others eyes, holding back the vile that threatened to rise. He was about to mutter another rude comment when the she cat turned to him and handed him two rodents through the bars. No highblood would dare touch such food, but it was the best thing Silver has seen in months. Eagerly, he devoured the mice quickly, used to only having a few moments to eat.

The chattel cat then focused back on the white molly, who was glancing around the room with a look of fear, anger, or perhaps both. He cleaned his face quicklyClearing his throat to gain her attention, the tom bowed his head.

“Thank you, miss. I apologize for my attitude. Your words would be sharp as claws too if you lived down here half as long as I’ve been, not that it’s much of an excuse. “ He flicked his tail awkwardly and blushed. He wouldn’t admit the real reason for his cruelty towards the slave. Of course, he barely understood the reasoning himself. The last time he has displayed affection for someone....No, he couldn’t let it happen again.


Druidia|female|18 moons|loner|location: by the clan border|tags: open|mentions: none

The Savannah reached into her den and snatched the corpse of a mouse. Laying it on a flat stone, she prepared her meal. She wasn’t a chef like the servants of the mighty Sunclan, nor was she a priestess gifted with healing knowledge, but Druidia knew what worked for her, and prepared it as such. Herbs were hard to come by in the desert, but as an excellent hunter if she did say so herself, coming by them through trade wasn’t too difficult. Hidden in a cool corner of her den, she had at least half a dozen varieties of herbs and spices. She grabbed a bowl-shaped stone and dipped it in a pot she filled with water, then added in the herbs. A bit of chamomile for strength, some rosemary for flavor, and just a small fragment of a pepper for some spice, and her sauce was complete. She dipped in the mouse and soaked it a bit.

Druidia took the damp mouse outside and chewed on it as she watched the night sky and listened to the distant sound of drums.

Scarabstone|male|24 moons|scribe|location: sunclan|tags: blossomsong |mentions:

Scrabstone was glad to know that he was to escort Blossomsong. Had his assigned escort been a high blood, the even would have been much more awkward. He glanced around for the molly, his nerves kicking in again. What if she decided that he wasn’t good enough to escort her and would rather face shame for not attending than shame for coming with him. He adjusted his mask, glad that no cat could see his anxiety and sadness. Even though he was only a commoner, he had done his best to dress up for the occasion, donning a golden ring around his tail tip in addition to his mask and scarab necklace, a family heirloom which he wore often.

Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:sunclan|tags: Darkstar, Tideleap|mentions:

Turning away from her plotting mate, Goldenwaves noticed a younger molly approaching the thrones. Curiously, she examined the masked cat, trying to place her identity. She was obviously a highblood based on the cleanness of her fur and the fineness in her apparel, but the way she held herself seemed a bit awkward, not as refined. Goldenwaves smiled, remembering her own shyness when she was younger before refocusing on the other cat.

Tideleap, perhaps? She fits the build. Oh, the masks are such a bother.... Goldenwaves grinned at the approaching molly, a welcoming signal to tell her not to be so nervous. Then, she tilted her head at her mate, questioning him if he knew why she had pulled away from the party.

Weaselheart | male |60 moons|Scout/Loner|location: sunclan|tags: none|mentions:none

Weaselheart wandered aimlessly through the party, occasionally pickpocketing a highblood with too much gold. Once or twice he even preformed a magic trick to some unsuspecting cat which ended in their most precious jewelry disappearing. Padding around, he looked for something more interesting to do. Eventually, he ended up lounging around by the buffet and snacking. In his life of constant movement, he rarely had time to simply enjoy a meal, after all.

[LucidDreary]

≋xℚ 𝕦 𝕚 𝕖 𝕥 ℝ 𝕒 𝕚 𝕟 ♫
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─ Feeling; Curious; Lively; Location; The Throne Room; Tags; Fadedlotus; ─

xxxxxThe fae hesitated visibly, yet she allowed herself to focus on the tom. She'd never truly given herself a chance to study the young cat that stood before her. He in fact had a mysterious appearance to him, aside from his own personal flare she'd unmistakably could recognise even if he hadn't been her escort for the night. It was almost comical- the way that although it was a masque, somehow each cat tonight had somehow still clung to who they are despite the anonymity.
xxxxxShe wondered what the clan would be like if she herself had let go of that silent need of self-preservation. Would she dare speak? To use that long gone voice she hadn't used since she was a kit? No. She couldn't, for that kit had died along side her brother. She would never be the same...and had made peace with that fact many moons ago. Yet she still couldn't answer that nagging question in her chest as she met Fadedlotus's jade eyes. His own question banished them like burning paper; ashes in the wind as she surprised herself by getting to her paws- a silent offering.
xxxxxAnd although the dancefloor was crowded, Quietrain felt lighter than a bird as they faced each other and began to dance. It was no specific dance, but they moved. The music was exhilarating, yet somehow the young she-cat felt it in her veins; guiding her to where Fadedlotus would step next. And together they pranced with one another and she began to no longer feel like the petty, silent priestess that often sent paws hurrying past any path she'd chosen throughout her entire life. No more terrified eyes glancing her way every so often, no whispers (dead or alive, actually.), and no one to grovel at her feet as though they were begging her to prevent the god she served willingly or not to spare their fates from coming to be anytime soon. Reassuring smiles were all too practiced that she hardly felt them anymore..but not tonight. Tonight, Quietrain felt it. A small one, but it was genuine.

xxxxxPerhaps it was the music, or the way the tom's eyes before her that glowed as bright as she felt as they moved with the cats around them- a blurred river surrounding them- yet never touching, never intruding. Like it was just the two of them alone together.

⪩x𝑭 𝒆 𝒏 𝒓 𝒚 𝒔 ♫
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─ Feeling; Surprised; Suspicious; Intrigued; Location; Chattel Cats Cell; Tags; Silver; Fallon; ─

xxxxxFenrys could literally feel the feisty sarcasm that emanated from the fae that met his gaze with such menacing steel that it was hard for him to reign himself in from his own rather...inappropriate retort as she so quite unexpectedly pushed four silvery mice through the cell bars. His eyes glinted as his rehearsed facial expressions faded from his face entirely- a rare sight. They narrowed as he got to his paws where he found his claws slightly peaking out as he strode toward the she-cat before them.
xxxxxHe didn't give the mice a second glance as he pawed them to the side- not quite out of reach, but away from the bars as he practically stood nose-to-nose with the stranger had it not been for the bars that separated them. Fenrys hardly reigned in his snort as he cut Silver off from saying anything else. Although he had actually grown secretly quite fond of his companion, his discretion could definitely use some work.

xxxxx"Why do this for us?" he said icily, motioning to the mice that Silver bit into without a second thought, "You could easily be thrown in here if you were caught...so..what game are you playing, exactly? Because even if you do look like a high blood, I think we both know how this will end if you think you're buying any trust down here."

xxxxxHe paused for a moment to allow those words to sink in, yet his eyes remained locked with her's. Blue like the sky Fenrys thought he'd perhaps never see again, hers were like the grey before the dawn after midsummer rain- the hue you'd see moments before the sun began to peak through the horizon and portray the supposed magnificence of Ra's glory. Fenrys had used to worship a few gods with his mother, yet as he had grown older, Fenrys wasn't quite so sure what he believed in. Not anymore. Yet as he stared into the she-cat's, for just a moment, the tom felt as though perhaps there would always be a godly presence involved in his life- whether he acknowledged it or not.

