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Constantine had officially crossed the border into Renegade Regime territory some time ago. He had not wandered through here much on his travels which was perhaps why Leviathan had picked this district for him. His mate knew how much he loved a good mystery. The MoonClan tom's mission was simple: Meet with the neighbors and introduce himself. Get to know them, make a friend, stay well-connected. Constantine wasn't particularly charming, but he was confident with strong communication skills. He also knew when to back out and when to push.
He was tasting the air for evidence of a cat when he felt the ground shift below him. He let out a startled yelp as the earth beneath his paws began to violently separate and break away. The mostly white tom tried to jump to more sturdy ground but the pressure of his back paws only exasperated the cave in, "Fox-dung!" He cursed as he fell into the darkness, much deeper than he would have ever expected. He saw the ground raise toward him like a wave and braced for impact.
Constatine hit the ground hard and felt his left hind leg twist unnaturally as he rolled to a stop. He hadn't heard a snap but his leg was definitely at least sprained. He didn't have time to worry about that, though. Almost as soon as the dust began to settle, he felt a pair of eyes on his pelt. Hackles rising in apprehension and pain, he called out, "Who's there?"
"I am the spirit of the earth, here to punish you for walking upon me so carelessly all these miserable years you've been alive." The words drawled through the tunnel, bouncing off the walls and to the ears of Constantine. The speaker emerged from the darkness that enveloped the unused tunnels while shaking out his gray and white pelt, the collapse having sent rocks and dust every which way. The tom was rather lucky he hadn't been killed by this most recent cave in, had been at-least clever enough to have been listening to the rumble of earth. As one always should be when venturing through the tunnels that had long since been abandoned. Lady luck seemed to have been rather finicky though, as while he stood unharmed he could not say the same for the other.
"How kind of you to drop in like this." Letting out a chuckle under his breath at his own joke. He moved forward to stand just in-front of the other, perhaps careless as the other had not yet proven himself to not be a threat. But one would never describe Le Petit Volontaire as cautious in his interactions or motives. "Now I shall bury you alive to you may nourish me and pay your dues!" He boomed rather suddenly leaning forward and trying to look menacing. The whole performance was ruined when he broke in guffaws to soon and had to fall back a few steps to try and collect himself, the few attempts to speak swallowed once more by his own glee.
It wasn't until a few strong moments of struggle that he finally swallowed the last of his hysteria and straightened once more. Letting out an awkward cough as he realized the other probably didn't find him all that funny. "All jokes aside, I suppose I should first ask who you are before I tell you who I am. As you're the... guest here."
"Are you serious? He smells like he's from the ForestClan district," Sentinel Sean pointed out with a wrinkled nose, "He's probably from SunClan still bent on getting revenge for us imprisoning their ex priestess. Unless you're DayClan, which, I guess I would make sense, you're always falling into our territory and getting hurt. But I gotta say, I feel I would recognize both of those scents and you're just a little bit off from it."
Sean was tall, way above average for a Regime cat. Most Regime cats were just an inch or two smaller than average to fit in the tunnels comfortably, but he was taller than even the average clan cat, which likely made his daily life a pain. He was a gorgeous tom, amber brown fur dominated his God given body, lone silhouettes of willow bark hues trickled down his scarred snout and were speckled along his sepia colored chest. Gold colors caress across the tips of his tail and ears like pressed buttercups. His eyes carried an exotic gilded green with a long scar along his right eye like a chipped piece on an otherwise perfect statue.
"Must you be such a fun killer." Le Petit Volontaire sighed as he cast a sour look at Sean, pronounced pout on his features as he stepped away from the clan cat with slouching shoulders. "All I wanted was time for dramatic monologues and introductions. And I can't even have that much can I!" He bemoaned and then he glanced towards the tom on the ground once more. "You should leave now while you still have a chance, if you can't walk then crawl, everyone here lacks a sense of drama." The tom sent another sour look towards Sentinel Sean before he scuffed the dirt with his paws, giving a pronounced sigh and hoping the other regime cat would repent for his actions.
