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He woke with a snarl on his lips, rose to his paws, and stalked over the sun-bleached cliff faces to stand on the precipice and rake the camp with his hostile glare. The sun burned hot and bright on his ragged dark coat and the ground beneath his paws pulsed with hated heat, but he didn't move until he spotted the tabby coat of the Promised, alive. Then he slunk away from the edge to cling to the shadows as he began the descent to reach her.
Every cat must sleep, so every few days when he found his will eroded enough he could not fight properly, he found a quiet space for restless sleep. He only slept during the day, when he could avoid the oppressive heat and the light of day would deter enemies from attacking his little bird, when she would be surrounded by the false warriors she considered her allies. It was not ideal, but he could not protect her every moment of his life, so they made do where they could. Every time he woke, he sought her out first, anxious harm had fallen her while he slumbered - both relieved and a tad disappointed to see her relatively unharmed day in and day out.
His paws pushed off the cliff as he leaped the short final distance and stalked to Littlebird's side with a grunt of greeting.
The Promised ears flickered at the sound of approaching footsteps as she retreated from the cats she had been speaking to in order to return to her den. It was cooler than being out in the harsh sun, but still hot for the long-furred she-cat who had been born to thrive in the snowy mountains. This was her space away from the hustle and bustle of camp, a place where few cats dared to tread.
She knew who it was behind her before even glancing. The familiar scent of Singedwolf was always comforting, especially lately. With Foxstar kidnapped by the regime, leadership of the clan had fallen onto her shoulders once more. The clan was all looking to her for guidance, it was up to her to bring together the Clan. SunClan had been through man wars lately under Foxstar's leadership, and each it felt like it was up to her to pick up the pieces. She wasn't against violence necessarily, but the war that had been struck up with the regime was senseless, a direct consequences of Foxstar's actions and inability to think clearly in her anger. There had been no changing the priestess' mind from the path she had decided upon.
Littlebird had managed to keep damage to SunClan minimal, and secure their boarders once more, but Foxstar was still in captivity. Something had to be done. The regime could not be allowed to hold Foxstar with impunity.
Placing herself in her nest, she turned to face SingedWolf "You are not going to like it, but we must get Foxstar back"
He snorted. "She got herself in here, she can get herself out."
Singedwolf had no love for their leader. He would obey her orders, but she was gone now, and good riddance for it. She was cruel and cunning and stupid -- at least he could say Goldenstar had his pride and in his own way only wanted the best for his clan, but Foxstar only wanted her own revenge. Perhaps that wouldn't have bothered him either, had she not been the one to bring fire to this accursed land. He may have brought Littlebird to her, but that meant very little when it was the only option. Let her stay in the prison she had made; they would avoid war with the Regime and be all the better for it.
His tail lashed as he slunk closer and away from the light, his lip curling in annoyance that he already knew she wouldn't listen to him. Nobody ever listened to him, he shouldn't even bother at this point, but maybe on his deathbed they'd realize he had more sense than half the clan put together. "How about we find their tunnels and collapse them instead? Trap the whole lot of them, see how much of a fight they put up when they're choking on dead air."
If she had been a lesser cat, perhaps she would have headed his suggestion of leaving Foxstar where she was. After all, her being gone did nothing but benefit her. With Foxstar gone she weilded almost unstoppable power over the clan, with only the Sun God himself able to turn over her orders. Most cats would have taken advantage of this situation to further their own agendas, to take over leadership of the clan permanently.
Yet, she hadn't. She had everything she had been working towards, and yet she would give it up for the betterment of the clan. She tilted her head slightly "The thought has crossed my mind. I would enjoy nothing more than hearing their screams from up above. But like it or not, Foxstar is still the Priestess and every moment that she spends in captivity, my own title commands less respect" she paused a little smile tugged on the edge of her lips "but hold onto that thought for after her rescue. There needs to be consequences for their actions"
He shrugged. He didn't like to bother with the politics much, though even he knew it was a necessary evil: as long as Littlebird was in charge he was safe and comfortable, but if someone came into power that misliked the burned tom, he'd have to leave again, and probably cut through scores of these sorry excuses for warriors on the way out. It was easier to just support the Promised's schemes and enforce them with his claws when necessary.
"Better have a brilliant plan to get her back out, then. I don't fancy marching your warriors away from their sunlight and into the tunnels." It was quite clear now that was not going to work; the Regime soldiers knew their tunnels and the warriors would be unable to fight well in the enclosed spaces. It wouldn't matter if they had numbers if they didn't have a sensible tactic.
"No we will fight them on our own turff" she agreed that it would be unwise to renter the tunnels. No she would draw them out, and crush them. They had won the first round, it was up to her to ensure that SunClan would be the victor of the next. She would not rush into this as Foxstar had.
