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[Fortune's Fool]

𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥
-- She-cat :: 42 Moons :: Guard :: ~n/a
There had been a split second, right as she realized Stormhaze had been starting to move, that Gleamingheart had almost tried to intercept him. Almost. Who was she to question her captain, even if everyone could see the folly of his actions? No one, and she had made her fair share of poor choices in her past as well. She was in no position to judge, and a priestess lie dead. Even she could see that a death in return would be the price no matter what, the clan would demand it. To make the two fight, though..? She questioned that, silently to herself. Despite her original instinct to stop him - for his own sake rather than the two toms admittedly - by the next dawn she would have stood by the young captain's opinion. A night of reflection would do that, as it turned out.
That too she would keep to herself though - as with most of her thoughts these days - as she emerged from the den as dawn began to break.


𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~n/a
She'd been one of the ones to keep watch through the night, tail curled around her paws. Even she had the good sense to not try and lift the mood with any type of humor. Make the wrong joke around the wrong cat and she'd find herself right there alongside the captain of the guard she imagined. Fogstep had no desire for that, so instead she simply kept her mouth uncharacteristically shut. She'd made the decision immediately after the event in question to more or less avoid thinking about it. A priestess was dead, the murderer was as well, and the captain of the guard had been a fool to speak out against the decisions those above him had made. Those were the facts, and all that was really important. Dwelling on the rest was pointless.
Stars above, she was glad when the sky began to lighten though, and hopefully with it would come relief from her post.


𝔽𝕠𝕩𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
-- Tom :: 31 Moons :: Scribe :: ~Scarabstone
He was no stranger to bloodshed, nor to gristly repercussions for actions. Both in his life before the clan and in his time among the servants he had been witness to many terrible things. It was one of those things he just had to compartmentalize. Break it down to the facts of what had happened, and separate them from his own feelings on the matters. He couldn't slack off even now, it wouldn't end well for him. He walked a thin line every day with his past as a loner and a servant. The red tom paused to stretch once more before making his way towards the treasury. So much to do, no time to think of anything else. He would later, if he did at all. He wasn't the only one moving either, and he dipped his head in greeting to Scarabstone as he caught his eye.


𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕦𝕤
-- Tom :: 26 Moons :: Scout :: ~n/a
He'd been awake for a while, though not for any particular reason. Fadedlotus simply rarely slept well. Sitting in the courtyard near the scout's den, his eyes were a little glassy as he waited for... something. Being given a task? Perhaps, but he was unsure of where those tasks would come from considering the circumstances. More likely than not he'd simply be sassed at for not doing anything once more of the clan was out and about. As if he didn't play his part to the best of his ability. Glassy as his eyes were, his expression wasn't giving any of his thoughts away. About the day before or anything else. At least a small part of that was that Fadedlotus himself wasn't even sure of his thoughts on the day before. There was too much to process all at once.


ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕚
-- Non-binary :: 19 Moons :: Music Courtier :: ~Layla
Zeri had been awake long before dawn had started it's approach, the display the day before weighing heavily on their mind. And dredging up bad memories of how they had found theirself here. They'd try to close their eyes and the tom which had murdered that priestess became Nak, lying there, dead. Their dear, sweet Nak who had only reacted with a desire to protect them and had died for it. It made sleep near impossible to find. They hadn't even realized the time until Layla had begun to stir, in all honesty. Then they blinked and realized how close to making a mistake they had been.
They rose immediately after, giving the younger she-cat a comforting lick on the top of her head as they passed her. "Walk softly today, Layla," they murmured softly as they did, "the High Bloods will not be in good moods." They wished they could stick with her - the clan cats were always especially cruel to her in particular and they didn't know why - but they had their own job to do.

𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣
-- Tom :: 27 Moons :: Rogue :: ~n/a
If he didn't know any better, Viper would assume a fox was playing with him instead of actually threatening his territory. This was the seventh time this moon it had ventured close, but it never attacked or wandered far in. It just seemed to linger just over the border and then leave. Except for the one time not long ago, when it had stayed just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of it. He swore the thing had been laughing at him and it was starting to annoy him to the point he barely lingered over the far edge any more. If it was just teasing,and not a threat, he needn't worry. Especially this morning, he'd gotten a late start and the heat would be getting worse soon. Viper lifted his one good eye to the sky as he padded along the border nearest to Sunclan's territory - there was a bit of a buffer between the two, enough so that it would have been difficult to wander across even if he hadn't been paying as much attention as he always did. His predecessor had been careful to not anger the clan, and so was he.
He paused for a moment as he reached the furthest corner of the territory, taking a short break to dislodge a stone from his paw. His single green eye flickered idly over what he could see of the area beyond what he'd inherited from his adoptive mother. There was, of course, nothing stopping him from straying from it. He did quite often in fact, though not in the direction of the clan. He had no desire to return there and he never would. This little piece of desert was home. A place that was his, which had once been hers. He was more or less content.

