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Post by ashestoashes on Aug 15, 2021 18:48:41 GMT -5
Regulus looked back to all of the cats that were travelling behind him or around him. The travel had been difficult but that wasn't a surprise with how many cats they had within The League. The Nemesis was proudly leading everyone to their new home which he himself had not seen yet. He had heard of the stories behind the area but had been born in the city himself. He knew where he was going though thanks to the directions of the cats that had mad the initial patrol out here. It didn't take long for the big tom to notice the building: the thing was frickin huge! It had four towers and seemed to over look everything from where they stood. Turning around Regulus stopped walking looking at the group that had followed him. "We are just about at our new home, lets pick up the pace....we are almost there everyone!" With that the tom continued on but with slightly more speed to his paws. The sooner they could settle in the sooner The League could rest before starting in on their new responsibilities and roles.
Considering his dearest Warden had given him some scars to remember him by, Cezra was traveling awfully close to the tom, jovial and spry. The only times he moved away was to bother one of his other colleagues--shimmying up close between Charlotte and Reynardine, trying to play I Spy with Athalia (who kept winning), crossing in front of Cross, attempting to scare one of the other assassins (which never worked as they were all as observant as he was), and following as closely to Big Daddy Reg as possible before the tom gave him some shiny new scars--but he always gravitated back to his favorite Warden, regaling Bermondsey with whatever thought fluttered through that pretty head of his. Some of it was purposefully poetic, the tom lamenting how the midsummer heat was as pervasive and inescapable for the comely new-leaf blossoms as death was for every mortal being, but mostly his musings were shallow, childish remarks about several of their other Leaguemates, though not all of it was solidified in fact. Not that Cezra cared. He's here for a good time, not necessarily a long time.
Luckily for Werm, who looked one pebble flick away from leaving Primal Instinct with one less warm body, the Nemesis halted and announced their arrival to their new abode, which must have interested him enough for him to move ahead and take in the sight. "Dibs on the big room," he snipped, and before anyone could see otherwise, he was bounding down the slope towards the building.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Aug 21, 2021 1:10:01 GMT -5
The move was a trip down memory lane for Uta, he'd been around for years now he still remembered the days when Primal Instinct and Renegade Regime were neighbors and that one tom. . .
He glanced back over his shoulder to look for Accalia, one their kits Alula-nova-kun following behind him, quite literally walking in his footsteps as she jump for pawprint-to-pawprint to match his stride all the while humming to entertain herself. Good thing the kits could walk now, he wouldn't like it this move had happen any early when Accalia was still carrying, being slowed down and bringing her discomfort, nor did he see the kits as vulnerable and would not be opposed to letting them walk on their own lest they stay behind. But those were cruel thoughts he wasn't suppose to enable anymore, he knows the moment she would ask Uta would carry one or both kits so they wouldn't bother her, he was suppose to be loving after all. It just didn't click well, it wasn't the same with him as it did for his mate, or his former love for that matter. Quite the different life he was bringing back to this old place, but then again he always had Accalia with him, even then she was in his heart - maybe this wasn't so different now or was back then. He never liked change anyways.
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/we are almost there everyone!/ Alula-nova-kun perked up her ears and sprouted eagerness to be one of the first to see it as she forgot about what she was doing and ran past her father and politely slipping by other leaguemates in the least bumping-into-them way possible to see what this cool new never-before-seen-at-least-to-her place looked like. /Dibs on the big room/ "Hey no fair," the trainee caught the cat running to building and triggering the competitive kit to start an unspoken race that must be won now, "C'ome on Tarn-kun! Bet i'll beat you there!" she shouted running wildly with excitement to this new/old camp.
Edited Aug 21, 2021 1:18:41 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
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Post by achromatic on Aug 30, 2021 17:27:02 GMT -5
He was almost glad to get out of the city. He had hated every moment of it; the unfamiliar smells, the loud noises that never seemed to stop...he was a forest cat through and through, and despite all the tragedies he had suffered in the forests, the forests were home. The dark space, the endless cover of trees, he missed this.
Bermondsey had never been to the mansion before but in a way, it felt familiar, like the old ruins of his old home. They weren't so far from the forest he had grown up in after all.