"We have the tunnels mostly mapped thanks to the Janus effort, it should not be difficult to close of certain tunnels to help guide them where we want them. We also have Dragonswrath who was once a member of the regime. I shall have to prod into his knowledge to come up with a better idea of how to deal with their mercenaries" She would lead her clan into getting Foxstar back, but she would not do so blindly or without a solid plan. The tunnnels has many exits, but they wouldn't need to cave in all of them, Only strategic ones, that would prevent the regime from encircling her group or sneaking up on them.
"If Foxstar hadn't lead a full on assault on their camp, perhaps negotiations would be on the table. But as it stands now, the regime would never agree to meet"
"No, they wouldn't," he agreed, arching the remains of his shaggy brow on the unburned -- less-burned -- side of his face. "They wouldn't meet to negotiate, how are you going to get them to come out and face you? Closing tunnels is all well and good but they can unblock them with time, and they'll be in no rush to come out and face you again." Their pride would have been suitably confirmed by the last battle, and with their prize prisoner, if they were smart they wouldn't bother to engage in another war anytime soon. They had the upper paw, like it or not, they just had to decide how they wanted to move forward.
His tail drummed lightly on the wall of the den as he circled the edge and glanced out once more, checking for any important changes. Like she said, they had a former member of the Regime on their side... and even if he did help, Singedwolf was suspicious of cats that turned their back on their birth clan. A lack of loyalty was always suspect, and when tested like this, who was to say Dragonswrath wouldn't turn on them instead of his old group? Of course, the initiate himself had turned his back on his old home, but he would have laughed if he thought anyone here trusted him, outside perhaps his foolish little bird.
"There are ways" she replied. The question was more what path she would lead them upon. She could always block the tunnels, and route water into them to fill them to send them scattering like flies. She could used Darkcomplex and his children to draw them out or blackmail them into assissiting. They could starve them out eventually. They could take their own prisoners and demand an exchange. Really there were a million and one ways to accomplish her goal.
"It's merely a matter of picking a path and sticking to it" but all those ideas were not her. She didn't like to see the death of innocents none of the ideas that she had came up with seemed wrong and underhanded. She wasn't Goldenstar. She wasn't Foxstar. She had he own ideas and morals to uphold "but which path to pick..."
His muzzle wrinkled. "Then pick one and get it over with, or let her rot and move on."
Satisfied nothing important had changed, he returned from the mouth of the den and curled his tail over his paws, stern gaze boring into her. "Your father would've known by now. He'd listen to everyone else, see what they had to say... but he'd already had made up his mind, known what was best. And then he'd do it. Patient, that one, but not merciful. He did what had to be done." Singedwolf knew her, even if he did not always want to let it on. He knew she was of a purer, more innocent breed than his old ruler. But that was weakness. If she waited idly by because things did not feel right, she might as well invite the enemy into their camp.
He was right... Her father would not have waited around waiting for the answer to come to him. Even though he had been young when he had died, that much she could remember. He always had the answer, even when it was he that was asking the question.
"As much as we need Foxstar back, we can not leave our own undefended. We will fortify our defences, while keeping our eyes open for an oppertunity. After all, There wouldn't be much use in rescuing her if there was nothing to return to" It wasn't just the regime that she worried about, but all the other clans that had been offended by SunClan lately. Any one of them would take advantage of any weakness to launch an assault.
"Any time you send a patrol to the Regime, you splinter the clan's defenses," he noted. "Send too many and the clan could fall, if your enemies see you're vulnerable... but don't send enough, and they won't come back." There were benefits to taking a quieter strategy, but secrecy was difficult in foreign lands, and it could fall apart all too easily. The best way was a fight, but that required trickery still, and it required the movements of a lot of cats. Anyone watching closely would notice another mass exodus of SunClan cats, especially if they knew they were currently leaderless.
His ear twitched. He wasn't convinced the other clans had the guts to attack them, even if given the opportunity. "Ask your God to set the tunnels ablaze and smoke 'em out. If he wants his precious Foxstar as leader, he'll tell his flames not to burn her."
Her whiskers twitched in amusement , now there was an idea. Perhaps not literally asking the Sun God to set the tunnels aflame, but smoking them out of the tunnels held some promise. One way or another their best bet would be to draw them out of the tunnels and into the open fields where their superior numbers would be an advantage. Or perhaps she would just trap them inside, leaving them to their fates. She put the idea in the back of her mind, once she had a better idea of the structure of the tunnels, more detailed planning could take place.
"The Sun God does as he pleases" she chuckled, knowing that such a request would sound rather silly "but if we come up with a good enough plan, i'm confident he would asisit in her rescue"
Singedwolf grunted. His interest in the strategy was waning; he just wanted to move on and get something done. As far as advisors went, he wasn't much: he wasn't a strategist, he cared very little about the lives at stake, and at best he was a lazy warmonger. Politics did not interest him further than necessary.
