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(This is open to all who want to join in! In this thread will be the promotion from prisoner to a full warrior of Cadet Zion and the trial of the rest of the captured cadets from RR. These cats have been held captive for a month now and have yet to speak as to how or why they are in WinterClan territory. During the trial, they'll be a surprise guest. ) PhantomCleaverneverstarstarlostpLutoSpotConsuelaFaith|Moonwicca @ian strawberrycupidHoneystorm
Wintrystar called the whole clan together. Today was the day that they would learn answers. Solitude wasn't working, so they would try interrogation via a trial. All prisoners got one eventually, though they didn't always happen in a timely manner. A month overdue, but that didn't matter. All today would do was decide if they would remain prisoners or if they would be sent back to their clan. "Gather all of WinterClan. Circle around as we pass judgment on these cats." Two guards escorted the prisoners in question to the center of the camp, the rest of the clan circling around to watch. "Before we begin their trial, I will pardon one who has shown loyalty and trustworthiness to WinterClan." Not all would agree with her, but she'd already made her decision to pardon this particular cat.
Stomryblizzard was sitting a short distance from the leader, her eyes on the prisoners as they were brought forward and the clan began to surround them. She had never been apart of a trial as Heir to Winterclan, and she was too young to remember the last one, so he straightened herself, determined not to miss anything that was about to happen.
Wolfbee had spent quite a bit of time with Cadet Zion since he and his friends had been brought to Winterclan, and despite being from the Regime she had grown to like the young tom, now as she sat watching him and the others be escorted she couldn't help but feel her nerves quiver.
Cadet Zion pressed close to Cadet Louella protectively. Maybe if the Regime wasn't starving he'd feel ashamed by his state, but in the prison he had eaten better than he had at home and looked more healthier than the day that WinterClan had found him. Back when the patrol found him he was harder to keep track of, his white fur allowed him to blend in with the scenery easily and his long sheepdog fur covering his eyes made it difficult to read the tom. His tail swayed uneasily looking at the crowd, he wasn't sure if he should stare back or look at his paws, but when he thought of what his father would do he held his head high. He knew and took ownership that him and his friends had accidentally stepped onto WinterClan territory and tried his best to serve WinterClan for his mistake. He had been trapped for so long that today he was just about giving up any hope that they would be allowed out. Now that they were standing in front of the whole clan though his hopes were dashed and his mind traveled about a thousand miles a second running through every single horrible thing that could happen. Behind his bangs his electric green eyes held onto the few familiar faces he could see in the crowd. Lionwhisper had promised they wouldn't get hurt so they were probably safe... But what would happen to them if neither talked?
Cadet Louella was a long-haired cat but her fur was not very thick. She had grown quite a lot since her capture but, despite eating better in WinterClan than she ever had in the Regime, she was still slim, angular. Exotic-looking. Twolegs had bred her to look pretty and in that aspect they had succeeded. However, beauty did seem to come at a cost, as, if weather wasn't fair, Louella would always be at a disadvantage. The cinnamon tabby just wasn't suited for this sort of coldness. She had forgiven Cadet Zion for whatever he had done during their capture and turned him into her preferred pillow. She couldn't sleep if she wasn't tucked into his belly fur: She loved being little spoon.
She wasn't totally stupid, though. Louella had watched as Zion started buddying up with some of the WinterClan cats. He looked the part with that billowy white pelt of his and was thriving in ways she had never witnessed back at the Regime. So, when Wintrystar announced that one cat was getting pardoned, it was a no-brainer who that was, "Ugh, Cadet Zion, you are such a kiss-up. But never change." Louella meowed only for his ears. She didn't look all that nervous being on display for the entire enemy Clan although her fluffy brown tail-tip was twitching very slightly.