[squarshed]

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻
|| molly || 32 moons || priestess of Horus|| tags; none || mentions; priestess of Sekhmet ||


With the early morning sun rays peeking through her den, Rosewater felt her eyes open unwillingly. All she wanted to do was sleep, and forget; forget the events if the previous dreadful night, the blood that soaked her fellow priestesses headwear, the hollow feeling in her chest that dragged into the current morning. The events from last night were nothing but a blur of motion and a never-ending feeling of nothing that consumed herself. The Bengal molly felt herself instinctively muttering a prayer as her thoughts ran wild, to thoughts that she would never say aloud. As she recounted all that had happened, she felt tears surface, and it took all of her might to hold them back.

It had happened all so fast; one minute, Rosewater was simply speaking with another priestess. The next, a cat whom she had worked and lived amongst was dead, left in shreds on the dusty floor. The two might have bumped heads often, having very different opinions and personalities, but Rosewater was still immediately filled with grief and shock at the awful sight that she had been met with. She would be lying if she had said that tears hadn't spilled from her, and she hadn't been reduced to raw grief and horror, sobbing out prayers and looking away, debilitated. The idea that the young molly had been murdered for doing her duty, saying what her goddess wished of her, crushed Rosewater.

The confrontation of the accused, the blood-debt, all seemed to go by to fast, yet so painfully slow, all at the same time. She sat up and looked to the ceiling before closing her eyes, and letting out a prayer. A prayer that the clan's recent loss would find her way to the afterlife safely and with an easy trial; that she would be met by their ancestors and her goddess; that she would receive praise for her duties well done. Numbly, Rosewater ended her prayer and collected herself. She would remain strong, for her clan, for her sisters that all experienced the same loss, and most importantly, herself. Her headdress and jewelry weighed her down, as she dragged herself out of her den. Her paws redirected her to the herb store, a place of many memories between the two. She hastily stopped outside of its entrance, looking into the lit up area with a hollow gaze; in a trance-like state, as memories filled her mind, and her chest trembled with upcoming sobs, and tears re-surfaced.


𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
|| molly || 17 moons || guard || tags; none || mentions; Stormhaze, Darkstar ||


Guilt had clouded her mind all night. Fallencloud had hardly slept, after the previous event, staying up most of the night, and then getting up early that morning. She hadn't known what to think nor do after the blood-debt, so, she did what she did best, and that was her job of being a guard. So, the young she-cat remained awake with eyes wide open, ears swiveling toward any unexpected sound, questioning every cat's actions. Her snowy legs trembled with exhaustion, and her head snapped toward anyone who dared to even step too loudly. She didn't know what to think anymore; her very own loyalties had been completely questioned, and it made her head spin thinking about it. Whose side was she on?

The previous night, she had fully agreed with her father's decision; up until her captain, her personal leader, questioned him and his decisions. It filled her with confusion and doubt about everything she was taught. Was she loyal to her father, her Pharoah, who might have made a rash decision, but was her blood, had raised her and been with her from the start? Or was she on the side of the tom whom she had been trained to follow, to fully trust, whom she looked up to with awe and admiration? Why did Stormhaze have to question her father, his pharaoh? She felt torn between loyalties when she shouldn't be. The obvious answer was her father, but her heart lay with the cat that had been brave enough, and dumb enough, to question; to dare.

Fallencloud wanted to see neither of them for forever; it was inevitable, of course, but a molly could wish. Her father may just call upon her and some others to discuss what had happened, and Stormhaze was her captain. That didn't keep her from dreading what she may say if she saw either one of them. So, she kept her paws glued to the cool ground, and bright amber gaze on camp, paying close attention to every cat that moved, and head high. She may not know how to handle her current situation, but she did know how to do her job, and she knew how to do it well.


ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤
|| tom || 26 moons || fighter || tags; Fogstep || mentions; Stormhaze (vaguely) ||


Despite all that had happened, Coldfang had still refused to get up until way past dawn. He had never been a morning cat, and got up as late as possible every day; it was apart of his routine at this point. Cleaning himself as soon as he awoke was also apart of his routine, some did just that; and he let his thoughts the over for one, rather than ramble aloud. The preceding event had left him chilled to the bone, and he finally had a chance to collect his thoughts and think it all over. The death had left him unnerved not only because of its horrific nature, but the reason for her death.