കx𝐒 𝐭 𝐨 𝐫 𝐦 𝐡 𝐚 𝐳 𝐞 ♫
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─ Feeling; Alluring; Haughty; Location; The Throne Room; Tags; Fallencloud; ─

xxxxxFallencloud was nothing short of a tease as much as she was an electric current pulsing him- taunting him as he wordlessly followed her onto the dance floor, her beckoning tail sent him into a provocative stance as he reached for her and promptly responded to her joke with a soft, yet alluring laugh of his own.
xxxxxStormhaze rarely smiled, let alone laughed. Yet the she-cat before him brought it out of him as though he'd done so often all his life. The tom approached her until his pelt barely brushed against hers; her scent was intoxicating; even through the perfume he could still smell the faint, sweet tang rosemary. With surprising gentleness, he began to lead her into a waltz..as the music began to pick up rhythm, Stormhaze changed it entirely. Pulling the she-cat so close that his nose brushed her ear as he whispered, "Oh...I'll show you a thing or two, alright.." his voice rumbled slightly as a haughty smirk creased his features.

xxxxxAt first, he adjusted their waltz into a tango; of which he was pleasantly graced with the she-cat's deft adjustments. She could keep up and that was a win in his book, for not only did she adjust to him gracefully, she did it with an attitude. Perhaps that was what Stormhaze couldn't get enough of. Eyes glowing, they glided throughout the dancefloor with such ease it was as though perhaps it was all a dream.
xxxxx"You know," he murmured above the music, just so that only the two of them could hear, "I would give up all the stars in the sky if it meant this night could last forever.."
xxxxxHis eyes met hers with slight uncertainty, but his voice remained firm. Stormhaze meant it with every hair on his pelt...and by the gods sake, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. The gold was nothing. Nor were the jewels that lightly adorned her. And although he knew it was a masque, something itched within him to swipe off her mask as she looked at him- eyes like candles in the night. Restlessness didn't come close to everything he'd suppressed for all these moons, yet he wouldn't allow it to take over tonight. Never on his watch would he allow it; no more than he would now. So he swallowed it deep down until it sat like a pit in his stomach, yet he ignored it as he always had. And through it, he channeled them into a sala- fierce and unforgiving. But his eyes never left hers...not once.

✶xＤａｒｋＳｔａｒ ♫
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─ Feeling; Meticulous; Amorous; Location; The Throne Room Tags; Tideleap; Goldenwaves; ─

xxxxxThe dark tom barely registered his mate's expectant gaze as he snapped from his thoughts to see the slender stranger before him. It wasn't exactly scribe-physics to register that the fae was likely Tideleap- the way she uniquely carried herself was a dead giveaway- let alone her eyes. Darkstar hardly forgot a face...especially one that his own Captain had personally requested permission to promote.
xxxxxHe attempted to keep his unimpressed composure drowned underneath his rather intense gaze, his gold-adorned paw rose slightly, as though welcoming the fae. His posture was flawless as always, yet the familiar strain of the way he carried himself was getting a bit...expensive. He silently mused this factor as he watched the young she-cat lay her offerings with the others. Dipping his head, he dismissed her with his tail without a word. He watched the she-cat closely as she in turn bowed he head before heading off back into the crowd.
xxxxxTurning to his mate, he leapt from his perch and landed with ease on the granite dias that had been so carefully decorated with candles and incense. He sketched an elegant bow as he offered his tail in a teasing beckoning manner that had always been reserved for Goldenwaves and no other, giving her a gentle gaze as he drank her in.
xxxxx"Mind honoring me with a dance, my lovely? We aren't getting any younger.." He purred deeply, taking pleasure in seeing the slight pleasant surprise in her beautiful gaze.
xxxxxThis was a celebration; his people were content; Sunclan had never seen such glory or prosperity under any Pharaoh's reign before. And Darkstar knew it...So why not enjoy it with the love of his life?

[dinolover519]

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: slave cells|tags: Fenrys, Fallon|mentions:

Silver mentally hissed at himself once more as he licked the last crumbs of mouse from his lips. Based on the other tom’s reaction, scarfing down the mice had made Silver seem more desperate than anything else, though starvation would lead any cat without a will of steel like his companion to do such a thing. The tabby hadn’t intended for his demeanor to result in that effect, but unlike Fenrys, he could care less about the molly as long as she brought food. He told himself that he didn’t care about what the two slaves thought of each other as long as he benefited with simple treats such as this until he felt the fur around his face burn with embarrassment, leading the third wheel to stare at his paws awkwardly as the other two starstruck cats gazed into each other’s eyes.

ARGH! Get a room... the silver tabby thought to himself. Eventually, he decided it was best just to turn away from the scene entirely, hoping that the bike that rose into his mouth would dissolve. His mind flashed with a million quips perfect for the occasion, but decided to withhold them in thanks for the free food. However, as the seconds ticked by, Silver found he could no longer contain all the bitterness inside him, especially as the two slaves chatted in a way Silver found much too close to flirting for his own comfort. Under his breath, the chattel cat scorned the other two, “Because she’s somehow attracted to your chiseled features, tragic backstory, and brooding personality, why else?” He caught his tongue quickly before he could mutter anything else.

Goldenwaves|female|46 moons| Priestess of Isis|location:sunclan|tags: Darkstar, Tideleap|mentions:

Goldenwaves smiled as she saw the light in her mate’s shining eyes. Whereas before they had glinted with something a dark plot, the two gems now shone with happier emotions as he invited her to dance. Rising elegantly from her throne with the grace that a cat of her position must maintain, the golden molly swept over to the Pharoh and purred softly, “I could think of no better way to spend this night than dancing with you, and I can think of no better way to spend my life than staying by your side, young or old.”

She touched her forehead to Darkstar’s playfully, her eyes glinting with an excitement that every cat should have at such a delightful gathering, yet few could obtain. The blue and gold silks that she has adorned fluttered against her pelt as the lovers began to sway the the beautiful music of the night, the troubles of the past and future fading from their minds as they spent these precious seconds together.

