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Post by Honeystorm on Mar 19, 2020 22:19:40 GMT -5
( Shule is the new Commander of the Regime! Please thank Ian for their time as Commander, they did an amazing job, and welcome Circle as RR's new Scout Superior and Deputy! <3 At this point, the Cadets captured by WinterClan have not yet been recovered. )
The entirety of the Regime had gathered in Headquarters. Shule stood above the group, crystalline gaze roving over the forms of each and every cat within. They were painfully small, nowadays. It wasn't so long ago she could remember the place being packed, and now, it hardly seemed to fill the place, by comparison. It was less than half of previous seasons. No longer. She had never given up on them before, and today would not be the day she did. Especially not today.
"Regime." She began, looking ever the part of strong and stoic as she always was. Once upon a time, she'd been Sentinel under her mate Sean's Commander moons, and now things had flipped. Sean was her mate, and now he was her Sentinel. Funny, how times changed. She had, for such a long time, imagined being Commander, and now she was here. In a way, it was hard. No longer could she, the 'good soldier' of the Regime, simply take orders and ignore the ramifications. Now she was the one giving orders, and that was a stark realization, wasn't it?
The white pawed she-cat didn't get the option to listen anymore. Shule took a deep breath. "As of today, I am your new Commander."
Le Petit Volontaire smiled widely and glanced around him before nudging shoulders with the cat closest, "this is exciting isn't it!" He chirped. "It's the start of a new era! Maybe we'll start impaling cats heads on spikes next! I knew a tom who used to do that outside an old twolegs place. He said it kept away unwanted visitors but I think he simply enjoyed finding new and creative ways to try and unsettle his mate." He leaned back with a fond smile as he remembered his old friend Dracula, one of the only cats he had considered staying with permanently. Sadly it hadn't been meant to be, the toms mate chasing him off with prejudice after he 'overstayed' his welcome.
"Or perhaps we can make lots of flower crowns and give them to the clan cats as 'gifts' but they will be coated in positions!" He looked over at the cat he had bumped shoulders with looking almost manic in his excitement. "Oh I should suggest this idea! I'm very good at making flower crowns you must understand! It was all I could do for awhile after I was cursed for a sort while after a horrible affair I won't get into!"
Damon gaped open his jaws in surprise. Shule was the new commander? He didn't see that coming. He supposed the Regime somewhat needed a change-up but this wasnt what he expected. He startled as he felt a nudge at his shoulder. Glancing over, he noticed Le Petit Volontaire beside him. The tom was rambling on about putting heads on spikes and making flower crowns. Damon gave a scoot away from the tom, a little creeped out by his out-of-the-ordinary ideas. "Um...maybe?" Was all he could get out. He wasnt sure how to even respond.
Cas sat in a corner, eyes narrowed. He could care less who was actually commander, as long as they did a decent job and as experienced as Shule was, he expected nothing less from her.
Xuxa stayed towards the back of the crowd, no surprise, she typically was. She was a spy, but many speculated that it was from her horrible stench, but no one, but innocent tykes could truly say that she smelled bad. Her stink came from the horrible smelling herbs she had to dress on her bulging scars to ensure they didn't get infected. Most of the time she was met with sympathetic smiles and cringing faces. Shule was one of the few people who didn't look at her for her scars and it pleased her. Still her unblinking gaze was cold and distant towards Shule, but what else could she do? If she had the choice to choose anyone in the Regime it could only be Shule, no one else was really worthy of leading it and anyone who was she couldn't tolerate like Shule. She shrugged her own coldness off, "Long live the commander!" Xuxa called out.
Sean playfully swung his tail around hers as he gave a little bump, "Wow, commander huh? Glad I didn't have to wait as long as you," He purred and meant it fully. He was happy he became a commander while he was younger and more reckless. He was able to party hard every night, make crazy decisions, and grow from it. Not the boring adult he was now where everything was stationed. Or more so he had tried to grow more responsible since Shule was made Mercenary Superior. But now that she was made commander being responsible was a sealed fate, how much could he really goof of when it reflected on Shule now? "You'll be a great commander, I just hope that things go better for you than they did with me."
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 21, 2020 20:50:16 GMT -5
Shule couldn't help the small smile at her mate's presence, a soft laugh escaping her at his suggestion. "Well, with you here, I know things will be alright." She mewed softly, such that only he could hear, before turning once more to the Regime. "We thank Gossamer for her time as Commander, even if she did manage to gamble away her leadership today. Hopefully my leadership will bring some much needed stability to these tunnels."
The new Commander focused on a particular face in the crowd, a certain tom who was talking. "Le Petit Volontaire, please step forward." She hadn't warned him of her intentions, and she now considered perhaps she could have asked him to accept prior to this, but given that he'd come at Gossamer's call, she hardly doubted he would now just turn his back on her. The she-cat had thought about giving Dusky the position, but though she knew he could handle it, his recent ties to SunClan might still make others wary, and more than that, she didn't want anyone getting the idea she enjoyed nepotism. Already, much of her family held positions of power.
The tom in question blinked and glanced around, before glancing down and back up, raising a paw and pointing it towards himself, "moi?" He questioned a sly smile crawling across his face before he stood and swayed his way up a few steps. He gave a wink to Damon for no other reason than a petty little desire to further unsettle the tom that hadn't quite been that subtle about how Le Petit Volontaire had been unsettling him. The up until recently former wanderer was pleased by this delightful little turn in events, having a sneaking suspicion on where this was going. Then again it was rather obvious why the now Commander Shule might call him forward, so perhaps he was getting too puffed up about his own deductions for no reason. And even after thinking through all of this he decided he was going to let himself be mighty pleased with himself even if perhaps he had done nothing to deserve carrying such an emotion.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 25, 2020 12:41:28 GMT -5
Indeed, it was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Usually a new Commander wouldn't start their leadership by just disciplining someone. And Shule certainly wasn't about to limit their numbers further. "Volontaire, you have more than proven yourself a worthy hunter in the Regime. From this point on, you shall be my Scout Superior, and help to ensure that the group is well fed." On the subject of hunting, her gaze now swept once more over the Regime. "Your guidance and skill will be needed, as, from this point, until such a time as we have enough Scouts, all able Cadets and Soldiers will be required to learn to hunt, and spend at least an hour a day practicing or hunting."
That order was one that was unexpected. The Regime, for so long, had prided itself on it's four, unique, ranks, each with their own duty. And now she was shaking up the status quo by now making every cat responsible for bringing in prey, though the Scouts would still be the most needed for hunting, as every other cat only had to hunt for an hour. Even so, with everyone hunting, Shule hoped that the less frigid weather, the Regiem could get back to a healthy state soon enough.
Damon's gaze followed Volontaire and he raised a brow at the new Scout Superior's wink. Volontaire was an interesting tom - that was something everyone could agree on. He was surprised that Shule chose him of all Renegade cats for that position. Luckily, he wasnt in a major position such as commander. He would be poisoning everyone with his toxic flower crowns and parading around with a cat's head on spike. A shudder ran down Damon's back but he chose to put it aside and listen to what Shule had to say next. Damon was taken by surprise when Shule suggested that everyone learn to hunt. Damon wasnt a hunter, he was a mercenary and a kitty-pet before that. He survived a bit on his own until he came across Renegade Regime but it wasnt long. He wasnt even sure if he remembered how to hunt. What if he made himself look like a fool? He would be the Renegade's biggest laughing stock. However, the commanders word was law and Shule was now their commander. He supposed he would have to make it work somehow or deal with everyon laughing at him.