He had fought in that battle; he could've become one of the deranged rouge's targets. Any of his fellow fighters could've become a target. Part of him almost blamed the young priestess for her own death. She was the one who demanded they attack the harmless band of rouges, and at what cost? The slaughter of a whole group of cats, and her own assassination? The call for action had seemed unreasonable, but nobody would have guessed what would come of it. While he didn't enjoy fighting other cats, hearing the yowls of enemies and feeling the flesh of them under his paws gave him a feeling of pride for his clan and what he did to protect them. But that battle against those routes was I doubt it nothing but a slaughter. The blood-debt only made it worse, and the Siamese found himself supporting and agreeing with Stormhaze, rather than his own pharaoh that night.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Coldfang stretched his tense muscles and padded out of his shared den space into the main camp. It was later in the morning, and filled with a small, consistent stream of activity. He felt parched and restless, never a good combination to have. He could go out hunting, but a drink was more required at the moment, so the tom made his way to get some water, when he spotted Fogstep, a fellow fighter who he found himself often getting along with. He made a detour over to her, and gave a bow of his head in greeting upon getting closer. "Mornin' Fogstep. I'd say good morning, but I'm afraid to say that it doesn't seem like this morning is all too good. How long have you been up?" While he remained polite, Coldfang knew he was treading on thin ice with his attempt to make a joke; many cats would still be sensitive about the topic of last night. Nonetheless, he took his chance, silently praying that she wouldn't claw his ears off in response to his remark.


𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔀
|| molly || 10 moons || scout apprentice || tags; none || mentions; Fadedlotus ||


Baby blues eyes nervously watched the camp clearing as Sagepaw sat at the edge, waiting for a plan to be put into place on what to do. The young scout's apprentice had been up since the sun had risen, and her body had remained in the same tense position since then. Yesterday's events had clouded her thoughts, plaguing her dreams of blood-soaked nightmares. The molly had probably never felt so thankful for sunlight in her life, and refused to move out of its warm, welcoming embrace. Her jaw remained clenched as she continued to mull over what exactly had happened, and the idea of taking any sort of action terrified her.

She had seen one of her mentors, Fadedlotus, long ago, but her legs refused to move her towards him and ask him for a plan. Simple, mediocre tasks that involved any form of communication scared her senseless, and made her shake at the thought of it. There was a reason she never said much, and everything that had happened only made that reason consume her. So, she waited patiently, content on hot doing anything until instructed otherwise. Her mind continued to think faster and deeper the longer she sat there, and she most definitely wasn't going to move anytime soon.


𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔭𝔞𝔴
|| tom || 13 moons || scribe apprentice || tags; none || mentions; his mentors, Ravenpaw ||


Mothpaw remained asleep, lost inside a dream of a beautiful forest with a deep, cool stream brimming with fish into the late morning. No one had awoken him, so, when he finally opened his hazel eyes, he was consumed with mass panic. He didn't want to be late on doing his apprentice duties, not get stuck doing them until late at night. Last nights event completely left his mind as he rushed around, trying to collect his stuff without waking any cat that may still be sleeping up. Hardly ready, Mothpaw rushed out of his den, slightly shaken. He was hardly ever late, and barely ever slept in late. Still confused, he organized himself and cleaned himself up, making him look much more presentable.

Spotting his mentors in the treasury, the tabby debated going to meet up with them. Part of him wanted to wait for Ravenpaw, the other Scribe's apprentice. He usually enjoyed to kick-start his morning off with talking with her, but he had been in such a rush to leave, he didn't know if she was back in the den, or already doing her daily tasks. Letting out a sigh, Mothpaw decided to wait for a little and clear his frantic mind, and calm down before doing anything for the day.

[dinolover519]

Layla| female | 11 moons | courtier |Location: Slave den|Tags: none|mentioms: Zeri, highbloods

Layla nodded and blinked gratefully at the older servant.She could not speak her words of appreciation towards them, but tries her best to show it in other ways, hoping they would understand. The high bloods had been cruel to her, despite, or perhaps because of, her half-high blood birth. The superior Sunclan cats had cast her aside as a slave- a cursed, deformed cat- scrawny, mute, and with eyes that could only be given to a creature of Set. They had left her unnamed, unloved, and outcast. She could have been a commoner, or even a semi-high tank, but instead she was a courtier, forced to undergo beatings and pick up the messes of the highbloods.

But when she met Zeri, things changed. They had given her a name, Layla, and a friend when she needed it most. If the black molly could say one thing, it would be Thank you to the cat who had made life bearable.Thank you, I’ll try my best Zeri, good luck to you as well. she thought as she headed towards the dens of the highbloods to wait upon them.

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: slave den|tags: none|mentions: Fenrys, Highbloods, servants, Zira, Layla

He opened his eyes narrowly as a few of the other servants began to rise and head off to do the bidding of the highbloods who they bowed to and called master. Heh...but not me. I ain’t leaving my nest until they come to me. I won’t put in a pawful of extra work for those mousebrains... He stretched a little and cleaned his paw. Actually, I might have less work today. If they let that Fenrys cat live, I’ll have to do less work, and if they kill him... he smiled a little Well, then at least I’ll have less work while they take care of that. He yawned and curled back into his nest, falling back into a peaceful slumber.