[~Wildfire]

M I N T L E A F
{ male - 31 moons - high priest - location: the courtyard - tags: open }

Mintleaf strode through the security check among some of the last cats to attend the gala, throwing a compassionate smile towards the two guards standing on duty. At least it wouldn't be much longer before they were free to join the celebrations. Though it might have been more appropriate for the High Priest to join the celebrations sooner, the siamese tom had encountered some unfortunate technical difficulties regarding his mask earlier and had therefor lost some time fixing it. But the effort was worth it, for now the elaborate pewter mask, embroidered with a black thread, the stark contrast highlighting his sky-blue eyes. His black front paws were encircled by simple silver gauntlets and a sapphire pendant hung from his neck, one that he wore every single day though no one knew exactly what it meant to him.
The slender male took a deep breath and picked up his offering - a detailed carving of the goddess Isis, meant to bring good luck and fortune - before diving into the mass of cats. It was his first celebration since he had recently risen to the position of High Priest and he couldn't deny the nervousness gnawing at him with every step he took. Because despite the fact that this was supposed to be an anonymous event, Mintleaf's coloring and build were a pretty obvious giveaway. Also, the way some of the clan cats hurriedly moved out of his path squashed any hope that his disguise was working.
But maybe it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He smiled to himself as he strode towards the royal seats with his offering. Maybe he could show them all that he was still one of them, despite the title. His predecessor and mentor had always tried to make him understand that as a High Priest he had to behave appropriately, keep a distance from the rest of the clan in order to retain their respect. But Mintleaf believed that respect could be earned differently as well, and he would prove it to be so.
When the young priest reached the dais where the pharaoh and his mate's thrones were, he was surprised not to find either one of them there. But looking out into the crowd, he quickly understood, seeing them dancing as if no one else existed and the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. Mintleaf smiled, setting down his offering next to the pile that had already gathered beside the dais. He was glad to see their leader happy, especially since his behavior these past few moons had sent an alarming chill through the siamese tom. But maybe he was just imagining it, because there was nothing but joy on the pharaoh's face now. Either way, it might be best to keep an eye out, he thought, before descending the steps back into the crowd.
There was also the matter of his latest vision, but Mintleaf had already decided before stepping through the gates of the gala, that he would not burden anyone with it tonight. Surely it could wait until the celebrations were over.

R O W A N F L A M E
{ male - 24 moons - scout - location: the courtyard - tags: tideleap }

Rowanflame grinned, obviously pleased when the masked molly returned his banter without missing a beat. He tilted his head slightly to the side, as if to get a better look at her. For a cat who had discipline practically written in the set of her shoulders, she also had a surprising sense of humor. "Well then let's turn you into a butterfly," he declared, giving her his most winning smile. It would seem that what had at first threatened to be a tiresome event might just turn into something quite enjoyable, if he was to spend it with this intriguing stranger.
They passed through the security check, where the guards on duty wore identical expressions of irritation and boredom, before slipping into the crowd of cats milling about inside. Rowanflame had already been to one masked gala before, but there was still something unnerving about not being able to see the faces of those around him. Especially when most of them took the time to glance up and stare as they passed through, some even shaking their heads in exasperation. Whether it was because of his choice of attire or the whole kohl situation he had going on, the flame-colored tom didn't know, but he didn't particularly care either. Moons of practice had made him practically immune to that kind of attention, and he just strode through the throng with his head held high.
But considering that the fae by his side was probably anything but - given that she had admitted herself that this was her first time running in the social circles of the clan - he knew their best bet was to get at least a little further away from the center of the ballroom.
Making sure to match his strides to hers, Rowanflame found himself really grateful that she had chosen to walk on his good side, the side he could actually see without twisting himself around. If she hadn't, he probably wouldn't have said anything for the sake of his pride, but it would have made things a little more awkward.
As they steadily got closer to the seat of the royals so that the molly could give them her offering, Rowanflame noticed her lagging behind and stopped in his tracks, turning back to see what had caught her attention. The ginger scout wasn't quite prepared for the raw wonder that filled her gaze as the fae took in all of their surroundings, and it made him stare for a moment as well. For him, this was just another in a long line of pretentious parties thrown by their esteemed leaders, and so, he had it had started to lose its appeal. But seeing that look on the molly's face reminded him a little of how amazing these gatherings actually could be.
Suddenly she seemed to snap out of her reverie and trotted over to one of the many tables overflowing with food and decorations. Rowanflame shook his head, frowning at himself. When had he become so sappy?
A prickling sensation crawled down his spine, not exactly an unpleasant feeling, but one that told him he was being watched. Lifting his amber gaze, he met the green stare of his companion, who was apparently studying him. Now the ginger tom would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying the attention, and he couldn't help the cocky, purely male smile that spread across his face. She swiftly looked away and he felt a twinge of guilt for the embarrassment that settled over her, but his good eye shone with good-natured amusement.
When she picked up her offering and excused herself, Rowanflame nodded with a smile. "I'll be here," he promised, sitting down as if to emphasize his point. The scout watched as she disappeared into the throng, the mingling cats obscuring his view of her silky grey fur. Leaning against a nearby pillar he settled in to wait, a ghost of a smile still on his lips.
It was quite funny, this was probably the first time he was waiting on someone. Any other night, he would have just grabbed a goblet of sweet-smelling wine and joined someone on the dance floor. But he was curious to find out more about this stranger, curious enough that his usual entertainment held little appeal. And so instead he just sat, swaying ever so slightly to the beat of the alluring music.

S M O K E S T E P
{ male - 49 moons - pharaoh's squire - location: courtyard - tags: gleamingheart }

Smokestep watched his mate closely as she contemplated his offer, with a soft, loving gaze. They had already passed through the gates of the gala and there were cats mingling all around them, but the tom barely registered any of them, all of his attention instead focused on the stunning molly standing in front of him.
It had definitely not been all rainbows for the two of them from the beginning. Hell, he still remembered the dread coiling in his stomach when the day came for him to be assigned a mate. Only a couple moons since his warrior ceremony, he had been invested solely in his duties as a squire, serving the pharaoh, and couldn't even begin to imagine how a mate might fit into all that. Let alone how he could ever make someone happy, what with his lack of social skills. Never had he felt as uncomfortable as when he walked into the temple that day.
But then, Gleamingheart's name had been announced along with his and he had turned to face her, an apology already on his lips - only to be met with those striking yellow eyes. He had barely noticed her before, as he had barely noticed all of his clanmates except for Darkstar up until then, and so it was like meeting a stranger. But never had a stranger made his captured his attention like she did. Because this wasn't just some bubbly, cheery she-cat that he would feel increasingly uncomfortable around. No, she had a warm smile that made him want to smile too, the way she carried herself radiated strength and there was a spark in her eyes that spoke of both intelligence and defiance. But he thought he could glimpse a terrible sadness there too, and felt the impulsive need to help wipe those sorrows away.
And now, many moons later, he was glad to see that though he knew her past still haunted Gleamingheart, it seemed to have lessened, if even by the tiniest fraction.
When she decided to stay and participate in the festivities, the silver brute lowered his head, a fond yet slightly teasing look in his green eyes. He could tell that she was being tough for his benefit. "Okay then, but if you change your mind, just say the word. I don't care where we are, so long as you're comfortable," Smokestep murmured, his voice low enough that only his mate would hear. And it was true. He didn't care much for fancy decorations or expensive wine. Seeing a real, happy smile spread over Gleamingheart's face was worth a thousand galas any day. That was all that really mattered.
However, when she suggested dancing, he couldn't deny the thrill that stroked down his spine. It had been a long time since he was allowed to just let loose and have some fun, what with his duties and all. Even if he could have done with a bit less of a crowd. "I would love to dance." Smokestep purred and nuzzled her shoulder in a gesture of comfort, taking care not to damage any of her accessories. The same could not be said about his own though - when he pulled back, his mask was knocked askew, but the spark of amusement in his eyes spoke clearly: Worth it.