Lionwhisper sat on the sidelines, off to the side of Wintrystar though the distance was wide enough to make clear that the Knight had some leverage, but it was clear who was in charge. He sat straight up, his posture erect and poised as he watched the soldiers escort the prisoners to the clearing. As the ginger tom took in each cat, his gaze lingered longer on a particular tom, Cadet Zion who stepped forward, his head raised high as he moved forward. There was a short moment when the Lionwhisper notice the cadet turn in his direction and hold it for a while. Despite the curtain of fur that covered the cadet's green eyes, Lionwhisper knew the young tom's gaze was on him. A small part of the knight wanted to reassure the cadet that everything was alright, but he knew better than to give false hope. As much as Lionwhipser hoped the process would move well and steady, he knew that anything could happen and ultimately the decision lied in their Sovereign.
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Chestnutpaw sat quietly at her mentor's side, her brows knitted tightly in concern as she watched the Regime prisoners get escorted out to the center of camp. Though she was not at the center stage along side the prisoners, she still felt intimidated by the overwhelming eyes that watched the young prisoners. She leaned slightly onto her mentor's side, unsettled by the scene before her. She had only seen a trial once before, but she was far too little to comprehend the weight of it all.
"I was only trying to be helpful since they did feed us and nurse you back to health. If you weren't such a furious little fluff ball maybe you could have been a kiss up too," He teased, whispering to Cadet Louella. Still he felt uncomfortable, even though Cadet Louella was confident Wintrystar was talking about him, he didn't exactly think anything favorable was going to happen to them. He knew in Renegade Regime that a trial was only set for those who become prisoners, not people who were already prisoners. What came after being a prisoner? His paw moved over Cadet Louella's, he wanted to protect her, but really didn't know how that was going to be possible when every single member of the clan was out and he had no mercenary training.
The small she-cat looked around the assembled WinterClan cats with just a little bit of uneasiness. She didn't know much at all about this Clan's traditions but hoped they were more tame then, say, the League. It's not like she killed anybody. Plus she could use her age and cuteness to her advantage, you know, lay it on thick. She turned her blue eyes up to Cadet Zion and shivered a little bit, then leaned in close, a sweet purr erupting from the back of her throat when he put her paw over hers.
"Being a kiss-up has its perks but it puts you in a little box that is oh so hard to claw your way out of," Cadet Louella replied, "I love boxes as much as the next cat but I'd rather have a palace."
Now that all had gathered and the prisoners placed, Witrystar called out to her clan once more. "Cats of WinterClan. I call before you today the prisoner Cadet Zion. He has shown loyalty to the clan who has imprisoned him time and again. Before you today I pardon this tom, allowing him for him to become a full warrior in WinterClan, or leave and never be seen again." It was a choice, one that wasn't given lightly. If he left the clan now, the next time he was seen on their lands, he would surely be killed on sight. WinterClan didn't take anyone prisoner twice.
Wolfbees eyes drew away from cadet Zion for only a moment as Wintrystar gave him two options, stay or leave... she knew if he decided to return home that the next time he stepped paw in Winterclan territory he could very well be killed, but what scared her most about that was the the thought of her having to do it.
Northpaw was sitting nearby, she couldn't see the expressions around her, but every fidget or sudden intake of breathe was known. She had only spent time with the tom when helping her mentor keep watch and despite his origin she found he was one of the few felines she could tolerate, perhaps even liked.
She arrived in silence, just in time for Winterystar's announcement, lead by Dealfinder and Halcyonillusion. Behind the newly named Commander stood her Sentinels, and a few others who had wanted to come. Enough to turn head, but not quite nearly enough for a war party. If not for the announcement, Shule may have spoken, but though she highly doubted they'd stand unnoticed for long, she waited all the same, curious as to how Zion would react to this announcement.
Cadet Zion hadn't fill more alone in his life than in that moment standing up in front of an entire crowd. At first his ears folded like he didn't want to hear what Wintrystar was saying, but the moment he looked into the crowd he relaxed, he wasn't alone. He knew plenty of faces in the crowd and had bonded with many of them. His only hesitance came from knowing what his fate was from birth and it was to serve the Regime. What would it say if the son of an ex commander abandoned the Regime? He wasn't hesitant for long though when he spotted the Regime cats in the crowd, "Yes I accept Wintrystar!" He said a little too quickly, his entire body moving protectively in front of Cadet Louella with his fur bristling, "The Regime is here."
