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You know, Peach thought to himself as he trudged begrudgingly back into the city, maybe I did take on another leadership role a little too early. He'd taken it upon himself to lead the coalition when they'd clearly needed some help, but now he couldn't help but feel his presence had only make things worse. Still, there was still time for a triumphant comeback, and it was with that thought in mind that he padded up to the dead monster, sitting down to look at it. He'd heard through the grapevine that the previous heda had liked this spot. Perhaps he could find his own little piece of the territory that he could claim as his own.
( there is absolutely no subtext in this whatsoever )
A head popped out of the monster. It was a small head, one that at one time everyone knew. Perhaps they still did, she mused with a flick of her tail. Perhaps they didn't. The felines of the Coalition were strange and fleeting. Their very existence seemed challenged constantly. That had been why she had first been drawn to the group, all of those moons ago. Oh, well. Her eye, the other was hidden by an eyepatch, lazily blinked as she stared down at the tom. How interesting, she thought with a flick of her tail.
"I believe you must be in the wrong place," she hummed with a flick of her tail. "Absum Lux territory ends about ten feet that way. Whatever will I do if this little spot was to be taken from me?" It had never been clear if Absum Lux territory extended to the monster. It seemed to belong to whoever the previous leader said it did. Was Peach the kind of cat to honor the agreement? The brown she-cat was unsure. How interesting this afternoon will be, indeed.
Peach blinked, his initial thought of oh hell it's a ghost almost immediately replaced by oh hell what is that thing on her face. "It's ten feet, get a life," he muttered, not in the mood to argue. "Who cares. Ten feet. Not me. What if I just want to look at a dead monster every once and a while, huh? And not think about the coalition? Is that so bad? You know what, never mind. It's yours. Don't want it. Ten feet's too many. Ugh."
She let out an amused purr. So, this was the new leader of the Coalition. He wasn't anything special, now, was he? Whatever happened to Nova? The questions lingered in her mind as she stood from her position in her monster and jumped down. The distance between the two was quickly closed, and she ran her tail across his pelt. "Someone's having a bad day, aren't they?" she meowed, little more than a whisper as she continued her circling of him. This was a good way to get killed, but some cats were born without the ability to fear death. This feline was one of them. "Anythin' a girl can do to help, hmm?" Amusement flashed through her gaze. It had been a while since the she-cat had had anything remotely entertaining happen in her life, which meant this interaction was just what she was looking for.
Peach let out a low growl. "Destroy all my enemies for me," he murmured, only half kidding. Actually, Absum Lux didn't have any enemies as far as he knew; he'd gotten the sense that they'd somewhat made peace with Primal Instinct at the last rev groups gathering, and that particular spat hadn't even been his fault anyway. They were even part of a four-way alliance now - an alliance that Peach felt he had yet to take full advantage of, but still, an advantage. Still, the point stood. "Or repair the main spire of the church for me. I went up there the other day and poked a giant hole through it, and I'm pretty sure Wes-kepa saw me." Was it wise to be leaking that kind of information to this random half-faced cat? Eh, maybe she'll actually fix the church for me. Can't count out miracles.
"Enemies, darling, do you even have them?" She had heard the rumblings of rumors, rumors that suggested that Mother E'tani and Sigmund were willing to look over the little spat between the Coalition and the League. After all, hadn't it helped Mother E'tani gain power? The tabby she-cat tilted her head, the expression on her face changing. Wes-kepa. There was a hint of disappointment in her gaze when he spoke the name. Wes hadn't been promoted yet? She shook her head; that wasn't her problem. "How on earth did you manage to do that? Have you tried to patch it up? There should be a pile of wood in the basement of the church, it would be easy to use it to mud to the ceiling, hmm?" She didn't realize what she had done, or maybe she had. Her intentions had never once, not even a single time in her sprawling life, been clear.
Peach gave the she-cat A Certain Look. "...I'm not going to ask about how you know about the wood in the basement," he muttered, lacking the energy to care about Half-Face having creepy amounts of knoweldge about the coalition's camp. "I believe the termites got to them, however. Still, maybe the termites would enjoy a little bit of a...view."
