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The she-cat's tail lashed out behind her furiously as she paced along the length of the damp, cramped cave she was trapped in. If looks could kill, the pair of Mercenaries that prevented her from leaving would be dead ten times over. They stood facing outward, and aside from the occasional twitch of their ears, absolutely refused to acknowledge her presence unless she got too close to the entrance. She had already tried demanding answers for her unexpected captivity, but to no avail. How long had she been here? At least a couple of hours, though in the tunnels it was difficult to be sure. Her claws dug deep into the earth in frustration. She thought the Regime and Dayclan had an agreement! It had been one accidental misstep while out hunting that had sent her tumbling into one of the Regime's temporary posts, and now all of a sudden she was a criminal?! Did they even know who she was?! Well...at least one cat in the Regime definitely knew. Her nose scrunched as a familiar scent hit her nose, and her amber eyes narrowed suspiciously at her visitor. "Commander Shule," she greeted curtly, before getting straight to the point. "What is this? Why am I being held here?" Honeystorm
Post by Honeystorm on May 29, 2021 22:11:49 GMT -5
Commander Shule didn't tolerate trespassers. Least of all ones who stole prey, when DayClan knew, or should have known, that the Regime was just barely getting themselves out of starvation. They needed every scrap of prey they could get, and it was insulting that Gravelshell, her niece in law and a former WaterClan leader, would dare to do so. Especially when all Shule had asked was that DayClan not hunt the tunnels, and get permission from herself or the other Superiors before coming to the tunnels.
The black she-cat's expression was cold at best as she stepped inside. "The Regime doesn't tolerate thieves. Especially among those who should know better."
If Gravelshell hadn't been happy before, she was furious now. "A thief?! You accuse me of being a prey stealer?!" She spat back, fur standing on end as her entire tortoiseshell body seemed to radiate white hot fury. After all this time that they had been acquainted, had been family, did Shule really not know her at all? "How dare you, Commander. Do you honestly think that I would stoop so low as to sacrifice the last scrap of honor as a warrior I have left? And for what? An extra meal? Do you think I'm a fool?"
"No, and that's what makes this all the more concerning and disappointing." Shule answered evenly, though her eyes narrowed a fraction. "I reviewed the proof myself, which appears pretty damning, and my soldiers wouldn't lie about something so important. I intend to let Glowstar know what is going on. I'm sure she'll be just as unhappy to find out you've been stealing. You make yourself look a disgrace to DayClan."
