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Kerrigan was missing, and Springlockedgrave seemed to be on the edge of... something. For better or worse, there was a change in the air, Lakeveil could feel it on the horizon. In fact, that's exactly what she was doing out here now, without her littermate, and instead with one of the Voiny, Tasman. The she-cat was one of the old families, and just from her own observation and experience, the other feline had piqued the blue-gray Dvorayne's interest. So much so, they'd eventually begun spending time together, made friends of each other, despite Lakeveil's family being raised above her friend's in status due to their sheer size and influence as the relatives of the Vrachii, and previously, staunch supporters of Kerrigan.
The twins, however, were fickle creatures, ones who valued strength and cunning, and recently, the current Tsar had lost their respect. While pulling out of the alliance with NightClan and SunClan was, on it's face, not that big of a deal, the two didn't particularly appreciate why she'd done it. She claimed it was for the kits she'd been carrying, but to them it seemed almost blatantly obvious that it had little to do with that at all, and was influenced more by on of the prisoners' leaders, Glowstar. Now, they liked the DayClan leader, had spied for her until she'd disbanded the Surveillance team a while back, but they couldn't, in good faith, support a Tsar who was so weak willed as to be swayed by a captured leader.
That brought them to today. Blazehowl was out on his own, talking some things over with Aylik. In a way, they were similar cats. Both were extremely intelligent, if a touch serious, and were intent on protecting their sisters at all costs. While it would be a stretch to call them friends, they understood one another, and could work together towards whatever goals Tasman and Lakeveil set with relative ease.
"Do you think Kerrigan will return?" Lakeveil posed the question, head tilted in slight curiosity towards the she-cat beside her. The Tsar had been missing some time, and Everette had refused the throne thus far. Time was growing short, however, and soon, the tom would find that someone else had promoted themselves to Kerrigan's position if he didn't act soon.
The change that was looming in the air was something that delighted Tasman. It meant that the work she had done was finally getting a chance to reach its peak. It meant that everything was going as planned. She hadn't expected things to be so easy. After all, Kerrigan had at one time been a formidable cat. Tasman had found her to be a strong feline, one who would be hard to take down. She had fully intended to wait until the she-cat abdicated the throne. Then, Tasman planned to swiftly end her heir before he could step forward as the rightful monarch. Kerrigan had made it easier for her, though, by appointing someone who was unwilling to step up without knowing for sure that she was gone. This, of course, was a great weakness, a character flaw deep within Everette. It cost the group stability, and any power that they would have. It would not be hard to get the group to turn against him, against a tom who was too weak to do what was right for his group.
"Isn't that the question of the hour," remarked the other cat, her voice smooth as it rose and fell, a tide surfing over the words that trickled from her lips. She glanced around the perimeter one final time. This was a habit she had picked up when she was younger, a stark vigilence to those around her. After all, she was a conspirator by nature, and conspiracy was a dangerous game. There were moments where she thought her siblings assumed she was just paranoid; they had never been caught before, so why worry as much? It was foolish, though, to lay your neck on the line needlessly.
Convinced that no uninvited guest was there, she looked back to Lakeveil. "I truly doubt it at this point. It has been half of a moon." Her head tilted slightly. Had it really been that long since the Tsar's disappearance? "Even if she did, she would have a lot of explaining to do." She smirked at the thought. There was a part of Tasman that hoped that Kerrigan came back, simply so that Tasman had the direct chance to prove to the Monarchy that she was unfit to lead after abandoning them.
"The time is coming, Lakeveil." Her lips twitched again as her eyes narrowed into a pleased look. "I can almost taste it." The question was obvious: the time for what was coming?
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 10, 2019 10:19:52 GMT -5
The two were alike, in more ways than one. Though they were of different stations and came from backgrounds that couldn't be further from each other, both thrived off the shadows, off of the chaos they created, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Both were skilled politicians, knowing how to navigate social ladders and make friends in high places. With the recent upending of everything BrookClan had known, there was the certainty that things would never be the same again.
And now, it seemed as though the stars had aligned for them both. Few had hope that the Tsar would return, and even if she did, there was little faith left in her leadership, the Boyar was quickly losing support as he continued to refuse the throne, and the Vrachii, only two days prior, had committed suicide, leaving the recently promoted Acecoop, Pearlypaw, to flounder and attempt to keep things together despite little to no knowledge of herbs. In the wake of everything, Silentheart had taken in her deceased daughter's litter, who would open their eyes any day now, and subsequently passed her title as the Head of House Sterling on to her granddaughter, Lakeveil. Their little corner of the world was changing rapidly, and the Tiveronah dedicate was excited to see what came next.
