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If anyone wants to give Mars one of his lives, just mention which life it is below. My only request is that all cats that give him a life be from RR. You can make up a cat for this if you want. Love - Raven Loyalty - Shadow Courage - Thyme Discipline - San Faith - Pebble Hope - Jasmine Pride - Slawn
When Mars awoke, he found himself in an unfamiliar set of tunnels. He was surrounded by cats that he mostly didn't recognize, but the ones in the circle closest to him were painfully familiar. They were cats he'd grown up with, comrades that he'd lost. He had come to receive his seven lives from the Blind Protector. It was still hard to believe that he would be the commander of the Renegade Regime, but he would do his best to make everyone proud.
"Mars. Son of Slawn. Son of Scales. It is good to finally meet you, my chosen Commander."
The sea of spirits, see-through specters that glowed faintly in the darkness around them, silently parted to make way for an imposing, slender tom that strolled forward towards the young Mercenary. The tom's form shone an impressive silver; so glossy and sheen that it was impossible to tell whether the cat himself had a pelt or not. What was clear were his eyes; a white, milky color, with no visible iris to be seen. A pure blind cat. Yet, all the same, a protector.
The Blind Protector stopped just in front of Mars, emotionless, and staring him directly in the eyes. Despite knowing full well that the diety was blind, it was as if he was looking right into the living cat's soul. Perhaps even far beyond it.
"Tragedy after tragedy has befallen my precious Regime. My soldiers are frightened and losing hope, and the road ahead is only more treacherous. Are you ready to take responsibility for their protection?"
(Thank you! I've got Thyme down! Also, the lives aren't in any particular order except for Slawn who will be his last life)
Mars lowered his head respectfully the moment he recognized the Blind Protector. Not many cats actually got to meet with this cat while they were still living so it was both a privilege and an honor for him to be standing here today. At his question, Mars lifted his head, allowing himself to look into the eyes of the ancient cat that had protected the Regime over the years. His eyes held a newfound confidence. While he knew that he was weak on his own, as long as he had the Regime, he had nothing to fear. "I am." It would be difficult, but he was going to return the Regime to its former glory or die trying. He owed them all that much.
The faintest of smiles seemed to cross over the Blind Protector's muzzle at Mars' answer and the ancient tom dipped his head, satisfied. "Then I have chosen well," he remarked, moving to stand beside the new Commander. His sightless eyes turned to scan the gathering of spirits, each one standing a bit straighter under his all-knowing gaze. After the murmurs of the crowd had fallen silent, he addressed them.
"Let the first to give a life come forward and give it, along with their blessings for the Regime's future."
For a brief moment following, the diety glanced over to stare silently at one of the tunnel's openings, as if waiting for something.
A small brown she-cat stepped forward, her green eyes shimmering. As Castiel’s younger sister, it almost made sense that she would be giving a life. She had died saving her brother from a falling boulder when they were younger, thus why she was giving the life of courage. She padded up to the new commander, eyes soft. “With this life, I give you the courage to face any challenge for the regime. Use it well against any threat that you may face.” She reached up and touched the tom with her nose, her gentle personality causing her to flinch ever-so-softly at the thought of Mars having to endure the pain that would come with receiving such a life. After, she melted back into the crowd of cats.
Mars wasn't prepared for the rush of pain that this life brought. It threatened to crush him under it's weight, almost causing his legs to buckle underneath him. He stood there, stubbornly refusing to give in depsite the pain and eventually it faded away.
The second cat to step forward brought back some very painful memories. It was a she cat with sleek black fur and bright yellow eyes. Raven, his first mate and the one that had died in the tunnel collapse killing both her and their unborn tykes. "With this life I give you love." She touched her nose to his. The life she gave him was gentle and caring. It made him feel relaxed and at ease for the first time in a very long time. As the feeling ebbed, Raven stepped back into the ranks of spirits and all Mars could do was watch with a longing look in his eyes.
Almost as soon as Raven began to walk away, a small silver fluffball burst from the crowd, bounding cheerfully towards Mars. It actually took a few seconds for the tom to recognize just who this she-cat was: Chaman Pebble, no longer the ragged, three-legged Veteran that he knew her as before her tragic murder. Now she was young and free. Grinning from ear to ear, the former Chaman stared up at Mars with joy, despite only actually coming up to his shoulder in size. "Mars! It's so wonderful to see you again!" She purred. "It's a bit funny, actually; I've witnessed this ceremony so many times, but this is the first time I've been able to give of life of my own. I'm really happy that I can give it to you, Mars."
