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“Lakota was the exception, not the rule.” Lark’s usually soft voice was fiery, her amber eyes set on the tom. “If Venus begins to bleed out, you rambling on about the fire within will not stop her from dying. A cat, trained in the herbs of birthing, will be her only hope.” The calico looked briefly at the gathered tykes, all of whom she knew by name.
“Do not think there are only one or two important jobs in the Regime. Guiders and Raisers are trained in the art of life, Mercenaries and Scouts in the practice of defense and provision. Do not let the voice of a misguided tom force you into a rank you do not want. All roles are essential to the heartbeat of Renegade Regime. Each job has value- follow your passion and your talent if you truly want to bring something to the table. And we all would do well to appreciate the hard work of the cats around us.” Her words were directed to Limavady once more, a steely passion in her tone.
After a moment, Mars cleared his throat. "This is not the time nor the place to have this discussion. This is a time to help the tykes learn about what ranks they can train in and help them discover what they want to do. "Limavady, as the Scout Superior you should know better than to behave this way. I will not allow someone with such contempt for our own to have the possibility of leading our soldiers in the future. Please consider this. You are dismissed." His eyes were hard now, showing clear anger for the fuss his Scout Superior had caused during what was supposed to be a fun day for the tykes. His words were a warning as well. If Limavady continued down his current path, Mars would have no choice but to select another Scout Superior. Mars didn't get mad all that often. He had always been a pretty easy going tom, but at the moment, he was completely serious. He would not allow this to continue.
Wanting to distract his son and the other tykes from the superiors, Reisi cleared his throat. "How about we have the tykes gather over here and I will show everyone a basic battle move." Following by Reisi's example, Venus rose to her paws. She refused to look at Limavady as she did so however. "And anyone interested in becoming a Raiser can come this way. I'll show you some of our basic duties."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 1, 2019 23:04:51 GMT -5
Thank god. Now I can leave!
Limavady had not always been so dismal like the darkness around them in the cavern. No, when he was young, he appreciated everything. He was always helping where he could; he would walk with the Guiders to fetch their herbs and bring prey to Post Kilo without fail. He was full of energy, happy... and naive. The light-hearted jokes he used to crack and the carefree outbursts of his laughter were gone with the wind. He was found smiling less and less as time went on. He was frowning at them now, but not in sadness. His maw held the type of crinkle in his nose that showed he was disgusted. Why didn't they understand? Couldn't they see how backwards their entire system was? He saw the division of skills as a division of one's right to a fulfilled life; he couldn't simply ignore how pathetic Kilo and Flora soldiers could be. Why weren't they taught better how to hunt and fight? Why wasn't everyone taught everything The Regiment knew? It was unfair to Alpha and Echo soldiers to carry on and toil in their every waking moment... Wouldn't it be easier if everyone shared the responsibilities? It was always Post Echo to blame when everyone starved, but when just one life was saved in The Garden, they'd rejoice. More angry crinkles lined his face.
"As you wish." His tone was deadpan and from the gut. His tail flicked and lashed as he stood to move out.
Mars was right; he didn't need to explain anything to them right now. It would be best to play it cool until he was promoted, and the threat of demotion made him question whether or not he should have said anything in the first place. Fine. For now he'd shut up, for now he'd be submissive. But when he was Commander, he vowed, everything would change.
Guided Superior Roon let her gaze remain on Limavady. Her tail lashing in pure irritation. She could hardly believe that he could feel such a way, and feared for the day he may in turn, become the commander of their rigime. Her lips pressed together as she shook away the dark thoughts that were plaguing her mind. “And any who wishes to know more about herbs and possibly become a guider , please, come over here!”
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There was a look on Viviana's face that was unreadable. The first thing that had irritated her was her Guider Superior's tardiness. She would be reprimanded for this, Viviana noted to herself. Then, the Scout Superior spoke. Viviana had felt her blood boil. Had the group in front of them been any older than tykes, Viviana was certain that she would have padded over to him and tore him a new one. There would be a time for that later. Then, when her own superiors joined in on the bickering, Vivianna had sent them both a cool glare. Leave it, ladies. I will take care of it later, the look ensured. Finally, when all of the commotion ended, she turned back to Atticus-tyke.
"Atticus, what a lovely name. I do hope that whatever we just witnessed doesn't change your desire to see what guiding is about, hmm," she meowed after a moment, although the words were out of character for the she-cat as she struggled to keep a composure. "And you are?" she asked, turning to Gabriel-tyke. "What type of medicine are you most curious in? I was a former Guider, but I am practiced in both raising and guiding in order to take on the role as Chaman. I'm equipped to answer most questions you have," she meowed with a chuckle, although that too sounded forced.