Druidia|female|18 moons|loner|location: clan border|tags: none|mentions: Sunclan, rogues

Druidia plopped the hare on her side of the border with a sigh. It was quite plump, and worth the risk she had taken from entering Sunclan’s territory. With a shudder, she remembered the recent events and how Sunclan had attacked a peaceful band of traveling rogues for unjustified reasons. Geez this rabbit is heavy...I should probably just eat it here and carry the other prey back to my den for storage. The molly reflected proudly on the amount of food she had been storing up in the cooler part of her den, by the edge of a nearby oasis. She would be prepared for the next heat wave for sure!

Glancing around nervously, still hoping no Sunclan cat had seen her cross the boarder, she dragged the bunny a little further from the boarder, then snacked on its plump, delicious body.

Scarabstone|male|24 moons|scribe|location: commoner den, heading to treasury|tags: Foxfire|mentions: Fenrys,Mothpaw

The young Abyssinian looked up to see Foxfire greeting him. He dipped his head in return to the scribe as the two headed towards the treasury.Now where is Mothpaw? “Good morning Foxfire, how are you today?” he mewed politely. After considering for a moment, he added, hoping not to be seen as ignorant, “Should we account for that captive- what’s his name again? Feners?- when calculating the food storage, or should we exclude him. I’m assuming we’d account his as a slave in the calculations normally, but with the death of the priestess, I wouldn’t be surprised if the orders were to starve him.”

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥
-- She-cat :: 42 Moons :: Guard :: ~n/a
There had been a split second, right as she realized Stormhaze had been starting to move, that Gleamingheart had almost tried to intercept him. Almost. Who was she to question her captain, even if everyone could see the folly of his actions? No one, and she had made her fair share of poor choices in her past as well. She was in no position to judge, and a priestess lie dead. Even she could see that a death in return would be the price no matter what, the clan would demand it. To make the two fight, though..? She questioned that, silently to herself. Despite her original instinct to stop him - for his own sake rather than the two toms admittedly - by the next dawn she would have stood by the young captain's opinion. A night of reflection would do that, as it turned out.
That too she would keep to herself though - as with most of her thoughts these days - as she emerged from the den as dawn began to break.

𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~Coldfang
Fogstep's posture relaxed slightly at the voice after having tensed in response to the approach. It was a weak attempt at humor, but it was enough to assure her she didn't have to be so uptight with him specifically at least. "I've been up far, far too long, Coldfang," her voice was faintly amused as she responded, lifting her black-stained front paw to lick idly at a rather irritating grain of sand between her pads. "Keeping watch, I'm afraid. I was one of the ones chosen last night to do so." She'd give the captain credit where it was due - with all the looks and mutters he'd had to put up with, he'd still done his job the night before.


𝔽𝕠𝕩𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
-- Tom :: 31 Moons :: Scribe :: ~Scarabstone
"Scarabstone, good morning," his voice was a bit on the subdued side, though really only because he was considering the question. This wasn't a situation he'drun into before that he could remember. "I am not entirely certain, I will admit," he answered slowly after a heartbeat, "For the sake of erring on the safe side, I would say consider him among the slave's portion still for now - if we're told otherwise then we can work from there." Yes, that seemed the logical path for now.


𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕦𝕤
-- Tom :: 26 Moons :: Scout :: ~Sagepaw
It took far, far too long for him to register that he wasn't the only cat sitting around the further reaches of the courtyard than it should have. Vaguely he recalled having seen Sagepaw at some point earlier, but nothing had really registered as needing to be addressed by him. He was after all just as directionless as she had seemingly been, unsure if they needed to stay in the camp for... what was coming. Until he blinked and his eyes found her again, and he finally realized his mistake. His apprentice was not doing okay.
Half on instinct his rose to his paws, circling the outer edge of the courtyard to make his way toward her. "Do you... mind if I join you..?" His voice was as quiet and even as it ever was, but the smallest hint of concern managed to edge its way in. Regardless of her answer he had already sat beside her, tail curling around his paws.


ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕚
-- Non-binary :: 19 Moons :: Music Courtier :: ~Layla > n/a
With a last gentle lick of the young courtier's head and what they certainly hoped was an expression that was more encouraging than concerned, Zeri left Layla and gingerly began to make their way from where the servants slept to where their instrument rest. Someplace they needed to be before they were meant to actually start playing - a late start would not bode well for them if they were to follow their own advice and step carefully for now. Forever. Sometimes they struggled with the knowledge that this would likely be the rest of their life, this strangely poetic cycle of music and abuse that was far too easy to drown in. A life they hadn't imagined moons ago when they'd left their home. {And yet their mind refused to consider a life where they hadn't followed him that night, strange that.}

𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣
-- Tom :: 27 Moons :: Rogue :: ~n/a
If he didn't know any better, Viper would assume a fox was playing with him instead of actually threatening his territory. This was the seventh time this moon it had ventured close, but it never attacked or wandered far in. It just seemed to linger just over the border and then leave. Except for the one time not long ago, when it had stayed just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of it. He swore the thing had been laughing at him and it was starting to annoy him to the point he barely lingered over the far edge any more. If it was just teasing,and not a threat, he needn't worry. Especially this morning, he'd gotten a late start and the heat would be getting worse soon. Viper lifted his one good eye to the sky as he padded along the border nearest to Sunclan's territory - there was a bit of a buffer between the two, enough so that it would have been difficult to wander across even if he hadn't been paying as much attention as he always did. His predecessor had been careful to not anger the clan, and so was he.
He paused for a moment as he reached the furthest corner of the territory, taking a short break to dislodge a stone from his paw. His single green eye flickered idly over what he could see of the area beyond what he'd inherited from his adoptive mother. There was, of course, nothing stopping him from straying from it. He did quite often in fact, though not in the direction of the clan. He had no desire to return there and he never would. This little piece of desert was home. A place that was his, which had once been hers. He was more or less content.

[moondust405]

Reeddapple

Molly~29 moons~Priestess of Anubis~Location: Priestess' den~Tags; open

Reeddapple stared blankly at the water surrounding the old wood forming the Priestess' den, barely recognizing the brilliant pattern the liquid tossed around the partial cave. The Priestess of Sekhmet was dead, along with a rogue that the Pharaoh had ordered to be killed one way another. Sure, the silver-tan she-cat hadn't known her fellow Priestess personally all that well, but to see someone who had seemed so... untouchable, she supposed, dead, well. That was a bit of a shock if Reeddapple was being entirely honest. The Priestess had been sending prayers to Anubis nearly all night to ask why he hadn't warned her; it wasn't as if the molly could sleep anyways. About half-way through the night, though, she realized that she wasn't going to receive an answer immediately, and she resigned herself to turning over the events in her mind. There was a dead Priestess, and then... the blood debt. The long-legged feline had to curl her lip slightly at the thought of the blood debt. Not that she'd ever admit it to anyone, except perhaps Anubis himself, she couldn't hide anything from the god, she agreed with Stormhaze. What was the purpose of murdering another cat? Perhaps it was justified, but the way it was performed... Reeddapple pinned her ears back as she cleared the thoughts from her head, squeezing her eyes shut tightly before opening them once more and studying the old wood and rippling water beneath her paws.

Beefang

Tom~23 moons~Fighter~Location: Just outside of camp~Tags; open

Beefang felt like his fur was melting off. He almost wished that it was, just to escape the heat of the day, and his armor didn't make it any better. The metal trapped the heat in like another layer of fur, causing the fluffy tom to be practically doused in sweat. He considered heading to the entrance of the camp and dipping in the cool waters shared by the camp; it wasn't as if anyone had given him any orders as of yet, it was still early in the day. And they were still grieving for the Priestess. Beefang felt a frown tug at his features at the thought, tail lashing through the dust just outside of the tunnel leading to camp. Normally, it was the guard's duty to, well, guard the camp, but the fighter supposed he was assigned outside since he wasn't as attached to the Priestess, nor could he defy any orders without a more severe punishment. With that thought, Beefang sighed to himself and attempted to squish his body into a shadier spot, squinting across the barren sands and resigning himself to pondering the events of the previous day. He didn't exactly agree with the exact method the Pharaoh took in punishing the rogues that murdered the Priestess, but he appreciated the point Pharaoh was making. He'd lost most of his respect for outsiders with the loss of his sister, his other half, so he wasn't going to go out of his way to defend them.

[LucidDreary]

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xxxxx𝐴 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ-𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒-𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑁𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑒-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑡. "𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑦? 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?" 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦.
xxxxx"𝑃𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑," ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, "𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒!"
xxxxx"𝑁𝑜, 𝑛𝑜, 𝑛𝑜, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦." 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦.
xxxxx"𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡," ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.
xxxxx"𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦"
xxxxx"𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑦, 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘?"
xxxxx"𝑂ℎ, 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑.

xxxxx"𝑆𝑒𝑒?" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, xxxxx"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜-" 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑒'𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦.

"𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡..𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑘𝑖𝑡?"

xxxxx"𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦," 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, "𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑑."

xxxxxThe molly jolted awake in her nest; a cold sweat suffocating her in rapid breaths. It took her a moment to orient herself in the cool, secluded Priestess's den. She was okay. She was safe.
xxxxxYet the aura of the dream still clung to her as she got to her paws and carefully stepped around the remaining priestesses- grooming herself and dawning her dark attire. It only took her a moment to pad silently into the temple, briefly nod to one of the fighters posted outside of it and head to the courtyard. She'd noticed Rosewater had risen prior to her other associates, and also knew how delicate the young she-cat was.
xxxxxDue to the distasteful events of the previous evening, it was likely the she-cat hadn't been very attentive about eating that morning. Quietrain frankly didn't blame her. Squinting against the brutal sun's early rays of light, she allowed herself to pause and take in the familiar scents of her kinsmen. Allowed it to steady her still trembling paws and headed toward the fresh kill pile in search for something rather light for her and Rosewater due to the fact that she too didn't think she'd be able to stomach much either.
The crowed of cats that lingered around the podium a few lengths away from the cellar where prey was kept sent her paws padding quicker. Quietrain loathed crowds, they made her pelt crawl with anxiety. Too many cats drowned out her senses and made her want to stuff moss into her ears.