This strategy almost never worked for him though, even more so after joining the regime and so after one more loud and huffed sigh he gave in. "Oh forget it I suppose. The magic of the moment has been ruined. Might as well be boring about this then, but who knows maybe if he can't walk you can eat him alive." Perking up once more he turned to Sean with a wide eyed look before rushing into the others space.
He cast another look at the intruder before leaning in to whisper to the Sentinel, "will you pretend you want to eat him alive please? Please Sean at-least let me have a little bit of fun with this?!"
Constantine did not get to his paws right away more out of caution than physical incapability. Two cats had found him so quickly that he suspected that this was either a trap or he was unlucky enough to drop right in on a significant location for this group. As his odd-eyes adjusted to the low lights and he saw numerous pathways that lead to darkness. Underground tunnels. He wondered just how deep these really went. Surely not past the borders...? No, he wasn't going to ask a question like that so soon. There was just so much to take in in such a short amount of time. Right now he aught to focus on survival.
The first cat to approach reminded Constantine of someone... Alastor? He had a flair for the dramatic and was certainly a showman. He knew these kind of cats fairly well. They were not that easy to rile so long as he played along. It was hard to tell if his threats were serious, though. His aura did have darkness... maybe he was confusing it that with the actual darkness surrounding them? That second cat, though, he seemed to be a bit more of an authority. No-nonsense and sharp. He was one to watch closely. His aura was very unique, he'd never seen one quite like it. Constantine inhaled and got to his paws but put no pressure on his wounded leg.
"I am Constantine, and yes, I can walk. Just a sprain," He replied with a respectful bow of his head. He was nowhere near the size of Sean but perhaps a little bit taller than average. His mostly white pelt was medium in length and presently brown with earth. He had very good posture despite his injury, "You are correct, I am from one of the forest Clans, but none that you have mentioned. Forgive my pun, but all I wanted to do in coming here today was drop in and introduce myself. MoonClan is under young leadership that does not fully know the ways of these lands. I have been sent to learn."
"How else would I spend my time, making people happy?" Sean scoffed with a slight whip of his head as though tossing invisible hair out of his eyes. A devilish smile played at his lips, as his tail slowly waved on a lighter form of gravity before suddenly flicking, "Perfect," He said, his smile deepening into a colder grin, "cause this was getting cheesy real fast, consider yourself welcome." His exotic green gaze looked back to Constantine before a wave of disgust reached his expression making his own tail spike, "Excuse you, eat him? Like I'd put that amount of fat on my bones and you don't need the calories either," He scoffed once more.
His composure returned to something of a sympathetic expression, "Yeah, Renegade cats don't really do that. If you want knowledge, maybe go to a clan that doesn't literally live underneath a rock. We keep to ourselves," He said, not mentioning DayClan who had been allies to them for about four generations of commanders. But even then it took Glowstar's endless persistence and dedication to win the Regime's trust. "I can give you a distant history lesson if you want, but that's about the only bone I'm going to throw."
Le Petit Volontaire rolled his eyes so hard they just about fell our of his skull at Sean's words "how dull." He huffed in response to being chastised for his joke about eating this now declared Moonclan tom. Leaning away and taking a step back to watch them both, sensing that he was rather poorly equipped to deal with Constantie who seemed to want knowledge that, even if he wished to give, the gray and white tom didn't have. The regime was a new stomping ground, well relatively new in his grand scheme of things. Most of his past moons within the tunnels had been more spent gossiping and making a nuisance of himself rather than learning the traditions or culture; what he did know was that which had been easily picked up on.
Still this was the first clan cat he had ever interacted long enough with to actually talk to and the whole affair was rather exciting. "Why can't we give him a tour! We can show him all this fine dirt and maybe he can take some back to Moonclan as a soviner." He cast the other a sideways look. "We don't have to show him anything substantial, just some dirt and nice workmanship while humoring him. He came all this way after-all, and the poor thing's already hurt himself on this quest."
"Because if we turn him away my curse about being a poor host will kick in and I'll have to eat crickets for weeks until it settles enough for me to tolerate meat again!" He smiled at both of them, "it's a long story that I would rather not get into but trust me when I say it is horrible." Delivered with conviction it was hard to know if the outlandish statement was a lie or a delusion he had convinced himself was the truth.