F A L L O N
{ female - 22 moons - courtier - location: the mines - tags: fenrys, silver }

Fallon watched as the tom approached inside the cell, both his posture and expression communicating only one thing: threat. And though a tiny alarmed voice somewhere in the back of her head insisted that she back down, the slender fae stayed rooted to the spot, lifting her chin in a show of defiance and challenge. It would be a cold day in hell before she let someone intimidate her.
Even before coming here, she knew that the prisoners would not welcome her with open paws. And why should they? After all, technically she was still the enemy here. Besides, Fallon had not come searching for gratitude or friendliness and even the other tom's previous apology had surprised her. But for some reason the blue-eyed brute's hostility ruffled her fur the wrong way and made her want to prove that she had not come under any false pretenses.
Then suddenly he was standing right in front of her, so close they could share breath, and spoke, his words practically dripping venom and distaste. She opened her mouth, a biting retort already on the tip of her tongue, when that last sentence made her halt in her tracks. And that, that moment was all it took for the dam to break. All those memories that had been clawing at her mind ever since she stepped into the darkness of the mines came rushing forward with vengeance.
Just for a second, the eyes boring into hers from the other side of those bars were not blue, but a vivid emerald green and the fur partly hidden under all that grime had a familiar reddish tint to it. She could do nothing but stare at what her mind had conjured, her tail slowly drooping as her eyes turned dull with grief and her ears fell back against her scalp, an old pain rearing its ugly head.
After what felt like decades but in reality was only a few heartbeats, Fallon jerked back as if the bars had burned her, shaking her head until she was once more looking at a stranger and not a ghost of her past.
She fought to regain her composure, feeling rather exposed and vulnerable, which was the one thing she hated above all else and that made her want to turn around and flee. Breathe, the white courtier told herself, glad that she had the mask to obscure at least part of her face while the panic she was feeling was written all over it as plainly as possible. A few steadying breaths later, Fallon threw back her shoulders, lifted her chin and her expression once again shuttered, as if the whole thing had never even happened.
Eventually, the fae lifted her gaze back to Fenrys's, and forced herself to answer his question. "Because I will not make the same mistake twice," she meowed, her voice still hollow, betraying just how much that first mistake still haunted her.
With a final shake of her head, Fallon managed to push all the disconcerting thoughts back to that little dark corner of her mind where they belonged, and put up high walls to contain them. Feeling a little more like herself again, she strode up to the cells again, a glint of challenge in her blue gaze. "Also I know what it's like to be on the other side of the bars and you don't exactly have the luxury of picking and choosing who your allies are going to be. So you can either eat those mice, or starve yourself to death. I'm sure it will be a satisfying end. " She refused to back down, even as Silver muttered something in the next cell, quiet enough for her not to be able to hear it all. There was a fire in her eyes that warned them all not to mess with her.

B A D G E R P A W
{ male - 12 moons - guard's apprentice - location: courtyard - tags: layla }

Badgerpaw's face broke into a delighted grin, a pleasant shiver running down his spine at her ghost of a touch. It seemed almost like a dream, standing there, among all of the glamour and allure. Everyone hidden behind elaborate masks, jewelry quietly tinkling as cats swayed to the beat of the music. But the most enchanting of it all was the she-cat standing in front of him and the fact that at least for a little while, they could pretend that there were no ranks, no rules separating them.
He could think of no better was to spend the night, than dancing with her, the one cat who made his heart race. There was no need for words to be exchanged, when Layla looked up at him with those stunning eyes, it was as if the question was written plainly on her face.
Badgerpaw lowered his head in a courteous bow, a giddy smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Turning towards the wide dance floor, he beckoned with his tail, waiting patiently for her to join him. The last notes of the current song drifted on the crisp night air, carrying a promise to all that had gathered for this celebration. As smoothly as the last one ended, a new song began, this one much slower and softer, the music courtiers showing off their skills as the melody beckoned.
The black-and-white apprentice guided his companion to a less crowded part of the dance floor for at least the illusion of privacy. But when he turned to face her, everything but the music fell away anyway. For those few perfect heartbeats it was just the two of them and the thrumming beat. A purr rumbled deep in his chest, louder than he had anticipated, and Badgerpaw dipped his head slightly, his skin flushed beneath his mask.

[moondust405]

Reeddapple

Molly~29 moons~Priestess of Anubis~Tags; Mintleaf

Reeddapple grimaced as she rushed out of the temple, nearly forgetting her offering in her hurry. A delicately crafted metal lotus, perfect for perhaps a necklace or some other decoration. She knew it was odd that she didn't have an escort, but they couldn't exactly stop her- could they? She could just sneak in if she wasn't allowed through, anyways. The silver she-cat would find a way. The one day no one knew she was a priestess, and she could be herself again? It was too good of a chance to pass up. Reeddapple grimaced slightly as she saw the guards, knowing her chances of getting in without an escort could be slim.
"Hello darlings, it seems my escort has abandoned me," she purred, letting her tail brush the nearest guard. "I'd hate to be unable to not give my offering, especially with all the tragedy that has struck the clan lately. I think the gods would forgive not having an escort, wouldn't you?" Tragedy that could've been avoided, a thought flitting across the she-cat's mind.
Reeddapple could see the guards wavering, and grinned as they waved her in. "I'll be sure to pray to Anubis for you!" She called over her shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief as she made it through the entrance. Maybe the last comment would give her away, but it wasn't incredibly likely.
The priestess let out a surprised gasp, looking upon the Gala. Every time, it never failed to amaze her. She plunged into the crowd, being sure to keep the lotus sculpture close to her. Her mind drifted off, only suddenly returning as she nearly tripped over another cat, in a silvery-gray- maybe some kind of metal?- mask. "Ack- sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, obviously," she chuckled, mainly at herself for being so idle-minded in such a busy space.

