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synopsis : altaire has called a meeting of hunters to play a... game.
THE TOM'S GAZE WANDERED THE GROUP THAT HAD ACCEPTED HIS INVITATION. Of course, he had intended for more to come to this little game, but the Proxy was patient. He understood that these things took time, and after all, he had just recently been given partial control over the hunters. It had been a transition; working as the proxy in charge of the trainees and then suddenly working with older cats. Of course, older cats were more what he was used to, as he had always made it a hard rule not to involve children in the Empire. Yet, it was still an adjustment to go back to older cats.
"Greetings," he meowed as the final cats filtered in to the space on the island. He said this with a small smile curling his lips, one that only hinted at the danger these cats were about to face.
Fae had been among the first to arrive, the dainty prison guard moving silently out of the shadows to sit near Altaire. A Proxy was an attractive position, and she might have made an effort to get to know him if if hadn't been for Morgana. It seemed unnecessary to jeopardize her pretty face and easy life for a tom. But still, if the chance presented itself... Fae was out of reality, as always, not giving a thought to the activity that would soon be at hand.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 8, 2019 23:36:53 GMT -5
Aconite had not seemingly been directly invited to this meeting but she wasnt one to miss a suspicious gaggle of cats. She hung at the edge of the group with a suspicious glower.
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POSTEDApr 12, 2019 21:39:30 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Irritation flickered in his eyes at the appearance of the Warden. She was right; she hadn't been invited. There had been a reason for this. He wasn't the type of cat who would overthrow the government, his game play was much more subtle, but he also wasn't the kind who enjoyed oversight. He blinked the emotion out of his eyes; such emotion was dangerous in this group. "I didn't realize we'd have such high ranking company today," he meowed, his tone even. "I really thought it would just be the hunters."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 12, 2019 21:45:41 GMT -5
"I rather felt insulted I had not been invited." She meowed turning her icy blues on Altaire. "And I do hope you recall I was a hunter no less than a moon before."
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POSTEDApr 13, 2019 2:23:11 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
“This May be true,” he meowed with a shrug, “but you aren’t now. If it makes you feel any better, my fellow proxies were hunters a matter of weeks ago, yet they didn’t get the invite. This was intended to be a private event.” If he was a little less tactful, he would have told her to get out. He had no interest in playing the game he had in mind with her around, whether she wanted to be a participant or an observer. He had half a mind to cancel it, to tell the hunters to go because the work that was to be done was private work. He didn’t, though, despite the fact that his displeasure was starting to register in the slow flick of his tail.
He then turned to Fae. She was an attractive cat, and ever since Morgana had cheated on him, the Egyptian Mai was devoted to finding a handful of attractive catches. It wasn’t necessarily because he was deviststed by his mate’s infedelity. Although no she cat had ever challenged him so directly, she had set the rules to the game. If she didn’t have to play nice, neither did he.
“Fae, is it?” He asked, although his debonair tone was quite confident that he was correct.
"Yes, that's right." Fae smiled widely, pleased that he recognized her. She tucked her tail over her paws primly, casting a worried glance at Aconite- she certainly hoped that this wouldn't escalate, because that would be dreadfully boring to watch. She started to speak again, but was cut off by the new arrival, who passed between her and Altaire before sitting down.
Kasdeya was a new Hunter, and she wasn't sure if her presence at this meeting would be challenged. She was ready to box the ears of anyone who tried to push her out, though. Young, wiry, and bewitching, Kasdeya held an eccentric kind of beauty- it wasn't Fae's outright comeliness, with her brown tabby fur and green eyes. Kasdeya had a thick cream coat with twin gray streaks down her cheeks, one gray ear tip, and a gray tail. One eye was a striking molten amber, and one was a vivid blue with a brown patch. With her small pink nose and her oversized whiskers, she looked like a mismatched doll. She gave a brief nod to Altaire and a disgusted glance to Fae, having long been annoyed by the more flirtatious she-cats in the League.
"What are we doing today, Altaire?" Fae resumed speaking, turning her gaze to the Proxy.
