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Bermondsey was never the first of the line to stand in this position. His father had been a scoundrel, the type who flirted with everyone, eyes full of wit and amusement, laughter and a devil-don't-care attitude, holding himself with such arrogance that no one questioned how he too had become warden, years ago. One would think that his son would have been the same.
He was the exact opposite. The old soldier had always stood with his back straight and his head held high, the impassive strictness written in the lines of his face, unfazed by anything and everything that went on around him. He had no humour, no charisma and flirtatious smirks; in fact, he was probably the most socially awkward cat ever, had he not the kind of expression that scared off both friends and foes alike. Luckily, these days, Bermondsey was a lot less agitated.
Since having his kits, he had...mellowed out somehow. Less of a bite in his sarcastic quips, less anger and roughness in his tone, he wasn't exactly amicable, but he didn't snap at every cat who seemed to do something wrong in his mind. As he exited his den in the mansion, he trotted down the stairs. There were things to be done today, after all. It was truly annoying, that Elizabeth wasn't around. He'd prefer to go with the one assassin who didn't actively try to kill his kits and annoy him all day, but another cat would do.
"Hey you," he spoke cooly to a nearby Antigone, a cat he had yet to meet, her name unknown, "come with me. I need a scouting patrol for the city."
[ I just assumed this thread he's not Nemesis yet, because of the page blurb. But if that's incorrect please let me know! ]
Prickles danced along her skin at the sudden address, her gold eyes turning to stare at the speaker. She of-course knew who he was, one didn't join Primal Instinct and not become at-least passingly familiar with those at the top. Well she supposed there were those who would, but Antigone would not be one of them. She had spent to long catering to others above her to not become overly familiar with the concept of knowing who to avoid so one didn't get into scenarios just like this one.
The desire to question if there should not be more than simply two of them for the city seemed foolish. Like showing her hand that she wasn't the most experienced with the territory and nature of things yet. She knew when she went to the city would rather personally go alone and if she were to go with more cats it would be 2 or 3. Then again Bermondsey had said scouting, so perhaps that meant he expected no trouble and just needed extra ears and eyes. Regardless it was clear there was only one option.
"Of-course." She agreed with a placid smile and nod. Her old ability to adjust to others needs falling around her like an old cloak. She had convinced herself there would be no need for it after she left her old home and for awhile there hadn't been. But now she was back in a place where the pecking order had direct impact on ones own life; not only her own but her kits. And she was currently at the bottom.
Post by achromatic on Jan 22, 2022 21:38:38 GMT -5
(yeah! they should meet before he has to choose heh)
Bermondsey didn't notice the question marks practically floating on top of Antigone's head at being chosen, but frankly, that wasn't his problem. It wasn't his problem what any of the hunters thought really; they were the soldiers to follow the general, and he was the one to give commands. It was fortunate that Bermondsey really had no interest to get to know others, and therefore, any conversation about pleasantries such as one's daily life or frivolities like a name was over before it started. Or perhaps, almost a little unfortunate that he was this way, for a little attention would not be unwanted.
He had immediately shifted to the role of the commander. "We're heading to the park by the church," he spoke as if answering a question. His pace was brisk, his skinny grey tail lifted in a show of his own position as well as his wariness. "There's a group of cats around there, not league cats but we let them stay around now that we don't live there. They usually welcome all sorts of travelers, near and far; most appear around sundown."
His flashing green eyes grazed across her face for a brief moment, before his attention was caught by the path they were taking through the forest. "We'll be listening out for news. Anything to do with the clans. Look for cats from the forests or by the sea. Listen specifically for news about SummerClan or NightClan. That's the cats who live by the sea and the cats who only walk at night, it should be easy to spot them."
His face turned to her once more, truly looking at her as if studying Antigone this time, just a little more carefully than he had earlier. "I don't know if you've been to the city, but just talk. Offer them something, have a conversation, add to their stories, and they'll tell you theirs. Most of them are simple-minded creatures anyway, you're a girl, you'll find it easy enough to get their attention, no?"
Bermondsey's lack of tact was clear in the way he spoke to her; he was a rude sort of cat with too many assumptions about how others worked, but he never seemed to notice. "Your name?" he spoke, both a question and a demand.
Her steps were quick to keep up with his pace, her shorter stature leaving her at a disadvantage. Though her face remained serene and she gave no hint towards the brief struggle she had setting a comfortable pace that matched his but still didn't have her jogging. Antigone did take relief in him sharing the details of this scouting mission and felt stress easing off her shoulders at his explanation that she would just have to talk.