"A woman never tells her secrets," she meowed with a shrug. God, this tom was daft. Would they all be so daft? Part of her couldn't bother to be bothered figuring it out. After all, there was more in the world than the Coalition. Why, then, did she always end up back at its door? "I'm sure the termites would love the view more than you'll appreciate having a hole in the ceiling, but who am I?" Just a ghost that seemed tethered to this land. "You're Peach, aren't you, darling?"
"It's not right in the ceiling," he hissed, "it's in the spire. Though if it were in the ceiling...I'd keep it. Absum Lux deserves a swimming pool for the summer." Or at least, he wanted one. Note to self: talk to Pluto about the logistics of making a swimming pool in the church, or at least filling the abandoned one with water. He'd tried it with SpringClan, but they'd had a drought almost immediately after he proposed the idea. "And yes, I am Peach. Usually I'm more...put-together than this, but...I suspect you know how it is," he said, measuring his words carefully. Based off her appearance and tone of voice, he suspected he knew who she was, but would prefer not to voice his thoughts out loud, for fear of exposing an identity.
I suspect you know how it is. She blinked- or was it a wink with only one uncovered eye? - at the assertion the tom had just made. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as daft as she thought he was. "And, what, pray tell, could ever give you that assumption?" she asked innocently, tipping her head. "I've never been disheveled in my entire life." Her voice was sing-songy. That was a bold faced like. She proabably had never been put together in her entire life, that was probably more like it. "You can call me S, by the way. Just S. Unless you've got something better to call me, hmm?"
"You've got a big giant patch-thingy over your eye," he said, pointing with his tail vaguely in the direction of the she-cat's face, "and you popped out of the dead monster, and you have an intimate knowledge of Absum Lux territory and camp, and your name apparently starts with an S. I have a hunch." Still, he wasn't about to go and call this cat by a name she didn't seem to want to go by anymore. How would he feel if people kept calling him Peachstar? ...Probably not outright annoyed like he would have been a moon ago, but confused all the same. "S will suffice," he said, "unless you'd like to go by Shea. S-H-E-A, specifically."
"Nah, S's good, lamb chops, but I appreciate the offer," she purred with a shrug. "And the eye patch, it's a fashion statement, love. Aren't the gays supposed to be up on the fashion trends? I vaguely remember a particular tom you may or may not fancy still probably needing an eye patch. I can get him fixed up with a good one, if my girl is still in the business," she meowed casually, pursing her lips for a moment. Would the tom tell the world her little secret? She wasn't sure how well she could trust him, especially because she knew the crowds he ran with. However, if he knew who she was, he probably knew that outright pissing her off was probably not the best idea. It was an idea, all right, but it would be more trouble for both of them than it was probably worth.
"You're good," Peach murmured. "I like Fuzzyheart's face. He's got the only one like it. Your 'secret' is safe with me, by the way," he added, "assuming it is a secret in the first place. We just got peace with Primal Instinct and got into an alliance and I repaired my once-irreparable friendship with Burningstar and Foxstar, and I'd rather not blurt out that the forest's Public Enemy Number One is back and hanging out in the dead monster. You can, if you want. But we'll deny everything."
"Look, I didn't do anything to Foxstar or Burningstar, so you can suck my tail," she meowed with a smirk. "I'm a bit disappointed in the whole Primal Instinct thing, if I'm being honest with myself. It isn't surprising, though. You're a clan leader at heart, completely unequipped to lead a group that doesn't dance in the flowers or whatever it is that SpringClan does now adays." She shrugged. "But, alas, not my problem I guess. At least Vera's linage has been toppled, god damn finally." She then took a few steps back from the tom. "Between you and me, none of these cats are going to catch on in Absum Lux. They've got a combined total of eight braincells. So as long as you keep your mouth shut," she stretched out with a yawn, "it'll be our little secret."
"Tell me S, which small animal crawled up your hole and died this time?" Peach rolled his eyes. "If you were going to be disappointed about Primal Instinct not being ground into dust right now, then maybe you should have focused less of your attention on imagining up a general." Little bit harsh, but the Nova thing was still really funny to him, and he didn't want to waste an opportunity to bring it up. "By the way, our territory is cursed now, or something," he said, feeling annoyed all over again at Absum Lux's unfortunate string of bad luck. "Which isn't my fault, amazingly. Apparently bad things happen if too much 'negative emotion' builds up in one spot, so I suggest we move elsewhere before we really start arguing and the whole monster just explodes."
( al's curse plot has definitely started by now yup yup )