Cadet Zion quickly turned back to Cadet Louella, facing her, "Listen to me, I will never stop protecting you, but you can't go back to the Regime, not after they tried to kill me, they'll try to kill you too. They think we're trying to release information. Please, I promise I'll get you your palace, but don't go with them."
Wintrystar's eyes were drawn by the party entering her home. At the moment it looked peaceful, but a hush began to fall over the clan. It was hard to tell if it was from the announcement she'd made and the new member's reply or from the new arrivals. Nonetheless, she couldn't let this go. Squaring her shoulders, narrowing her eyes, she turned to the new cats in the camp. "What business do you have here." Her words were not a question but a command, one that if it was ignored would result in a fight. While she may be a young leader and fairly new to her position, she wasn't so insecure as to allow someone else to walk all over her and control her clan or do as they please in its midst.
Frostcloud sat beside Lionwhisper, her cold eyes resting on the fugitives. When Wintrystar addressed Zion, she narrowed her icy blue eyes and watched expectantly. That was until Shule arrived. She snapped her attention toward the party and began to bristle. As Wintrystar questioned Shule, Frostcloud rose to her paws just in case the Regime tried to take their cadets back by force.
"I am Shule, the Regime's Commander, and we are here to bring our Cadets home." Shule answered simply. Unlike Wintrystar, she wasn't quite so young, bearing an air of experience and natural authority. Though new to her leadership, she held it well, her expression neutral and cool, unfazed. She spoke not with accusations or hostility, but calm expectation that she would have her members returned, preferably without a fight. "Though I can't help but wonder why you would seek to stay, Zion." Mars was her nephew, and Shule had taken her brother Slawn's litter in as her own when he'd passed away, making the young cat before her much like her grandchild. He was family, and her tone softened a fraction as her gaze drifted from the leader to look at him. What could have pushed him to not only wish to leave, but to look so upset by their presence.
Unlike Cadet Zion, Cadet Louella had not left a very good impression among the cats of WinterClan. She was used to being pampered and fawned over but these cats' hearts were just as icy as the land they called home. She hadn't exactly been a model prisoner, always demanding proper rations, a clean nest, a warm blanket. She'd rubbed many of the WinterClan cats the wrong way. Zion was the one who had been pardoned, not her. Her future here was still up in the air. Her soft blye eyes drifted toward Shule and company. Although she wasn't so sure she liked the Regime that much it was certainly the lesson of two evils.
"Cadet Zion, I really love that you'll fight for me, but I can look after myself," Louella replied, standing up on her hind legs to give him a little kiss on the cheek, "Besides, WinterClan hates me. I can't say the feeling's not mutual. I hope that you find what you are looking for here, but I know I won't."
The cinnamon classic tabby went back down on all four paws but did not make a move right away toward Shule. There were too many WinterClan cats between here and the Commander; there was no way she would make it there right now unless Wintrystar allowed it. Louella decided to keep close to Zion for now, you know, feel out the situation a little more.
He looked up at Commander Shule with a look of surprise, "Commander," He whispered out slowly. It felt unreal, a different commander now since he had been gone.
The moment faded feeling the soft kiss from Cadet Louella, a slow blush forming across her cheek. They really had become closer, a lot more like siblings, maybe he needed one now that Cadet Rose wasn't around. He immediately woke up from the moment as Cadet Louella start moving away from him. "What I'm- What I'm looking for is to live," Cadet Zion said pulling Cadet Louella back at first by the shoulder before stopping. He didn't have the right to tell her what to do, she was her own person and she had grown up a lot from being a kit. His paw slid down her fur and back to his side, "I hope you're happy and safe... And if you're not come right back and say you're looking for me and I'll come running."