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xxxxxStormhaze padded outside his den and was met with a warm breeze that promised sunhigh was not too far off. So he stood upon the dais of the podium, awaiting the punishment he knew was to come for him anytime now, and groomed his pelt as though it was for a grand gala for a celebratory feast. Smooth. Pristine.
xxxxxAnd utterly provocative.
xxxxxStormhaze would take the punishment in full. Honorably. But he would not allow himself to lower his own character because of it- nor his values. And he'd have a hell of a time showing it. He waited until all was gathered around him; the Scouts, Fighters, and of course, his personal league of guards. As he had began to sort patrols, Darkstar's squire parted the crowd, equip with the whip Darkstar had promised, and the cat followed him sent his mouth slightly dry.
xxxxxDarkstar knew how much he hated his father.
xxxxxTouché, indeed.
xxxxxStormhaze was a cat of few words, and so he said nothing as the squire announced his punishment; repeating Darkstar's words he'd decreed from the previous night. "Ten Lashes by sunhigh." And so as he was chained to the podium; back lethally exposed, he did not blink as his father took the whip from the squire's bowed head and advanced toward him. It was no surprise to find his father smirking. Nor was the first stroke of the whip upon his back.
xxxxxIt cut into him in a dangerously slick motion; the warm drizzle of blood began to drape his back- yet the pain he only felt was delayed. He didn't allow himself to breathe as his claws dug into the podium.
xxxxxStormhaze refused to cry out as the second met it's mark along the ridge of his shoulder blade. And the next that abused his flank and ripped his abdomen.
xxxxx"Oh look at you..." his father hissed in his ear; breathing into his neck- digging his claws into the freshly ribbon he belted upon his only son, "You'll always be nothing but a disappointment to his family."
xxxxxAnother painful slash.
xxxxx"Even if the Pharaoh seems to favor you, Captain or no," his voice was low and decadently vicious, "you will never bring our family glory."
xxxxxThe next cut him so deeply he grunted- fighting the gasp and rising shudder;
xxxxx"Not after what you did to Fadedpaw. Not after you left your own sister to die."
xxxxxThe next blow hit him so hard, Stormhaze almost lost consciousness; the sting of his father's words sinking in like a poison-tipped blade. It was true, it was his fault that she was dead. If he'd only just stayed with her during that dark night; she wouldn't have been murdered. Like Quietrain's brother before her.
He barely registered the seventh blow; nor the eighth or ninth as he stared at the gut wrenching memory of his beloved sister's torn body. The blood that had soaked his once small paws. The scent of it still lingered in his nose.
xxxxx"You deserve every bit of this.." His father once more hissed in his ear, "May Seth damn you to the depths of hell.." The last lash cut through him more than any of the others; blood dripped and dappled the dais as he trembled with effort to keep his footing as a guard whose identity he didn't have the mind to register unbound him from his chains and supported him under her as he carefully regained his footing and forced himself to straighten; shrugging her off entirely as he met his father's icey glare.
xxxxx"You may be Captain. You may have your mother, but you will never have anyone other than yourself. A coward; that's what you will always be."
xxxxxThe whip, drenched in blood, toppled to the floor as his father dropped it and padded into the catacombs of the city once more; devoured by the shadows.
It took everything within Stormhaze to not rage after him. And so instead, he collected himself in a steadying breath, and continued with sorting the patrols. Ignoring the blood that pooled around his paws, and meeting each cat's stare with a steady ease. "Fadedlotus, guide a patrol with your apprentice along the eastern boarder near the Nile. I have a feeling the loners may have been violating the boarders again. The prey has been running fairly reasonably within our territory lately. It wouldn't be a surprise of some were tempted." He turned his gaze to Fogstep, "Fogstep, lead the patrol and take Beefang, and a few others with you." His eyes met Coldfang's and he motioned for the tom to take a hunting patrol with Gleamingheart and whomever else wished to come. After concluding who'd be guarding the city entrance, exits, and temple, he turned to Fallencloud. xxxxx"Fallencloud and Kindleflame, you two will be guarding and escorting the royals today."