It seemed Renegade Regime cats were no more forthcoming than any other Group he had visited. Of course, this was the first one he had visited since Leviathan assumed his leadership position in MoonClan, which meant it had political implications unlike earlier encounters. Constantine sort of kicked himself for so freely revealing that the new leader of MoonClan was inexperienced. It had been a slip of the tongue and could have put the Clan at risk. Perhaps he really aught to have listened to Levee when he said it was best to stay within MoonClan's borders for awhile before branching out to meet other groups. At least these two did not seem concerned in the slightest about what he had let slip so far.
"A history lesson would be nice..." Constantine's voice was a little strained but non-aggressive. He didn't have body image issues but the mention of him mean mostly fat stung a little more than he expected. After all, the only reason he was in this cave was because the earth above couldn't hold his weight. Luckily the MoonClan tom was not very quick to anger. It seemed relations between the two toms that found his was more volatile than Constantine's presence was and he found that fascinating, "And I'm not sure sure a tour can be avoided if you want me out of your fur. Just how many tunnels are down here?"
He looked at the various tunnel entrances - or were they exits? - that lead to Goddess knows where. It was crazy to give an intruder and potential enemy a insider's look of one's home but perhaps the Renegade Regime were confident that no other cat could dare enter these tunnels without a guide. Constantine considered himself good with directions but this place was quickly starting to look like a maze.
"Prying is rude and ugly," Sean said in reply to Constantine's question asking him how many tunnels there were. He rolled his eyes at the two of them, "We are not giving him a tour of the tunnels, you would be endangering everyone's lives including his. You have a flare for dramatics and charm, but I'm sorry, your vigilance just isn't there to ensure Constantine's safety."
Sean walked past Constantine and although his fur barely brushed up against Constantine's the sentinels fur felt conditioned, velvet soft, it was like touching a smooth feather. He glanced back at Constantine, "What? I'm not going to give you a tour of the tunnels and if I told you why you would know too much. But you can walk along side me on the surface territory and hear the history and Le Petit Volontaire can too," He said extending the invite. In truth when Sean was commander of Renegade Regime he experienced first hand what happened when other clans went into the tunnels. The tunnels in Renegade Regime territory were not territory, the tunnels were the Regimes entire camp. While many clans could allow outsiders to see the land, but not the camp, for Renegade Regime you could not enter a tunnel without entering Renegade Regimes HQ. Constantine hadn't realized just how invasive it was to enter the tunnels and while Sean didn't fault him for it, he didn't want to explain why or else he was revealing too much. When he had been commander Primal Instinct had invaded their tunnels and while they wanted to pick a fight with fully grown cats they had to pass the Garden where the healers were and Post Kilo where the kits were.
His brown golden tipped tail beckoned the two, "Oh c'mon, I know you boys love a story," He cooed, his voice deepened its rhythm to something more playful and devious.
Le Petit Volontaire let out a delighted little laugh, "oh Sean, a tom after my own heart! You know how much I adore a good story." He was unbothered by the scolding, perhaps because his words had been more to rile Sean than anything else, one might never know. He noted the strained tone of Constantine's voice and had the urge to reassure the other, worried that if he got to uncomfortable they could have a problem on their hands. Moonclan wouldn't just send any old cat into the Regime's territory to talk with them, so it stood to reason that Constantine held some position of power and mattered to the clan in some way. Not that the Regime had a history of respecting that sort of thing from what Le Petit Volontaire knew, though admittedly that wasn't much.
If Sean hadn't already been attached to Commander Shule perhaps Volontaire could have had a fun few moons with the tom. Then again maybe he could insert himself within the pair as a third wheel on a few outings for a fun time. He wasn't sure he could ever quite manage to make that happen unless he sprung it on them as a surprise but it was a thought to keep in mind. "If we are not eating this Moonclan tom then we should hunt on our way back after burying him in a shallow grave them. Listening to stories makes my hungry." Again he was playing around and poking at disposing of the tom, finding amusement on how much more seriously others took him now that he carried a position among the Regime.