"What is it you have planned, Tasman?" She knew the cat beside her well enough to understand the look, and truth be told, if the calico aimed towards what Lakeveil assumed, well, the mossy eyed feline didn't want to be left in the dust.
Thriving off of the shadows was something Tasman had grown good at over the moons. It had been nearly a year since her parents had been killed, and in that year, the young cat had mostly kept to places that were dark. She pulled strings quietly, made friends in high places strategically. It was the only way to do it, slowly turn hearts towards her. Kerrigan had once made an excellent example of this when she first rose to power. It had been far too easy to replicate, which put the shadow queen right where she wanted to be.
That was before everything changed. That was before the Tsar disappeared and the boyar found himself laced cowardice, too much so to take over the reigns of a clan that needed him. That was before the Vrachii killed herself, although Tasman had almost expected that would happen, no matter how terrible that sounded. In such a short time, so much had changed. Her lips twitched at the thought.
"I am thinking it is about time for a regime change, no? BrookClan can't stay forever waiting for Miss Queen to come back, hmm?" There was a darkness in her voice, one that had been shaped by growing up in the Monarchy, where life was friendly towards none. "I was hoping you could help me with that, actually." She flashed her comrade a smile.
She tilted her head thoughtfully again. "The plan is simple. Decide to sacrifice a cat. I was thinking one of Kerrigan's own, but the decision isn't final. Maybe two; one from Kerrigan's line and just an average cat. I suppose murder is not necessary, per say, but something must be done to cause rifts. Let the cats become suspicious of each other, divide the group. Create a faction of aggression who can be convinced that I can help them. Convince them to attack at my will, although there would only be six cats who would know I was at the reigns." She meowed this very pointedly, and the emphasis was obvious: Lakeveil was the only cat outside of her family who knew this. "Then, go to the Council of Royals and suggest a plan of stability. Suggest that I would be willing to meet at the negotiation table with those causing trouble. Make them vote me to power."
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 13, 2019 13:34:36 GMT -5
Lakeveil nodded ever so slightly as the she-cat spoke, a slight chuckle on her maw at the notion. It was certainly the answer she'd expected, but that would likely surprise none. If anyone had to place their bets on who would be quickest to overthrow Kerrigan, most would have placed their lot with the E'clairs. And now, in this time of anarchy, Tasman's vision was about to come to light.
In the wake of her mother's death, and subsequent promotion to Head of Sterling House, few would have guess that the blue-gray feline would be here, conspiring with a cat to bring a new line into power. She should be grieving, trying to keep the family together, and mostly, just staying out of the public eye. Not to mention that, she and Blazehowl had been staunch supporters of Kerrigan from the beginning, and had convinced their family to join them once, before they were royalty.
But now, she was ready for something new, and Tasman, having noted the shifting allegiances, likely remembered her family's support of Kerrigan, helping her rise to power. More than ever, she could use someone on her side, as, given her current plan, she needed the Sterlings to secure her place. The Harlow line would never in a million years support Tasman's rise. They'd find one of their own to appoint before they ever considered the nearly dead line.
"Time alone will cause enough of a rift, but that is a luxury you don't have. Ideally, you target Everette first. Once their line is out of power, the scramble for the Tsar position will begin, and the Harlows will fight especially hard to reclaim it for themselves. If you can't reach him, you need to make a threat that pushes the royals into action. Sickness and death ought to do it." There was the slightest curl of a smile on Lakeveil's lips, hinting at an idea forming in her own mind.
"Make me Vrachii when you become Tsar, and you have the support of Sterling House, and my aid. In the meantime, if you need someone dead, how about.. poison?" It was ironic really, to be suggesting such a thing when Springlockedgrave had just killed herself with deathberries, but to be quite honest, Lakeveil didn't care. She'd never liked her mother anyway, at least her death was useful in some way. "I can step up in the chaos and help Pearlypaw at least maintain plant stores, all the while having access to herbs that I can slip into pieces of prey. I know of one in particular that will mimic a sickness. Without Springlockedgrave, everyone will be floundering, and even if Everette survives, his refusal to step up in the midst of a crisis will be his undoing."
If cats started falling ill, something would need to be done, especially seeing as Pearlypaw didn't possess the skills to accurately deduce that this was poison and not some illness. "We convince them to make you Tsar, you make me Vrachii, and I can 'cure' the disease. Then we both get the benefits of calling ourselves BrookClan's saviors." Lakeveil didn't necessarily need the praise, but it would cement their legitimacy in the clan quite easily. Of course, there was the question of how Lakeveil knew such poisons, and perhaps the question of if she'd poisoned her mother, given this new information, but much like Tasman, this was one thing that the she-cat had no involvement in, though she'd have loved to take the credit if she had.