Just as quickly it disappeared with his comment about her gender. Flames alighting behind her eyes though her lips didn't even twitch to give hint towards the teeth grinding behind them. Just as quickly she settled and reminded herself she did not come this far to loose her temper. To fall into an argument with the warden who was most likely going to take the metaphorical throne. Outside that his comment seemed to come from a place of misguidance rather than insult.
"My name is Antigone." She replied with a slow blink and nod before she couldn't resist adding. "I'll simply speak about my kits and their adventures outside league lands. These cats might even offer some insight where they might next want to explore." She would make a point to remind Eero of her earlier teachings with some travel, if this was the sort of role model of a leader he would be gaining.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 25, 2022 18:58:35 GMT -5
Antigone. Not a common name around these parts, but then again, who was he to talk? His family had perhaps the most long-winded names possible, he didn't envy a foreign name. Still, a traveler with kits. The league wasn't a stranger to those types of cats; new blood was easy to get especially when they had dwelled in the city. Even now, they weren't far off from it, and Regulus seemed to regularly take in strays. It was something Bermondsey always had mixed feelings about; on one hand, he too had left and returned, but on the other, he hated the reputation they had, of being a flimsy group of rogues with nothing but a common ground to stand on. Gone were the days of an empire his mother had dreamed of, replaced by whatever this was.
"If they're she-cats, talk about your kits, if they're toms, don't mention kits at all," he replied stiffly, as he gave her a look over once more. Surely had Eshek–or worse, his sister–heard him speak, she'd claw his ears off. It was fortunate they were away, probably back in the mansion taking care of business. "–the city slickers aren't all fun and innocent. You cross them and any information you give means a target on your kits' back. Don't let them know what's true and what's not."
It was the only piece of advice he'd give; despite being the warden, he was terribly paranoid. Bermondsey didn't trust anyone. Not the hunters of the league, not his Nemesis, not even his family...yet, there was a tiny part of him that did trust the mother of his kits, and that faint touch of empathy, so faint it was barely there, was the only softness he'd offer this stranger.
She raised a brow, safely behind his back and out of site. How odd that he would bring up them targeting her kits, it felt contradictory to his first statement. Saying they welcome all sorts of cats and then just as quickly admitting they were the type to hold a grudge. Though she supposed that might be why they were they sort to hunt down those that crossed them. They couldn't very well afford to welcome all cats after all if they let themselves be doormats. Antigone would never let a cat get between her and her kits, she already had the scars to prove the lengths she'd go to protect them from their own follies.
"How long have you been going to visit them?" She couldn't help asking, though she felt the word visit might be misplaced. There wasn't another nice way to address it though. She wondered if she would see anyone she knew, her travels had brought her in contact with a few cats, though the encounters were always brief. Antigone always in a hurry to get back to wherever she had hidden away her kits while she was away, not able to trust Louhi to stay put even if a fire raged outside the den. The silly little thing would run through it to freedom rather than be forced to stay in once place.
"Will they know you on sight?" Personally she would rather not be known to a group of cats she didn't know personally. But then again she knew nothing about the warden, perhaps this was a normal activity for him. She could see the appeal in knowing what was happening in the clans and groups but surely there were more reliable ways. Antigone imagined loyalty couldn't run thick in every cat of a group surely someone would be a turncoat.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 29, 2022 9:27:40 GMT -5
The tom could feel the thickness in the air of all the questions that must've floated around in the silence. Still, her question made him turn to her for a moment. He contemplating not giving an answer. "The city was our territory," he spoke, "we moved back to the forest because the resources weren't enough. Visiting...only a couple of moons, but we've lived there for seasons. Many know us by our reputation I suppose," he replied. It was strange to think that the league itself went through seasons.
He had been born here as a kit, in the very forest that few could remember. Most of the League grew up in the city, few truly recognized the ancestral home of the dark cats and after what had happened in the forest, he wasn't all too surprised. Now, they had reached another generation, those who would never see the city as home. He never felt as old as he did when he thought of his kithood, spent as pampered as a prince for a second, and cowering away when their mother was torn away.
"I don't often go on my own," he spoke with a shrug, "usually, my assassin deals with these things for me. Unfortunately she's been...on holiday," he spoke pointedly. Elizabeth wasn't on holiday at all, simply on an extended mission he had spoke of to no one else. "Where did you come from, Antigone? Not the forest clans, I'm guessing? You don't seem like a clan cat, and you don't sound like you've come from the city either."