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xxxxxIt didn't take long for Fenrys to fall into an endless pit of darkening slumber when the guards had practically dragged him into his cell. The chains didn't even seem to register within him. All was numb.
xxxxxNothing mattered anymore; for all he knew was dead. And now his brother joined them.
xxxxxThe rattling of the cell cage-door swept open as a guard motioned with her tail to come with her. He gave her a vulgar gesture and curled up into his nest; burying his nose under his tail and proceeded to act as though the molly didn't exist. Which earned him his first "Kitten scratch", as what they referred to it as he felt as though his entire jaw had been knocked out of place by the fae's incredibly powerful blow.
xxxxxHe grit his teeth and snarled at her yet didn't find it within him to defy her further. The blistering heat of the humid desert of Sekhmet met him as he was dragged by his chains next to a silver tom who looked as equally disgruntled as he. Each wore a set of thick chains, so it was evident, Fenrys had been given a play-mate.
xxxxxHow cute.

xxxxxThe two guards lead them into the depths of tunnels of depths that he never thought were possible- even for a place as ancient as this. It wasn't until a pickaxe had been shoved into his hands that he realized what exact he was to them now.
"Get to work," the molly snarled at him and cuffed his ear before turning to the tom next to him, "Show him the ropes around here and maybe you'll get a full mouse this time."

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Layla| female | 11 moons | courtier |Location: Outside the High Blood Den |Tags: None none|mentions: none

Layla sat quietly by the high blood den, awaiting any orders. She kept her head down and her shoulders gracefully protecting her neck from any sudden attacks. Now, she simply had to wait until a high blood or semi-high rank ordered her around.

Silver|male|24 moons|chattel cat| location: mines|tags: Fenrys|mentions:

Despite his protests, a guard had pulled him out from his nest and dragged him to the mines. They attached the collar to the wall and ordered him to behave. A guard tossed him a pickaxe and he soon got to work, with a lot of muttering and name-calling. The guards were used to it by now, but lashed and whipped him anyways. He hated the sun clan cats with a passion, always thinking they were so perfect and close with the gods. In his opinion, the only god that could possibly be real was Set. There is nothing but evil in this world, after all.

Then, to his surprise, a second cat was dragged down into the tunnels, looking bitter and spiteful of his captors. This could get interesting. One Of the guards told him to teach his fellow captive and get to work. He sighed and narrowed his green gaze on the newcomer. “Hey...you’re that Fenrys fellow...” he mewed quietly as he guided him towards the section they were to mine.

He began demonstrating to how to use the pickaxe. “See you hold it like this and mine right here...” he explained loudly, eyes glancing at the guards. “You try...” Double checking that the guards weren’t as attentive. “God these Sunclan cats are the worst. We can talk while we work, just keep it down and pretend to be learning.” He whispered.

Druidia|female|18 moons|loner|location: clan border|tags: none|mentions: Sunclan, rogues

Druidia plopped the hare on her side of the border with a sigh. It was quite plump, and worth the risk she had taken from entering Sunclan’s territory. With a shudder, she remembered the recent events and how Sunclan had attacked a peaceful band of traveling rogues for unjustified reasons. Geez this rabbit is heavy...I should probably just eat it here and carry the other prey back to my den for storage. The molly reflected proudly on the amount of food she had been storing up in the cooler part of her den, by the edge of a nearby oasis. She would be prepared for the next heat wave for sure!

Glancing around nervously, still hoping no Sunclan cat had seen her cross the boarder, she dragged the bunny a little further from the boarder, then snacked on its plump, delicious body.

Scarabstone|male|24 moons|scribe|location: commoner den, heading to treasury|tags: Foxfire|mentions: Mothpaw

He nodded. “That does seem like the most logical course of action.” He entered the treasury with a nod to the guard, grabbing his satchel and pulling out some parchment and ink to prepare to take inventory. “Say, has anyone seen Mothpaw, by the gods he better not be off procrastinating or lazing about...” he called to no one in particular as he counted the food supply, marking the levels and calculating how much they needed for today.

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xxxxxFenrys cocked his brow and muttered loud enough for the guards to hear, "Like this?" and picked away at the small silver deposit vain they'd purposefully been positioned at. "So," he murmured to the tom, "I'm famous around here now, is that right?"
xxxxxThe sarcasm from his maw did not match his eyes as they worked in union. "And who are you supposed to be? The wet-nurse's kitten who shredded the queen's nests too much?" The force of his blows to the stone seemed to ease the tension of his muscles- he hadn't realized how stiff he'd slept the previous night. The thought of his brother lingered within him as he dug his hind-claws into the musty floor.

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Druidia|female|18 moons|loner|location: clan border|tags: none|mentions: Sunclan, rogues

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“Yes, just like that!” He mewed loudly. Then, narrowing his eyes on the new servant he muttered “Your brother killed the priestess, even ‘pathetic slaves’ like me had to watch the blood ritual thing...”. He hit the rock rythimically, used to the time to himself, but glad for company. Especially a cat who possibly hated Sunclan half as much as he did. He scowled at the rogues sarcasm.