Beefang

Tom~23 moons~Fighter~Tags; Rosewater

Beefang struggled to press down a large grin as Rosewater brightened, tail betraying him as it flicked in the air. Maybe it was his age, but he never really understood why other cats were so hesitant to speak to her- the rules never said you couldn't speak to the priestesses, you just couldn't touch them.
Or maybe his memory was failing him.

Beefang was about to make a comment about the Gala thing- a bit of a sarcastic one, to be honest, maybe his sister had rubbed off on him after all- but felt his ears warm at Rosewater's ramblings. "It's... really nice of you to say that, uh," he ducked his head slightly. "Most cats just think I'm an immature fighter who doesn't know how to handle myself." The tom glanced at the crowd, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Mess is one way to put it, I can't even see to the other side," he attempted to joke. That one fell a little bit flat. He'd have to put his offering up eventually- one of the last things from his father before his mind ailed, a thin necklace with a jade alligator tooth that he'd never been brave enough to wear- but talking to Rosewater nice, and he didn't want to leave so soon.
"Back there sounds nice," Beefang chuckled, stepping to the side a bit as more cats passed. They were a little in the way, huh? "I, uh, like talking to you." He added with a small smile directed at the priestess.

[silverlock]

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𝒯 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓅
female | 19 | captain of the guard's squire
location: the gala
tags: Rowanflame
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xxxxxxxxAfter taking a front paw out elegantly and bowing low, Tideleap gently settled the delicate box of incense on the ever-growing pile of gifts and offerings that were left in the paws of the royalty. With just the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of what could be a heartwarming smile emanating from the ginger face of the Pharaoh's mate, Goldenwaves, as her partner kept the deal short and professional.
xxxxxxxxThe ashen molly felt gratitude for the royal couple as she bowed again out of respect - though disconnected and perhaps a little idolised, her association of the Priestess's caring, considerate demeanor with that of unadulterated motherly nature had never faltered. That trait of hers balanced out the stern paternal-like habits of the Pharaoh seamlessly, interlocking their personalities in an enticing dance of balance and reliability - just the kind of leadership a clan needs.
xxxxxxxxThe tip of the green-eyed fae's bushy tail twitched for a split second. Leadership... just like with every other topic of discussion, there were as many opinions as there were participants. But still, she was sure her clanmates would share her views if she ever revealed the truth about her parents' former community. Back to those cold nights in the lifeless desert, under the sparkling stars of the endlessly vast expanse of sky, Sunray and Musk would tell her all kinds of concerning, though heavily sugar-coated tales of the clan they chose to leave - for her and her late siblings' sake. It took her moons of growing and maturing in Sunclan's stable environment before she could associate the shadowy and violent stormborn beasts with the image of a subtle, but ruthless tyrant surrounded by his entourage of power-hungry subordinates who drove him to madness. The destructive thunder and lightning that rampaged through the clan's territories was in fact the downfall of the insane brute who went on a maniacal rampage, killing kits and elderly alike all the while his treacherous deputy and guards were running away with his riches after having manipulated his common sense for many moons.
xxxxxxxxTideleap's whiskers twitched. She would never be able to imagine the real extent of the slaughter masterfully governed by political games and hypocritical words. But she had no such thing to worry about under the protective wing of Sunclan - Darkstar, for all his strictness and sometimes questionable morale, had Goldenwaves by his side who seemed to possess the ability to melt his tough exterior and bring out all good that's hidden within the depths of his mind. And that was the one thing the birthclan of Tideleap's parents was missing all along - the one thing that beastial brute never had.
xxxxxxxxA cold shiver left a tingling sensation down her spine. All the vivid images conceived through the imagination of an impressionable kit and turned into a much darker epiphany lasted for a fraction of a second but that was enough to distract the ashen molly from her surroundings before the bright lights overwhelmed her once again. Her brows furrowed - she'd better stop wasting her escort's time and go back to him. Without further ado the masked fae left Darkstar and Goldenwaves to share their own moment of privacy and started making her way back through the crowd. She let the crowd's unpredictable mobility become the center of her attention as the only thing that was left on her mind was to go back to the kohl-painted pelt of flames.

xxxxxxxxIt didn't take the young fae a long time at all to locate the table she took a detour to a few minutes ago. It wasn't a difficult task even one bit - there's no way to miss the thing with such an eye-catching tom hanging around it. A grin spread across Tidepaw's muzzle effortlessly at the sight of him, her blood pumping in her veins in tact with the beats of the energetic music that filled up the entire throne room's grand atmosphere.
xxxxxxxxThe ashen molly slid through the numerous tables, twisting her body ever so slightly in order to keep from hitting any of them. She even snatched a bite of oyster rolled in tigerfish fillet along the way. That ought to keep some of her anxious thoughts at bay, she hoped. Just one more table... And there was her escort standing right in front of her, an aura of serene content surrounding his body as it was swaying ever so slightly to the rhythmical drumbeat. "With the offering out of the way," she started, mischievousness and excitement oozing out of her tone of voice, "I suggest we get to the fun part already."
xxxxxxxxNot even registering the fact that her grin didn't fall flat for even a bit, Tideleap aligned herself on the right side of his lean body, mindful of his condition. His scar wasn't a source of bother for her at all - she found it mysterious and alluring, in fact. It meant that the Tom standing tall beside her had a story of his own. Whether he was willing to share that story or not was another matter but that didn't stop her from wondering. Just a tiny bit.
xxxxxxxxThe gray she-cat took a final glance at the dancing mass of cats that swayed to the music almost naturally as her nervousness seeped back into her consciousness. How she'd become one with that ocean, she hadn't the faintest idea. But she wasn't alone in it. Tideleap looked fully into both of her flame-red escort's eyes not to observe but to find a drop of reassurance, a partner in crime in her internal efforts to let go of the social constructs that built up their clan. "In all honesty, I'm genuinely nervous right now." she said in a bashful voice, almost stammering thanks to her heartbeat that kept increasing as the very near future loomed upon her. "But I suppose you wouldn't mind a few clumsy missteps on my side?"

[.kingdom.]

Dapplepaw♀ ~ 12moons ~ Scout Apprentice ~ Location: gala ~ Tags: open ~

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...

