There was on tyke in particular whom caught the sight of the tom at once. Alona-tyke’s eyes grew wide as she stood there watching, but ever silent. Wondering, perhaps, why is it the commander had made his way to the tunnel of the tykes and raisers?

Mercenary Superior Gardenia was quick to enter behind Mars, ducking her head as she moved across the Post to stand beside Mercenary Reisi. Though she did admittedly like tykes despite her lack of experience with them, the blonde-furred she-cat couldn't help but wish the Commander hadn't made this a mandatory meeting for all Superiors. She was positive that her being there would probably make the tykes less likely to become Mercenaries, especially after seeing her horribly scarred face and chest. Her sisters had always joked about how her face would terrify tykes, and now Gardenia was worried that they might've had a point. She wrapped her long, fluffy tail around herself for comfort.


Staying close to his sister Alona, the slightly shyer Atticus-tyke stared up at the older cats with a gentle, sheepish smile. Like the other tykes, the grey-patched white tom wasn't exactly sure what this was all about, though from what he could smell from the Soliders and Commander, it wasn't anything bad. Commander Mars especially seemed...almost excited.

"It's always hard for tykes to choose their path. I hope this helps them to decide their futures." He then licked the top of her head. "You should be resting though." He was constantly worrying over her now that he was aware that she was expecting his tykes. Sure he had raised one litter before, but he had never had the chance to be around while Angel was expecting. Her twolegs had kept her locked inside for the most part until after Basil, Jasmine, and Coriander were born.

Cerise-tyke had followed close behind Elias-tyke. Like her brother, she was eager to see her father. For some reason, their mother didn't let them go around him all that often and when they did get to see him, it was never for very long. Would he notice her here? She had gotten bigger since he'd last seen her so he had to notice her now.

Once Mars was sure that most everyone was here, he licked Momi's cheek before turning to address the tykes. "I'm sure you all are curious why we are all here today since we don't normally come to Post Kilo without a reason. Well, today is a special day for tykes. It is a day dedicated to helping you find your path in the Regime. There are soldiers here from every rank and all of our superiors are here as well. You will learn very basic skills from each of our four ranks you can go into and speak to all of your superiors. Use this in turn to help you decide which path you wish to take when you are eventually promoted to cadets. I will also be here to answer any questions you may have." He offered the kittens a kind smile. "If you have any questions, ask one of the soldiers or myself and we will help you as best we can." He then sat back down to let the tykes begin their career day.

Raiser Superior Lark had been settled quietly at the edge of the crowd, her calico fur neatly groomed down and her amber eyes focused on the familiar group of tykes in front of her. She was excited for this- she knew all of them by name and they knew her, but she had never had the chance to discuss the responsibilities of a Raiser with them before. As Commander Mars released them, she waited expectantly, the voluminous tip of her tail draped over her feet.

Cerise-tyke looked at her brother. "Lets go and see what father's job is!" She was excited for the chance to get to see what he did in the Regime. The chance to meet Commander Mars was also exciting. He didn't make the trip to Post Kilo all that often, but when he did, it was usually to speak with Raiser Venus or Raiser Momi. First she would go and see her father and then she would go and meet the commander.

Little Rena-tyke was excited to learn more about the different parts of the Regime. Surely this would help her make her decision on what she should do when she was older right? The first thing she did was scamper over to Viviana. She was the one who had found her and her siblings after all. She had always been curious about what she did for the Regime. "Hi Viviana!" Her eyes were filled with excitement now. "What do you do for the Regime?"

SEPTIMUS-TYKE
The black-pelted tom padded fearlessly up to The Scout Superior, despite his intimidating air, and sat down. His yellow/blue eyes blinked up at him, his tail waved in a curious manner. The life of a Scout sounded easy, like you could get lost for hours and enjoy horsing around whenever you wanted.

LIMAVADY
He scrunched his nose, leering down at him. Look at them. Cute for now, but they'll become devils in a matter of days. Soon they'd be following around his best hunters, holding them back, stepping on sticks, and ruining the element of surprise. His tone was condescending. "All cats can hunt, but not everyone has the patience or the grace to be truly genuine in the field." He squinted down at Septimus, kin to Spy Diana and Scout Hurricane.

SEPTIMUS-TYKE
The kitten's ears flattened, but he did not leave his seat. Limavady's words were sharp. He tried to put on a brave face. Father and Mother both were great hunters - he wanted to be just like them in the future. He had claws for a reason, even though he didn't know what to use them for. He figured following in his parents footsteps would lead him to an answer, so he puffed out his chest and remained silent. He had no words to combat the Superior. Perhaps he was right - perhaps he wouldn't be great anywhere. At least he had to try. He was looking down at the Angora's big paws, but picked his eyes back up to him, as if to say, I understand.

LIMAVADY
His narrowed green eyes relaxed when he intuitively felt the energy in the young cat's eyes change. Perhaps this tyke held some potential. His pelt was dark, shadowy enough for dusk. His bone structure would turn him into a lithe adult, which would serve him well in attempting to pull rabbits, mice, or squirrels out of their holes. He continued to speak, this time with less of an edge, "If you ever thought that outside of this cavern was dangerous, Post Echo isn't the branch for you. Scouts are responsible for making sure everyone has enough to eat and there isn't enough prey underground to feed us all. Top!soil is not for every feline, and some would be wiser to stay down below. We face dangers every single day, from foxes to poisonous plants. One mistake could cost you your life. Being a Scout is serious business, and you must be careful. You must pay attention. "