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Post by ashestoashes on Jun 17, 2021 4:38:04 GMT -5
A short hair black smoky tabby tom was only a little ways finishing up his report he had heard from Dayclan. Although he was mostly into the history of Renegade Regime learning of others starts was just as fascinating to the tom. Frosty blue eyes barely looked up or around him and he continued reading the report with his whiskers twitching away with excitement. Axiom Starkfield was so engrossed in his own small world he often forgot he had other duties to do or sometimes noticed when others were around him. Like now. Now he should have been doing...something. Wasn't sure what it was but this was WAY more important in his book. So he continued on with his own project without a thought or care in the world.
Edited Jun 28, 2021 23:08:27 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
Northern was still new to... well, everything that had to do with the Regime. She had hope, though, that she'd get used to it eventually and find comfort, even home, in the tunnels and caverns of the group. She had yet to meet anyone, though, or at least meet anyone long enough to know more than their name or receive a quick nod of acknowledgment. The only one she knew, other than Shule herself, was Petrichor.
Perhaps that would change, though. The black she-cat tilted her furry head in curiosity at the sight of what appeared to be a dazed tom focusing quite diligently on... something. Maybe curiosity really would kill the cat, but until that day came, she still found herself unable to control her paws – or her mouth – before it got her into trouble.
"Hi." She greeted with a small smile. "I'm Northern." One day she'd need to change her name – perhaps the day she officially found herself, and everyone else found her, a full-fledged member of the group. It'd make it easier to keep her former leader and clan off of her path.
Post by ashestoashes on Jun 28, 2021 23:17:43 GMT -5
Axiom looked up to see Northern in front of him with the small smile on her face. What made him curious was the fact that she was newer around here and he had not met her yet...until now that was. Putting his stuff to the side Axiom got to his paws. "Hello I am Axiom Starkfield. Got any questions about the Regime? I should be able to answer most if not all of them. I do after all hold most of the Regimes history as well as some of long lined families around here."