Nothing else ran through the pale torti's mind as she sat just beyond the gates to the gala. Dapplepaw touched her feminine silver mask, adjusting it slightly. Along with a shimmering veil that sported hints of pink and cream, she felt like royalty in her finery. Never before had there been a reason for her to wear anything nice like this, but tonight changed it all. Hopeful and nervous, the young cat sat, watching as others went in with escorts already to enjoy their night. She feared that she wouldn't be able to join as she wasn't the only one waiting and watching, hoping for someone to come by. Mere minutes seemed to stretch on for moons, but she kept her composure, and stayed positive that she would catch the eye of one of the toms. "Even if I get stuck with someone boring for the entire night, at least I would be inside..." her mew was quiet under her breath, barely heard through the drumming, laughter, and voices.
[...]
Having followed in a partnerless tom, Dapplepaw moved fluidly through the cats. Being small and light allowed her to pass through openings and interact with others who might have been out of the way for larger cats to get to. The young apprentice scout had never before seen so many in one place before and it was quite exhilarating to say the least. Something in her peripheral vision caught her eye and she turned, drawn in by the elegant mask and jewels. Seeing the Pharaoh and his mate, regal and elegant above the crowd, she knew that she could only dream of being in a position of such divine power to hold a cat's attention the way the pair did. Dapplepaw watched them move towards the rest of the crowd. As they began to dance, she turned away, almost getting a sensation that told her that she was interrupting them- even though they couldn't have any idea that she was observing. Using her turn to propel her forward, she softly padded towards one of the tables and sat. She didn't recognize the others sitting at the other side, but the unknown didn't bother her very much. It was interesting to imagine who they could be, along with anyone else at the party.

Spiritfall♂ ~ 23moons ~ Royal Advisor's Squire ~ Location: gala ~ Tags: open/Swansoul ~

The long black tom slipped through the crowd, enjoying every bit of the noise and the heat and the unknown. Although he was one of the few black cats in the clan, he did a fine job hiding his identity. His mask hid a good portion of his face, while the overlapping silver scales of his neckpiece took care of the rest of the front of him. The only thing that could possibly distinguish him would be the silver and gold rings on his ears that he always wore, and the silver gauntlets on his forelegs. Spiritfall had barely gotten the opportunity to dance with a single cat yet and he felt the time practically slipping through his paws. Although he knew that he had plenty of time left in the night, he didn't want to be the only one without someone to be with. This lead him to wander aimlessly through the crowd flashing smiles at masked faes who shone bright in ornate jewels and shimmering fabrics, and respectfully moving out of the way to those who he could tell was above him. It was nice to mostly have the ability to tell who everyone was stripped away. He was only recently moved to be the Squire for the Royal Advisor and it took a little bit of getting used to. Although he wasn't too far off in age from Sandwhisper, he still respected her and made sure he did everything that was expected. Speaking of, he had no idea where she was or what mask she was wearing if she did need something. Oh well, its not like I can do anything about it now... His thought was passive and he moved on to enjoy the night, keeping an eye out for anyone who was partnerless. Seeing another tom alone, he slipped over to him and sat down.
"Out of luck as well? You would think that it would be easier to find someone who is looking for a dance..." Spiritfall watched the crowd as he spoke, not fully caring enough to figure out who was behind the rose-gold mask. Seeing cats move into pairs and begin dancing weighed on his heart slightly, although he would never admit it. He was 23 moons, and he would soon be assigned a mate. He knew that there was nothing that he could do about any of it, but he did wish that he had some way of knowing what to expect. The most interaction with any of the faes around his age was when he was with the guard and as an apprentice. Now he mostly stuck with Sandwhisper, but he was her squire, and hopefully a friend.

[dinolover519]

Layla| female | 11 moons | courtier |Location: sunclan|Tags:Badgerpaw |mentions:


Being caught would mean death, but was her life worth living without the feeling that flooded through veins as she gazed into her companion’s eyes, glittering behind the mask? Would it be worth it to live on without the rhythm of the night pulsing through her veins as she flowed across the floor with her partner? To have a high blood gaze at her with a look beyond disgust, to relish in what should have been her birth right, to indulge in temptations forbidden to those of her status? For when given these choices of life and death, Layla could see no other option. If these were her last moments, she would spend them with him, dancing across the floor.

The small black she cat may have been nothing more than a courtier,but behind the mask and perfume, she looked just as regal as any high blood. Only her eyes, which she would not dare gaze upon any highblood with, could reveal her true identity. As they waltzed side by side, she couldn’t help but hear a deep pure rumbling up from Badgerpaw’s throat. Her heart in her chest, she thanked the gods that her fur was such a dark shade, for otherwise he would plainly see the red blush covering her skin. Ignoring the heat flushing her with such enjoyment and embarrassment, she smiled at him. Perhaps If she could speak, she would have purred back.

As the two young cats glided across the ballroom floor, Layla, caught in the moment, leaned her head forward and rubbed her forehead on his, a slight gesture barely lasting for more than a moment, but her intentions were clear. She cared about him, even if the rules of their society would never let such a thing flourish, she would not so easily let it perish.

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: slave cells|tags: Fenrys, Fallon|mentions:

Awkward couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions racing through the sturdy silver tom as he watched the staring contest between the two cats.[color=#BFBFBF]Geez, when will they stop gazing and start planning. We could probably escape tonight if it wasn’t for their stupid lover’s quarrel... For some reason, he flinched at the thought of the word “lovers”, but swallowed his emotions and hissed silently to himself. He needed to get over it. Emotions like this weren’t useful to him, they’d only cause more pain and suffering. Let him have the pristine little cat who dawned over him, Silver didn’t need anyone...or at least that’s what he repeated to himself until he thought it could be true.

[BugInTheWater]

Firewing
Tom | 22 moons | Scribe | Tags: Open

Firewing thumped his short tail on the ground. He had contemplated if even going to this Gala was even a good idea. After all, this gala was about anonymity, and with his pelt, that would be impossible. But in the end, he finally gave in after seeing someone foreign selling an painted iron mask that was rather cheap for its artistry. He was told by the foreigner that the firey bird portrayed on the mask was from a different culture, and despite this, Firewing bought it for the gala. That caused him to have his offering be simply a poem. He had hoped that the gods and the pharaoh wouldn't mind.
He wore nothing but that mask and the perfume needed that night. He didn't see a reason to. But he was slightly disgruntled now since his escort had never arrived, as far as he knew. He really wanted to go now, seeing that he had put in all this effort. He softly sighed, and stared down at his paws.

