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(Elyon's got wind that there's some former AL cats and some league cats who might ulterior designs that don't line up with the goals of Funk and the league as a whole. So she's coming to get rid of them. You're welcome to make throwaway cats who can be either disgruntled AL members or league cats! You're also welcome to have cats join Elyon and assist her in killing the traitors (or enjoying the show))
Elyon had learned that there were some cats muttering about dissension in the league. And that was unacceptable.
Fortunately, these cats once she got her claws on them would make for fine additions to the bone garden she'd promised Funk. And she could even offer the meat to Innocentia if the she cat wanted to help Elyon clean the bones.
Elyon stalked through the city, heading in the direction of where the rat had told her where she could find them. Before she'd ripped his throat out.
Didn't need him squealing to them about trouble coming after all. She lifted her chin practically strutting down the sidewalk.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 20, 2019 21:39:21 GMT -5
Well, of course Senescence had to come along. The Internal Affairs Proxy knew everything that went on in the League. Everything. So when the whispers reached her ears, it was only a matter of time before action was to be taken. Of course, the cat had done himself no favors by revealing such information. She tracked Elyon, listening in silence to the information and trailing after the Assassin without a word. At some point, she simply stopped trying to hide her presence, and walked up beside the younger cat, not offering a word. Was there really anything she needed to say? Elyon could figure it out on her own, the scarred feline presumed.