Back when he had been a simple wanderer no one had paid him anytime of day other than to curse him. His new occupation was proving to be much more fun and he could never resist the temptation to make the most of it in every situation.
Constantine furrowed his brow when Sean accused him of prying. He would have used a different word to describe it, but he couldn't think of it, so he let the thought go. The mostly white tom considered himself rather skilled at reading the room but it seemed that skill wasn't helping him much down here. The auras of his companions were just a little too chaotic to make much sense of them. Different colors represented different emotions for different spirits. It was easy for him to forget that when he typically only socialized with the same handful of cats. He'd need to be a little sharper if he wanted to learn anything and get out of here in one piece.
"I'm at your mercy," He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood a little bit, "So share what you will. I will do what I can to not... pry. I won't even ask your names." The mostly white tom shook the rest of the dirt off his pelt and padded after Sean with a marked limp, leaving Volontaire at his back despite what he had said about killing him. Constantine's ability to read auras may have been a little faulty earlier but he very much doubted that either of these toms were planning to attack him, at least not immediately, "Although forgive my curiosity for I find this system of territory very fascinating. In my travels I have never known cats to dwell below the ground like this."
"Really? I find digging graves makes me way more hungry than listening to stories," Sean said with surprise as he walked beside Constantine, his fur practically brushing up against the tom, "Let's see... Once upon a time before many of the clans there was a group known as Black Vision. The group lived in a two-leg park out in the city and was led by a tom who had two children, Abana, his daughter and Tarak, his son. When the father died Tarak and Abana both became leaders of the Black Vision, but they constantly fought. She-cats in Black Vision were meant to obey and provide kits, but Abana was a born leader. One day the two-legs went to war and the city was under attack. Things described as fire and lightning shooting out of the sky desecrated the city. When the blitz strikes were over Tarak wanted Black Vision to move underground for safety, but Abana wanted Black Vision to stay above ground and to help cats in need. Black Vision split in half, Tarak took the cats underground forming Renegade Regime and Abana stayed above ground becoming Avalon Everlasting, they truly were sister clans. But in the end, cowards always win, Avalon Everlasting fell, but Renegade Regime, we're still here. Staying underground to keep to ourselves and out of trouble is what we do best."
By the time Sean finished they were at the border where Sean shoved Constantine across, "Okay, over there is the newest clan, SwiftClan. That's a real interesting clan, you'll love researching them. Happy travels!" He purred with a wave of his paw.
Constantine took a step away from Sean, not favoring the closeness, although he hit his head against the low ceiling when he did so. He let out of quiet "oof" then lowered his head as to not repeat the mistake. He the tunnels unpleasant and could not imagine living down here for a long period of time. It would take a very hardy, patient cat to do so, and he judged both of his guides as such. Still, he found the tunnels fascinating. How did the cats keep the tunnels from flooding? What did they do with the excess dirt when digging their way trough the ground? Did they have problems with badgers, ground hogs? Did these tunnels extend past the borders? He had many burning questions but knew better than to test his luck and ask them. The cats he had found had been strangely accommodating but perhaps that was because they had the upper hand from the start.
The MoonClan tom kept quiet and listened to the story with deep curiosity. Despite how unrealistic it sounded, it seemed that Sean was telling what he believed to be the truth. Constantine decided not to discount it as legend and committed it to his memory as potential fact. He opened his mouth to thank Sean for the story only to see light filtering in through the outside. Moments later, he was unceremoniously shoved out of the tunnel, and yelped as his wounded leg gave out beneath him, causing him to crumple onto the ground, "Watch it!" He said sharply, glaring back at Sean, a glimpse of his true emotions showing. He quickly put his mask back on and sighed, dragging himself back up to a standing position, "Thank you for your stories and for helping me out of your tunnels. I was planning to visit SwiftClan today as well but I had been return to MoonClan in light of my present condition. I do pray that Selene graces you and the Renegade Regime with a pleasant spring and plentiful prey."
--- (we can end this here or keep going, up to you guys