Leaning up, Pebble pressed her nose to Mars' forehead. "With this life, I give you Faith. Not only in the Blind Protector, but faith in your groupmates as well. All cats have some good in their hearts; it's up to you to believe in it." The double meaning in her words was clear; even after her own death, she couldn't find it in herself to hate Kotori for killing her. Turning away, the she-cat sent Mars one more smile before retreating into the ranks of their ancestors.
Seeing Pebble again was also a bittersweet moment. Pebble was the one that had helped his mother through his birth and he was sure she had tended to his mother through her sickness more than once. To have her here giving him a life now almost brought tears to his eyes. He had lost so many on his journey in life, but each and every event had brought him to this moment. He honestly didn't even mind the searing pane that came with this life. Three lives...He had four more to go. He was already growing tired, but he would have to endure it. It was his first rite of passage as the Renegade Regime's commander.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Nov 15, 2018 23:33:02 GMT -5
Shadow had sat, tail curled around her paws, in the back of the group, her sable pelt helping her to blend into the darkness of the tunnels. Though not Regime born in a time when blood was all that mattered, Shadow had the deepest loyalty to the group that took her in when her life was falling apart. Her loyalty to the group was unwavering, and the thought that she would be able to contribute something of herself to help protect and care for the Regime into the future made her heart swell with pride. Seeing Pebble step back, Shadow dipped her head low in respect. One Chaman to another, the knowledge that sacrifices had been made for the Regime neither would regret.
"Mars," she began, voice like silky night in the silence of the tunnels, "You have fathered and raised spectacular soldiers of Regime, soldiers that would gladly give their lives for the group's safety. You have partnered with cadets and offered them a steady paw and dedication to your job that is unequalled. These traits and more exemplify the loyalty to the Regime that I gift to you. Making difficult choices is part of the territory as Commander, and I will not lie and say that you will not be forced to choose between life and death. However, so long as your choices are what is best for the Regime, what will protect your family and friends the most, you will have the grace and support of the Blind Protector and your ancestors at your back."
She pressed her nose to his head, revealing a surprising amount of strength in such a small she-cat. "It is hard to choose between good and bad, right and wrong," she murmured, the words for his ears only. "You will fail. Everyone has. What matters is where you're heart is. If you make decisions that you think are the best for the Regime, you have my support. Don't go trying to kill off all the half-bloods or anything, and you'll be fine." The little bit of levity in her voice was mirrored in her eyes as she stepped back, the barest hint of a smile tugging at her mouth. "Go forward, Mars, and remain loyal to the Renegade Regime."
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POSTEDNov 16, 2018 0:56:52 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
A black cat with grey silhouette markings across her amethyst eyes stepped forward. San, the Chaman of Renegade Regime and the blind queen was slayed by Kotori's paws. Her eyes seemed clearer now and she smiled at the sight of Mars because for the first time she could see him. She stepped forward, "With this life I give you the life of discipline. Remember that the right way isn't always the easiest, but have the discipline inside of you to choose what is right," San leaned in and before the pain could hit Mars she whispered in the softest voice that Mars felt more than he heard, "find Flyingcolors."
Pain rippled throughout Mars, it tore at him like sound, slowly unraveling him until suddenly he was back together, standing in the same place he had. San had already stepped back into the crowd. Watching him, a utter solemn to her appearance.
Mars had at least had time to brace himself before this life, but that hardly made it any easier. His eyes were locked on San. She had told him to find Flyingcolors. Who was that? The name was unfamiliar to him, but it had to be important. He wanted to ask San who this was and why he needed to find them, but before he could, he saw someone else approaching him, someone he had not seen in a very long time. It was a delicate black and white she cat with kind green eyes. The sight of her left him completely speechless. His mother...He'd lost her so many moons ago it was hard to believe that she was standing in front of him now with the light of pride shining in her eyes. "Mars I am so proud of you. You never gave up on your dreams and it's all led you here. You will do great things my son." She had to stretch to reach Mars's nose. This life was not a painful one. It was full of hope for tomorrow. With this life he felt like it was like to be on the brink of despair, reaching out for the last light he saw, he knew the fear and pain of being alone only to be comforted by a good friend. As she backed away to rejoin the others in the circle around him, Mars awaited the final cat that would give him his seventh life.
But no one stepped forward. Several silent moments past, but no other spirit emerged from the crowd. The ghosts glanced at each other in surprise, confused and worried murmurs rising from them; clearly, this hadn't been planned. However, they were quickly silenced as the Blind Protector raised his transparent silver tail, taking a step forward to address them. "Be patient," he chided, and the mass of felines respectfully dipped their heads. "The cat to give the final life will be with us shortly. At this very moment, he is taking his final breaths in the world of the living, and his soul shall be welcomed as a loyal and faithful soldier to the Regime."