Mercenary Superior Gardenia held back a snarl as she watched Limavady leave Her own mother had been a Chaman, so the Scout Superior's words were taken as a direct insult. If it weren't for Roon, Lark, and Commander Mars already jumping on his tail with why he was wrong for saying such heartless things, she might've jumped in herself, with some words that were less-than-appropriate for the ears of young tykes. Instead, she grit her teeth and cast Venus a sympathetic look; how stressful it must be for the poor she-cat, carrying the tykes of that egotistical tom! Quickly rising alongside Reisi, she followed the Mercenary over to an open area where they'd have room to teach...her fear of tykes temporarily dissipated with the newfound determination to be better than Superior Limavady.
Atticus-tyke shrunk back as voices and tensions began to rise among the older cats. He didn't recognize most of them besides Commander Mars, but the emotions of outrage and offense were so overwhelming that he found his small white frame pressing up against the Chaman before he even realized what was happening. As the Scout Superior left the Post, the young tom felt himself relax as the negative emotions died down. Hearing Chaman Vivianna address him, Atticus glanced upwards at the she-cat and shook his head enthusiastically. "N-No! I wanna help heal cats! I wanna learn about herbs and make others feel better! That's what I wanna be!"
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POSTEDMar 5, 2019 19:34:14 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
When he pressed into her, the she-cat found herself running her tail across his spine in a comforting motion, which was as maternal as the she-cat would probably ever be. "Alright," she meowed with a nod, "we will make you the very best healer there is. Maybe you'll be a healer good enough to give me a run for my money." She let out a chuckle. "You want to heal and not raise, is that what I am hearing?" she then asked, just trying to confirm she understood the little guy.
"Is it really bad for cats to be Raisers and Guiders? Mama is a guider and the Raisers are all so nice..." Cerise-tyke was frowning. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a mercenary or a scout, but she didn't want others to think she was useless either. Her mother wasn't useless was she? She loved her mama. She looked up at Roon with big blue eyes. "Is it ok if I don't want to be a scout or a mercenary? Fighting is icky and I don't want to do it." The little she cat was now conflicted as to what she really wanted to do. Should she be a scout? It might not be as tough as being a mercenary and at least then she would be useful, but Superior Limavady was scary...She didn't want to be under someone like that.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Mar 5, 2019 21:28:20 GMT -5
Scout Cadet Tundra had been in the shadows. Her and her friends had been walking down the hall when they heard the tension arise and decided to be nosy. Her blue eyes widened when she saw Limavady turn the corner, and they ducked back around the bend.
He walked past without spying them, his fur raised along his spine; his walk an angry prowl.
Tundra breathed out as he went away deeper into the darkness. She eyed her friends, they exchanged glances. What were they to make of what they just saw? Tundra recalled looking up to Limavady when she was younger. He had been a Cadet when she was a tyke... He used to be more cheerful and would kick the moss ball with her when he dropped off prey in Post Kilo. He had changed... Not in a good way. She couldn't find words for this.
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Septimus-tyke was staring after the tomcat as he left. Was that true? Was top!soil so dangerous? Could the outside world really turn a cat callous?
Chaman Vivianna was nice. When he was close to her, Atticus felt more safe and secure than he had ever felt before. Not to say he wasn't confortable in Post Kilo, but this was something far different. "Yeah," the little tom confirmed, lifting his chin up with a feeling of pride. "I want to learn everything about healing that I can, so I can help everyone in the Regime! I could even help big sister!" The very idea of it was making him excited, and he was bouncing in place with a big smile, his previous fear of the argument all but forgotten.
They weren't around when the argument in Post Kilo began, but they sure got more than an earful of how it ended. Scout Cadet Primus' jaw nearly dropped as he overheard their Superior being chewed out by not only the Commander, but two other Superiors! When Limavady stomped past, he peaked around the corner and caught a glimpse of the pure malice on the older tom's face, and the Cadet's jaw dropped for real. Almost immediately, a metaphorical light went off in his head. An insane, stupid, plan.
"Are you sure that is a good idea?" Cadet Decimus was watching his brother now. Of course he was curious and he did want to go, but he was also worried about getting caught. What would Superior Limavady do if he caught them spying on him? It probably wouldn't be anything good.
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POSTEDMar 8, 2019 16:14:10 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Had he called her nice out loud, the she-cat would have probably visibly flinched. She had no desire to be nice, and being nice probably put a damper on her firebrand reputation. Yet, she couldn't help showing the kitten some sympathy. After all, it wasn't Atticus' fault this mess had been made. "There you go," she meowed, a smile on her face. "I'm sure you'll do excellent at helping her. You've already come to a great understanding of healing. Although it is not always the most highly sought after field, it is all about helping. We do not often get the glory, but we are the cats that tirelessly work to ensure the survival of the regime." There was a hint of pride in her voice as she spoke. "Have you ever been given a herb before?"