[LucidDreary]

[Phew, okay. If you're looking to get inside the writer's head... listen to these songs cuz these are literally the only songs I listened to while writing this... on repeat.. Song1 x Song 2]
If you want a lyric-less mood though... try this little devil

⪩x𝑭 𝒆 𝒏 𝒓 𝒚 𝒔
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─ Feeling; Haughty; Impatient; Curious; Location; Chattel Cats Cell Tags; Silver; Fallon; ─

xxxxxThe moment Fenrys saw the spark in her eyes fade, he knew he’d struck a nerve- perhaps deeper than he had originally intended. And within that moment, time didn’t seem to exist as he watched her eyes travel away from his own to another place, then flinch as though he’d struck her.
xxxxxAnd for a moment, the hurt eyes of his own mother mirrored hers; the last expression he’d ever seen before she was slaughtered by those foxhearts that had the nerve to call themselves righteous in The Old Ways. And that’s where they were dead wrong; for even though Sunclan may have been a blessed organization in the past, the truth was that hardly any aside from their elders, and of course, their “holy ones”, knew an inkling of those ancient whispers.
xxxxxPerhaps that was where they differed- because although Fenrys was what they would call a vagabond, he was not uneducated. His mother in particular was a strict mentor with little patience for the dawdling of three foolish kits who tended to get into more trouble than a pack of wild geese. Her past name was in fact, something she refused to share with anyone- although she disregarded it entirely and preferably went by the name she’d undertaken when she was just a loner and had met Fenrys’s father while traveling down the river bed of the Nile during a rather rough season.
xxxxxShe had passed out in the middle of her trek- dehydrated and utterly starved throughout the barren desert, and awoke in an abandoned two-leg shack next to an ancient well. A rather large band of rogues awaited her- along with their leader, Fenrys’s father.
xxxxxThe tattoo on his left paw itched.
xxxxxShe had actually been considered a bit old for having bore three kits, nonetheless, the trio were quite renowned in their group. However... although one might think the mischief of what a 4 moon-old kit was up to could be concerning... just imagine it with their father in the picture instead. He himself had gained power through a simple advantage: he was cunning, brutish, ambitious doesn't even cover it... but most of all, bigger.
xxxxxThe thought of his father sent his fur into a slimy retreat up his spine slightly. Yet he allowed his eyes to meet the she-cat before him once more; this time perhaps gently. Patience had never been Fenrys' strong suit, but he would pull himself together this time. Poised, yet relaxed. Expectant, but not demanding.
xxxxxHis ears flicked at Silver's gratitude. The tom did in fact have a point... The she-cat was definitely putting her neck on the line just speaking to them and didn't have to go through the trouble to offer them food as an incentive at all. She -just as anyone else- knew that anyone in their right mind would do just about anything in their position to either harm Sunclan, or escape. And aside from the fact that Fenrys; or rather the pompous side of him; had toed the line quite enough.
xxxxxSo the tom sat on his haunches and pawed over one of the mice absently as he spoke- as if to break the ice that he knew he'd inflicted between the two of them. "A satisfying end?" he said rather dryly, "Are you quite sure of that, dear?"
xxxxxHe allowed himself a soft grin as he took a savoring bite of the megar meal she had offered him. Even though the mouse was pitifully stringy, it was still the best he'd had in the past moon he'd been trapped down in these suffocating depths. Fenrys hadn't seen the sky in many, many weeks. A Moon, perhaps? He'd honestly given up on counting.
xxxxx"..You must have at least something on your mind to have risked coming down here. Have you simply lost your mind or did you come to help us... escape? Disrupt Sunclan's little tea par-" The tom would've elaborated more, yet his senses interrupted him as he felt his whiskers quiver slightly in vibration. What could possibly be large enough to have created such a boom that echoed through the tunnels half a moment later and stirred the quakey dust that stained the tom's paws?
xxxxxAn utterly lovely smile spontaneously breached his features;
xxxxx"Oh dear...It seems perhaps someone beat us to it?"

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─ Feeling; -- Location; The Throne Room Tags; Goldenwaves; Sol; His Kits; ─

xxxxxFrom the moment he'd quite literally swept his mate off her feet, a soft purr (hardly audible for anyone but his mate to hear, might be noted) Darkstar felt the world melt away. It was just him, the laughter and joy of his people, and his beyond stunning mate. And perhaps for those moments, he could've sworn he felt the weight in his chest fall away into the sweet, coy sway of the dance from which he lead his love. Elegant, yet completely at ease- it was the most beautiful sight to see his mate glow as she did tonight. He wouldn't give this up for even the gods themselves- no matter the wrath he'd inflict.
xxxxxPerhaps he'd roar right back?
xxxxxDeath wasn't a new concept to Darkstar...he'd been it's mercenary plenty of times to know how it worked- yet it didn't hit him until the abhorrent scent of blood thrusted up his nose that he nearly choked.

xxxxxIt was the worn, gold-gilded doors that towered over them that shook first.
xxxxxIn the beginning, there was a thud. It was a distant one, which gradually became more defined each straining heartbeat- and then came the bang- stirring the dust that had gathered along the rim of the doorway- startling all that lingered. Horrible creaks sounded in response to the disturbance; all began to murmur nervously and freeze in their tracks.

xxxxxThe rap came quietly first, and then there was silence.
xxxxxHis people were huddled at the wall furthest from the door, the youngest began to whimper quietly. Then it was louder and faster this time, stirring the sudden who stared at the door, unmoving. A voice came from the other side- then a scream that sent Darkstar's pelt prickle tensely, but he didn't so much as flinch at the furious screeches of the unfortunate cats that had been posted on duty that night. The all too familiar scent of iron was followed as the icy chill of silence suffocated the dome-like room.

xxxxxClank......bang.... THU'UM.

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xxxxxNot a heartbeat could've stuttered before the very doors of the throne room burst into splinters as the statue of Ra crashed through the mahogany; it's rubied eyes glittered darkly- leaving a cloud that suffocated and muffled the startled screams of his people. Darkstar didn't even think as he immediately threw his body over his mate; his ears ringing. Dust stung the air; clouds of it masking any senses of smell as he leaned over her; silently throwing prayers to any gods that favored him to shelter his people from harm. Although half of those thoughts died as broken wails pierced the air. A malicious laugh that matched his own followed.
xxxxx"My, my.." A deep voice drawled above all. "What a lovely sight. When you said that we'd simply knock on Sunclan's door, Abraxos, I didn't realize it'd make such a pleasant boom."
As the dust clouds began to falter, silhouettes began to betray the two figures that stood upon the rubble- and the cats that stood behind them.
xxxxxDarkstar carefully aided his mate to her feet- staring into her eyes as he gathered his composure. She was shaking and her ears were still curled back in fear; yet he knew it was not for herself. Anger coaxed his thick pelt to stand as he refused to wait another moment- he whipped around and called out in rage; silencing even the cries of his own cats who had begun to resurface from the depths of the room.

xxxxx"Who dares soil the grand dias of Sunclan with this vile ignominy..?" Darkstar's lip curled on the last word, drawing out a hiss deep within his throat as he gathered his composure; scanning the ranks of cats that poised above him. The drawling voice stepped from the wake of the settled dust, stirring it with scar-ridden paws and a smile that could make a snake in it's right mind slither away; or perhaps, smile back as if to a brother.
xxxxx"Ah," The tom exhaled, "You've certainly been busy all these years, Darkfang. It's quite lovely what you've done with the place.." A set of glowing feather green-amber eyes ambiguously became more apparent as he came closer from the partial shadows; a wild scent eminated from him. The closer he came, the larger he appeared.

