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Paws carried him leisurely away from his den, away from the sleeping figure of Ambrose curled up tight; unlikely to wake before the sun reached it's highest point in the sky. The current sad state of it struggling to climb over the horizon meaning it was to early for his babied untouchable. Small paws stepped with a purpose, silent as they cut a path from the Springclan camp and out into their territory. Heading towards the japense garden, the peaceful atmosphere lending itself as the perfect place to hold a meeting.
Mismatched eyes scanned the mossy stone structures and rocks, watching the small koi pond for moment. The koi having long since dwindled in number until only a very few remained; often hiding in the depths of the pond to escape the predators or the wild surrounding them. Seeing no bright flashes of color the tom turned and padded off, leaping up onto the crumbling stone bench, perching atop it and curling a dainty tail around slim legs.
For all Cicero was the picture of cute and serene internally his mind lingered on darker topics. Thinking towards the tentative plan he was building within his mind. Perhaps a little ambitious but, well he was determined to have as much fun as possible while playing within the playground the clans provided. Chaos often bred more chaos and Cicero thrived in such disorder, was already aching to start the spread of more dissent.
Which is why he had asked his generals to meet him here, so early in the morning. Play at being civilized rather than the uncultured heathens the clan cats thought them.
The figure was the first to show up after Cicero, which was not unsurprising to those that knew much about her. She couldn't let the other two best her. Hell, it still made part of her frustrated that the tom she was meeting had ever found a way to be one step ahead of her. This seldom showed, though. Of course, with the history the two shared, he was aware of her desire to be the top, but she had no interest in taking him down. After all, he had invited her to play the game that they played now; it wouldn't be right to be a poor sport.
"You never cease to make me want to squish your cheeks when you're deep in thought," she teased. It was about as much of a greeting as the trickster queen would ever give. "I take it that there is a particular reason that you pulled yourself away from Ambrose so early, hmm? Not that I don't enjoy immensely when you require we meet right at the crack of dawn."