With the faintest of movements, he glanced backward at Mars. "I apologize, Commander, that you should return to one less soldier in your ranks. But believe in my wisdom when I say..." In a sudden, quick motion he turned completely around, staring at the same tunnel he had been quietly watching for the entire ceremony. "...that it was his time. He has waited long enough for this day."
Following the Blind Protector's example, everyone turned their unwavering attention to the tunnel, observing with understanding, accepting eyes as a black figure stepped out into the cavern, like a shadow separating completely from the darkness. A lean, muscular tom emerged, tall and proud; a silky pitch-black pelt shining in the light, and a long, whip-like tail trailing behind him. But what stood out the most was his cheeky smile, and above it, eyes as green as the trees of Greenleaf, joyous like a tyke seeing the surface for the first time, and focused on a single cat amid the entire assembly.
Tears flooded Slawn's eyes as his gaze met her's, and he chuckled sheepishly, taking in the sight of his mate for the first time in years.
Jasimine's eyes lit up when she saw Slawn. While she knew that Mars would struggle with his loss, joy at being reunited with Slawn after all of these years overwhelmed her. She had watched him suffer after her death. She had watched over him as their family grew and grew and she had been by his side as his mind had slipped away. She broke away from the assembly of cats and made her way over to Slawn. For the first time in a long time, she pressed her pelt against his, feeling the familiar strength and security his presence had brought her in her life. At last, they were together again and yet...She looked up at him. "I was with you the entire time. I've watched over you and the family we built together. Now...It's time for you to welcome the Renegade Regime's newest commander with his final life." Her expression was one mixed of love, excitement, and pride as she turned to look back at Mars. She wanted Slawn to see. She wanted him to realize that the son they never gave up on had surpassed everyone's expectations and had fulfilled his destiny.
Mars was staring at the black tom now, his eyes wide in disbelief. His father? No one had told him he was getting ready to pass. He could have put off his lives ceremony. He had wanted to be there, to make sure his father knew he wasn't alone. Even if he hadn't been well...Even if he hadn't realized how far he had come in life, he had wanted him to be there when he returned as the commander. "Father?" While he wanted to make his way through the gathered cat to his side, something told him that he should stay right where he was.
Slawn let out a warm purr as he took in his mate's scent; his heart soared as the smell was still so familiar to him, despite all the time that they had spent apart. He pulled her close, holding her tightly as if he was afraid of her disappearing again should either of them let go. It was a stupid fear though, and he knew that. His mind was completely clear for the first time in moons. They would be together for the rest of eternity...not even the Blind Protector himself could separate them now. "I know you were," he whispered, licking Jasmine's forehead. "I could always feel you with me; I was never alone. You should be proud of our tykes, my love. They've become more than I could ever dream of them being." His voice was full of pride and love as he thought of their daughters, who were currently huddled together beside the mortal body he left behind. The only thing he would even consider as a regret was that he wouldn't be there to see Diana's sons grow up.
At Jasmine's prompting, the tom turned his head to look at Mars with an eager grin that grew from ear-to-ear. In a few short, youthful bounds, the tom made his way down across the cavern to where his son stood flabbergasted, only pausing a moment to dip his head to the Blind Protector. The diety only gave a ghost of a smile in return and stepped back to allow his loyal soldier to have the moment he was promised.
"Mars," Slawn meowed, leaning forward to lick his son's head lovingly. "I'm sorry that I can't be with you any longer, and I'm even sorrier that you had to find out this way, but the Blind Protector made me a promise. That delusional veteran you left behind is not the image that I want you to remember me by. I wanted to be here, as I am, to show you just how proud I am of you. From the moment you were born, you were my pride and joy; I knew that you were destined for great things. I refused to listen to those Guiders that said you would never walk or be a Mercenary, my heart despaired and felt sorrow when you lost Raven, and I patiently waited every moment for when you would return from the twolegplace with your new tykes. You and your sisters mean the world to me, Mars. You are my world, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you will lead our home to greatness."
Tears freely falling from his eyes, Slawn touched Mars' forehead with his nose. "With this life...I give you pride. The pride that Jasmine and I have always felt for you, the pride that you should feel for who you are, and the pride that the Renegade Regime will feel for generations to come every time they mention your name. And above all, be proud of your home, and of your family. Because the whole of the Regime is your family now. Protect them, my son."
Tears formed in Mars's eyes at the life his father gave him. All he had ever wanted was to make him proud, to live up to his father's expectations and maybe even surpass them. He had let Slawn down time and time again and yet he could still be this proud. "Thank you father...I promise I will lead the Regime to greatness and I will do my best to live up to your expectations." He looked from his mother to his father. It would be hard going on without them, but both of them had influenced his life in so many ways. He owed it to them to keep moving forward, to make them proud to call him their son and to be the commander that the Regime needed.