xxxxxDarkstar's pelt crawled. It couldn't be.
xxxxxAs he appeared before the dark tom, the silhouette embodied Darkstar's dread; his own lip curled back to reveal too-sharp canines. And as he stared into those eyes- the amber and the green seemed to only leave black. Predatory. Unforgiving. It was this moment that Darkstar knew he was going to die.
xxxxxThe grey-tan of the brute's pelt rippled in the firelight that remained in the hall as he laughed gruffly, slightly with age. "But you, Darkstar, haven't changed one bit." The cats behind him exchanged dark chuckles at their leader's remark- already fanning out behind two other distinct silhouettes that flanked the mogul. A flick of his ear and they ceased; the others behind him freezing in their steps as though they had been held back by invisible strings as he strode not a fox-length away from the Pharaoh that stood before him.
xxxxx"Although now that you're no doubt a papa, you have gained a little in the belly. But who am I to point tails? I never exactly had one in the first place." They all cackled like hyenas; echoing through his skull as he focused all feeling into his claws that scarcely scratched the smooth as ice floor beneath him. The lynx smiled coyly, yet with an unsettling familiarity. It took a moment for Darkstar to find his voice as he realized he was making an attempt to not only intimidate his people, but toy with him.
xxxxxThe darkness within him snarled inwardly, yet Darkstar gave no sign of his revelation. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the tom before him as though he were sand between his pads. "You're one to talk, old friend.." the tom crooned as if to a young kit, "After you fled from our little game, I half expected you to build up and come face me. But when you never returned, I only assumed you found another source of entertainment.. And my, what have you been up to, Sol?" He trailed off, wearily regarding the cats that stood behind him like statues. Watching- smirking, yet unmoving like stuffed dolls. "Amusing that you poke at my appearance, when it can only assumed that you yourself have changed as well.."
xxxxxA different kind of glow seemed to protrude from the mogul-- only a fool could confuse the clamour of his amused mask he allowed himself to poise; relaxed as if he knew that even not in his own territory, none would dare cleave a hair from his pelt. Sol picked at his claws, "It seems time changes even the best of us.." he said dully, but did not break eye contact as he continued with his claws. Darkstar could see the imagination washing off of him like waves; the sight of his own corpse on a platter was a fair guess... Although Darkstar would never allow himself to be taken that easily. And Sol knew it.
xxxxx"Things have been awfully boring since my Swan decided to die on me.. Killing you outright, Darkstar, would be dull.." he flicked his gaze around, dragging it along the Sunclan cats that began to flank Darkstar; his eyes stared at the Captain for a long moment before returning his attention to the Pharaoh- as though his people were irritating flies. "but Fate stirs the heavens in strange ways. Perhaps my daring Swan had to die in order for me to for me to have some true amusement with you."
xxxxxThe pit in his stomach deepened.
xxxxx"You see, my old friend.. The first time my Swan thought that she could run from me-- Take my own kits and flee from my care to return to Sunclan and beg for mercy, I must admit I was very distraught. She was caught, of course. I wasted no time eliminating that from happening ever again... you know, the effects of fire on the lungs is really quite wonderous when done in meditated amounts.." He flexed his muscles menacingly, a faintly amused smile perching his maw as he drawled on, "It sure kept her from running anywhere... or so I thought. I certainly have the bad habit of falling for the clever ones. In short, she fled with two of my kits; except for our youngest son. She abandoned him and myself to live with a band of disloyal vagabond-traitors.." He pursed his lip, "How fitting that you took care of her for me.. we were on her trail after a scout of mine reported her to be in the area. You saved me the trouble of executing her in front of my fortunate sons.. Although they remain to be found."

xxxxxDarkstar coyly paced to the side slightly, "What a lovely bedtime story," he cooed darkly, "But what does this have to do with barging into the Temple of Sunclan and wrecking our home? Surely you must have other intentions, Sol. You forget I know you all too well in comparison to your new...companions I have yet to meet for myself."
xxxxx"Ah yes," he tutted, his head shaking slightly, "You were never one for bedtime stories, were you? Always a straight-to-the-point and as sharp as ever... That's why despite everything that's happened in the past between us, you never obtained what I have. You see, there's a difference between superstition and ambition, as you know well.." he glanced once more behind him, slightly motioning once. Only a select few cats began to gather behind him, forming a neat line a breathlength from his shadow- their faces just far back enough to remain somewhat obscure to Darkstar.
xxxxx"Enthir."
xxxxxA mottled young tom stepped forth without question, yet his eyes betrayed him as he nervously studied the brute who'd summoned him. "You reported that she was sighted near the border of Sunclan- specifically heading toward the east of the Nile, correct?" The tom bowed lowly in confirmation before straightening to attention-- he no longer appeared nervous. "It's always nice to have such observant scouts...always aware of every detail around them... Always the worst of liars."
xxxxxIt was as though the entire room had stopped breathing.
xxxxx"You see, Enthir. My swan's body was found on the western border.. and she was nowhere near the Nile.. Care to explain this horrible mixup, hm?" The brown tom didn't even have the chance to reply as the cats who had lined behind him began to screech in pure agony; his eyes widened in terror- "Please! It was my fault, forgive me!" he yowled, Please, master! Spare them! SPARE THEM!"
xxxxxThe cats collapsed, gasping- coughing; some sputtering a dark substance that seamlessly dripped from their eyes and noses in usion to the invisible force that had suddenly gripped them; they struggled like prey underneath a huntress' paws and it was as if a wildfire had overtaken their bodies from the inside out- disintegrated. Disregarded piles of ashes remained. "Forgive all of you? How can I do that," He finally got to his paws as if acknowledging they were relevant to him, "when I know for a fact that you and your group I entrusted to you allowed my Swan to escape my grasp..for a third time?" The tom had no time to respond as the same pain contorted his body into unearthly screams of unworldly horror. The lynx didn't bother to relax his grasp as he leaned down and whispered something inaudible into the tom before he too seamlessly perished.
xxxxxSol didn't waste any time returning his attention to Darkstar with renewed amusement on his face as he beheld the disgruntled eyes around him. "You see, Darkstar... I would very much like to be reunited with my sons as much as you should like to be with your own kits.. and I'm not talking about the ones that were unfortunately squashed like bugs-" his eyes flicked to see Goldenwaves visibly shudder- a doe on a thunderpath- "..I can grant you a second chance, Darkstar. So much more in fact... Building Sunclan was only the beginning for us. You may have brought them this far... but if you comply with my.. proposal of finding my sons, I'm sure Sunclan will prosper very much from this little meeting of ours.."
xxxxxDarkstar choked. He couldn't breathe.
xxxxxHis kits; he had to find his kits.
xxxxxHis head whipped to see his mate; uncontrollably crumbling- a wail escaping her maw as she called out for their children.. and the desolation of the night Sol had left in his wake.

"You have three days to find them before I come looking myself...And next time, I won't be so kind."