She glanced over curious towards his words, she had not known the city used to be inhabited by the League, though she supposed in a way it made sense. Something about the chaos of the city seemed to lend itself to cats who were half out of their minds. Or perhaps she was just judgemental after her experiences in the city and with the cats that lived there. In her mind they were gutter trash and no better than the vermin they ate. Not that she would ever say as much but she sure enjoyed picturing those that had tormented her kit being squashed under a car.
Antigone nodded when he mentioned Elizabeth as if she understood his words, though she truthfully cared little were the assassin was. It wasn't her business and she had not even the slightest inclination to make it her problem. The question of her origins had ants crawling along her skin and under her fur, muscle twitching as she tensed them so suddenly. The tortiseshell grinding her jaw for a moment as she considered simply holding her silence about her past. But he hadn't asked anything truly harmful.
There was no harm in telling him where she came from as she, "far, far away. I left a truly horrid place and even coming as far as I have I still feel like I have not come far enough." She glanced over towards him before deciding to expand just a bit. "I think no distance will ever be great enough to settle my desire to get away. But I settled for the League all the same; at-least here everyone minds their business."
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Post by achromatic on Feb 8, 2022 16:23:59 GMT -5
As much as he pretended not to be, Bermondsey was a curious cat. He was a control freak, perhaps, wanting to know every detail of every situation he could, but in a way, this morbid curiosity of his extended beyond just a need for control. There was a certain relatability to Antigone's story. He too, had left a horrid place when he was younger, and roamed the world for years, before settling down here. The only difference between his story and hers is that she left, going so far to arrive to the forest the league dwelled in.
He had left this exact same forest years ago, only to find himself walking in circles back to where he had started.
"It's never far enough, is it?" he spoke absentmindedly as if distracted for a moment, "when you're running away from something that's part of you?" It wasn't clear whether he was talking about her or about himself; he hadn't shared his own experience but there was a tone in his voice that seemed to echo a sentiment, that he understood.
They neared a park, cats already gathered around. "Be smart, be careful, ask them what they know," he spoke, his eyes meeting hers, as he gestured towards the crowd. Shall we? his actions seemed to say.
'Never far enough' she thought, grin twisting as she bit back a huff at the others words, hitting as close to home as they did she could only want to laugh. Instead she simply nodded in acknowledgement of his words, before moving off towards the cats gathered around, waving her dark tail in silent farewell.
Her golden eyes flickered from cat to cat, from where they spoke in pairs or smaller groups. There weren't many there who were isolated though she could only assume the more introverted would arrive later when things grew a bit quieter. Or it could be that those who did not know anyone did not arrive; either judging the risk to great or not seeing anything to gain from it.
Regardless she settled to approach the first cat she saw alone, smiling the smile she had perfected through her years growing up. The one that edged towards nervously shy but also kind and encouraging. It was a delicate balance and one she had worn often when around those she didn't know. It had a way of saying the first words of a conversation without every saying actual words. "Hello." She spoke softly to the other as she grew close enough.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 15, 2022 18:01:15 GMT -5
Bermondsey dipped his head at Antigone, before disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't long before all of the crowds enveloped the cats here, and soon he had disappeared into the distance, mingling with them with a different attitude.
There were groups all around, some laughing loudly and others in whispered conversation. As Antigone appeared closer, the small group nearby seemed to be gathered around a ginger she-cat. "–oh, and you couldn't believe what those cats were doing! They tried to invade one of the other groups? I wasn't close enough for them to see me, but I sure saw what was going on!" she exclaimed, as the others muttered about the story she was telling.
Antigone blinked slowly and sat nearby, choosing not to speak up for now, afraid that if she interrupted the flow of conversation the topic would change and she would learn nothing. She would try and redirect them if the conversation did change but for now she would simply listen in. Already her mind was tumbling over groups that had tension with one another where an invasion would be plausible.
She assumed it had to be one of the forest clans, as in her last trip out of the territory she had passed the mountain clans and they seemed rather tamed. The winter often either brought vicious fights over resources or isolation as they struggled to avoid fights in their weaker states.
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Post by achromatic on Mar 2, 2022 13:01:45 GMT -5
It didn't take long for another cat to approach. Tentative, it was a she-cat too, with wide eyes and a tail lifted up high, curiosity written all over her face. "Oh hi!" she greeted Antigone, her head tilted to the side, "are you new? I haven't seen you around here much, do you have owners or do you just wander around here?"
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