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Post by Honeystorm on Mar 21, 2020 20:39:12 GMT -5
The new Commander wasted no time at all. In the day or two since she'd won her bet against Gossamer and earned the title as the Regime's leader, Shule had been quick to hand out orders. Starting with the fact that, well, every able bodied Cadet and Soldier were to learn to hunt. They still didn't have enough Scouts. The ones they did have were working overtime to supply the cats in the group. This meant every Guider, Mercenary, and Raiser, had to spend at least an hour a day practicing with someone who could hunt. Most often, they spent this with a Scout, or with the Superior, Volontaire, if he held mass trainings.
Shule, for her part, had also been hosting classes. Hers were a touch different, however. She was focused on teaching the cats to make traps to catch prey. So, her, and the cats who'd come out to practice, were all situated in the perpetually snowy landscape that was the Regime territory, trying to figure out how exactly to trap their prey.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 21, 2020 22:01:53 GMT -5
"No, no, put your paw over there." Laurel instructed one of the Mercenaries with a gentle mew, although there was exhaustion in her cocoa eyes. The poor scout had been working double shifts to help keep the group stocked. It was clear by the weak movements on her paws as she helped instruct others that she had been over-exerting herself. However, no one dared to tell her to stop. Ever since the tragedy of her family struck, the murder of her sister, Plumeria, and the loss of her last kit, Loring, Laurel had not slowed down.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 21, 2020 23:05:58 GMT -5
"Laurel, you need to take a breather. You're exhausted." The Commander didn't even need to turn to face her to hear it in her step daughter's voice. Her voice wasn't a question either, it was a command. She wasn't just about to let someone work themselves to death. At minimum, they needed every soldier they had in good health. And really, she did care for the she-cat, though she wouldn't say she had any clue whatsoever as to how to actually comfort her. Was there any way? Losing kits and siblings was hard in the best of times. It was all the less easy when two of your littermates were murdered, even if Laurel and Kyros hadn't been close.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 28, 2020 15:18:56 GMT -5
"Oh?" Laurel blinked up at the new commander and her step mother. She supposed Shule was right and she should at least rest her paws for a moment... Resting meant one thing though, thinking. That was something she couldn't bear to do anymore. "I'm really okay. The Regime needs as many paws as possible right now." She responded quietly, taking a glance around her at the many cats attempting to set traps.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 28, 2020 16:55:18 GMT -5
"You're no use to anyone if you're falling over your own paws." Shule countered gently. "You can't keep going on this way, don't think I'm blind to what you're doing." It was pretty obvious that she was quick to volunteer for extra work, to put in more effort just to avoid having to stop moving for a moment to be alone with her thoughts, working herself to the point of tiredness where she was asleep the moment she laid in her nest, dreamless until the next morning she worked herself half to death again. It wasn't sustainable, at best, and it was dangerous at worst, not only for her physical health.