He lifted his head up to Shule, he respected her and looked up to her. Hope filled his belly, maybe Xuxa had been sent by Commander Gossamer, not Shule. "Xuxa tried to kill me, she stalked me and when Snakefang took me out of prison she tried to go for my throat. She said that I was going to give up all of Regime's secrets to WinterClan. I didn't know how to fight, but Snakefang saved my life. I want to stay because I don't feel safe going back to the Regime anymore."
In a heartbeat, Shule's eyes had darkened, her crystalline gaze turning earth shatteringly hard. It was easy to see the anger written across her features, but not directed at Cadet Zion, rather, for him. Though she wasn't long in her position as Commander, Shule did have a certain... reputation. Foxstar, Funk E'tan, both had messed with her family, one by stealing her kits and one by harming her mate, both had lost one of their lives due to their audacity to hurt those closest to hurt. Right now, it was rather easy to imagine how the Commander had taken both their lives extraordinarily easy. She looked positively terrifying, as cold as the land the Regime resided in, as hardy as the tunnels they roamed, and every bit as dangerous as the unknown passages. "I swear it on my life, Zion, that Xuxa did this of her own accord, and without any prompting by myself or Gossamer Alessandra, and this will not go unpunished."
However, in a move that was surprisingly rare, Shule chose to close her eyes then and draw in a long, deep breath, letting it out slowly before she opened her eyes again. They were no less enraged, but she looked far more composed. "I understand why you would fear to return, but so long as I am Commander, you will always, always, have a safe nest to return to, and be welcome to visit your family in the tunnels. I can see that WinterClan enjoys your presence, that they see you as worthy of being among their ranks, and I thank them for not only saving your life, but giving you a home when you no longer felt welcome in your own. If you wish to stay, I won't stop you, however, my promise remains. You will always be guaranteed safe passage and stay in the Regime."
Cadet Bumble had been unable to do much else than sit quietly behind her fellow cadets. Limited by her inability to speak, the cats of WinterClan had assumed she was purposefully staying silent until Zion has explained that Bumble was incapable of speaking.
Bumble's ears lowered as Cadet Zion declared he'd be leaving the Regime, but as the new commander spoke, she lifted her head ears pricking forwards.
After all the uncertainty that had taken hold of the Regime, hearing Shule assure Zion that he would still get safe passage, that despite Zion choosing to leave she acknowledged his pain and wouldn't let him suffer for it.
That made Bumble rise to her paws, give a gentle nudge to Zion, patting him on the shoulder with her paw before she sat back down next to him on his other side.
"You have heard from Cadet Zion and his reasonings for staying. What about your other cadets? They have trespassed in our lands and given no reasoning for why they are here or even how they appeared so deep in our lands. I can not just let them go without this knowledge unless I want to see assassinations later in my reign." Wintrystar was more focused in that moment on the how then why these cadets had made their way so deep into WinterClan's land. It was a breach in secruity that needed fixed, and fast. If she could exchange that information for the cadets, then she would.
"We were hunting and took a wrong turn, that is all," Cadet Louella replied before Commander Shule had the chance, "Do you really think that Commander Alessandra would send a patrol of apprentice-age cats who don't even know how to fight on a secret mission to learn WinterClan's secrets? Of all the Clans to target, you'd think we would pick one that was closer and a little warmer." She padded over to Commander Shule's left side and bowed her head slightly, it barely hid her smirk, "I think they are just pitching a fit because their feelings are hurt. I keep telling them the truth but for some reason they won't listen. I don't think they like me. Can't imagine why."
The cinnamon tabby she-cat had the attitude of a League cat, that's why. Her adoptive father, Lorah, always indulged her sass, and her adoptive more, Gossamer Alessandra, but up with it because she was sooooo cute. It was adorable to watch a spunky little kit spout out insults but now that she was grown her words held more weight. Cadet Louella would learn in time to tone it down, or maybe not, but right now she was cold and annoyed and ready to descend this stupid mountain. Her only regret was leaving Cadet Zion behind but he had made his choice and she would respect it. She looked back to her friend, who she very much viewed as a brother, and her grin faltered a little bit. She did not say anything but her expression read 'Are you sure you want to stay?'