“No. I killed an apprentice and injured a few cats. I was in a rogue group. We wanted a chunk of territory back that Sunclan took from us a few generations ago...” for a second, he looked saddened, filled with memories of the battle. “We were crushed. Sunclan may be prideful, but they are powerful indeed.”

He glanced nervously at the stranger. “What do you think about this place? How loyal are you to those who have defeated you?”

[Fortune's Fool]

𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥
-- She-cat :: 42 Moons :: Guard :: ~Coldfang
With dark eyes she watched the punishment that had been set to take place. She had to consciously refrain herself more and more from digging her claws into the floor beneath her as the punishment continued. It was with a moment of clarity that she realized that this, too, had been part of the reason her sister had fled so long ago - a thought that she shoved down almost as quickly as she had it. Not now. The past was the past and she was here, now, and had to focus on it. Something she failed at, somewhere between the fifth and sixth lash she'd zoned out, blinking back to awareness right at the tenth.
Her ears pressed back against her skull as one of her fellow guards rushed to their captain's aid, exhaling slowly as he started giving out orders for the day. She forced herself to relax before she strained something, standing as she caught the cue to Coldfang to take her with him. Gleamingheart stood stiffly, turning from the scene before her to find the fighter in question. Spotting him in the crowd she stalked toward him, eyes still dark as she silently waited for him to gather who else would be joining them.

𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡
-- She-cat :: 25 Moons :: Fighter :: ~Beefang, Fadedlotus
Stormhaze's stoicism in the face of the punishment and even still afterward to give out orders was impressive, Fogstep would freely admit that to herself and others. The display was a harsh one, but by the time the captain was giving commands she'd already moved on from it. "No rest for the wicked," the fighter mumbled under her breath, not even sure herself if she was speaking of the captain or herself after she'd heard her name before she shifted over towards her fellow fighter, "might as well meet up with the scouts then, eh, Beefang?" She asked, already lifting her head to try and spot the scout whose name had alse been called in tandem with hers and Beefang's. Fadedlotus, Fadedlotus... "over there," she flicked to tail towards where the named scout was padding toward them.


𝔽𝕠𝕩𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖
-- Tom :: 31 Moons :: Scribe :: ~Scarabstone
For the second time in just as many days, Foxfire was compartmentalizing. The punishment had been carried out, Stormhaze was intent on proving he could still do his duties, and Foxfire himself still had his own to attend to. This was so much easier than it should have been, something that was also acknowledged and tucked away. What was done was done and he couldn't slack, couldn't afford to. He had so much to prove. He trailed behind Scarabstone to the prey supply, shaking his head slightly at the question. "He's likely with Ravenpaw if I had to guess, they often show up together," he said, just loud enough to be heard. Tail flicked back and forth as he observed the stock. "It's good a hunting patrol was sent out," he noted idly to himself, "lest we end up short tonight."


𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕦𝕤
-- Tom :: 26 Moons :: Scout :: ~Sagepaw, Fogstep, Beefang
He hadn't been able to actually watch the punishment, eyes staying trained on his paws and ears back slightly. He could still hear it, there was little he could do about that, but not seeing it make it easier to take. Did anyone really deserve that just for speaking up on behalf of their beliefs? Clan customs said yes, but to this extent was so, so very difficult to watch. To stand behind. He'd dissociated from the spectacle so badly that he almost jumped when Stormhaze said his name, head snapping up to the tom in surprise. For a heartbeat he was frozen, until the rest of the words finally began to make sense once more. Of course, duties to attend to, fighters to guide on a patrol. He stood warily, glancing around to find Sagepaw. "Come," he said softly before leading the way to the two fighters.


ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕚
-- Non-binary :: 19 Moons :: Music Courtier :: ~n/a
Feeling as if their heart was in their throat, Zeri was rooted to the spot they'd been in since the punishment had began staring blankly at nothing and trembling slightly. This was so, so much worse than the day before. One of their own! In their own way, they could have tolerated harsh treatment to outsiders - the brothers from yesterday, theirself - but this treatment of those born within their own ranks was so far beyond their ability to comprehend. Their own captain of the guard, even Layla had been born within the clan they'd learned from other servants. Why? To what end? No matter how they tried, they couldn't figure it out. And they still hadn't moved.

𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣
-- Tom :: 27 Moons :: Rogue :: ~n/a
Somehow, as if time had escaped him, dislodging a stone from his paw had turned into lounging, into almost-but-not-quite a nap in the far corner of his territory. He was still very much aware, but one wouldn't have been able to tell just from observing him. Very soon he'd have to move, seek shelter from the sun in the run down hut that was his den, but for the moment it didn't feel pressing enough to do so. Perhaps a clan patrol would pass by, and he could inform them of the loner he'd spotting crossing their border on occasions again. Offer information to keep them tolerating his presence after his adoptive mother's death.