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A snow Bengal meandered his way through forests of what used to belong to SwiftClan as the terrain started to turn from green to white. The spring had not yet captured the Regime's territory. It did not disappoint him. The snow was much more of his thing than the gray streets of the League. He did not know what he would think of tunnel living, but it did not matter. He had family here. With Kotori's flight from the League, he had no reason to stay. He would not fit in any Clan, so the Regime was the next best thing.
Nor did he know he would be accepted. Not that it really mattered. If he had to he would cut his way through the entire Regime to meet his grandparents. He didn't want to, but if whoever he met denied him entry he certainly would. The tom let his dark thoughts settled as a wall of scents hit his nose. Now to wait for someone...
Cadet Havilah could tell by the way this cat confidently carried himself that he was not a threat to be taken lightly. In fact, the cadet was fairly certain that he would lose this battle should it escalate to that point. But that same instinct that lead Cadet Havliah to make that assumption also told him that he was not looking for a fight. The snow bengal was a little too composed: Not a single strand of fur was erect, his expression was fairly placid, if anything it looked like he was wanting to be found.
So, Cadet Havliah revealed himself from the shadows, his paw-steps silent as death due to his nearly completed Scout training, it was no wonder he had avoided detection up to this point. He was a tall and formidable cat with a permanent scowl and rippling auburn waves that clung to his frame much the same way the shadows did. His gilded green eyes, a mirror of his grandfather Sean's, were burning as they met Mirza's blues, "What is a League rat doing so deep in Regime territory? I understand that we are both part of the Pride Alliance now, but don't think that means you are welcome to visit on a whim."
"Let's put name calling aside and listen to what he has to say," Duskslayer said coming up from behind Cadet Havilah.
Duskslayer's turquoise eyes were the perfect blend of exotic and downright mythical. Dusky brown fur sweeps across his hourglass form with shadowy under tones moving in and out of his fur. A white streak sweeps across the back of his back legs and at the front of his front legs, but the most notable trait to the invader would be the sliver of a crescent moon marking beside his right eye. A trait familiar particularly to Kotori's family as the snow bengal would know given his half dark moon face. Duskslayer could recognize it in the outsider too, he wasn't exactly a stranger to the league. Innocentia felt she owned him since he was a kit so he often spent his weekends there and from it got to know the names of a few league cats and recognize some faces. There was no mistaking this toms face.
A chuckle escaped the snow bengal's lips as the Cadet spoke his mind. His stalker revealed himself. Granted the tom had done well to hide for so long, but Mirza had found it illogical that he could walk right up to the Regime's border. They weren't like DayClan. They had and valued security standards. It only made sense that someone was watching him, and it just so happened that this one had a tongue. Fun. Mirza's claws leaped from their sheaths into the frigid air. He lifted his gaze to the Cadet's as he dragged his claws across a rock underneath him, creating a screech horrid enough to shatter glass.
The tom's icy optics looked past Havliah to see the newcomer emerge from the frozen forest. He looked vaguely familiar to the sociopath. Perhaps he had seen him at a Gathering or something. It didn't matter. These two were nothing. "I'm Mirza." The tom spoke in whispers as his gaze swiveled between the Regime cats. "I have family here, and I am going to see them." Something dark and wild passed through the tom's icy eyes as they locked on Havliah. "Either you let me in, or I gut both of you and feed your carcasses to the ratssss."
Cadet Havliah was getting real sick of Duskslayer. He barely tolerated his uncle given that his loyalties were divided between not only between two groups, or three groups, but four, one of which included SunClan.The dark furred tom was helpful enough but couldn't be trusted. For whatever reason Commander Shule allowed him have the run of the roost, though, which meant that the Cadet had to at the very least listen to him. But he wouldn't respect him.
He opened his mouth to reply to Duskslayer but instead winced at the awful nails-against-chalkboard kind of sound Mirza was making with his claws. That's right, there was a more pressing enemy present, and he turned his smoldering eyes back on the bengal, bristling. He had family here, huh? That meant odds were Mirza was some rejected relative of his, just like Duskslayer. He couldn't help but groan at the thought.
"I'd like to see you try," Cadet Havliah said and unsheathed his claws, although he did not change his posture at all for a fight, "Actually, I'd have no problem putting you in the ground, if that's what you really want."
"Hello Mirza," Duskslayer said before the tom threatened him, but he still wore the same placid smile, this time with a hint more amusement, "Charmed, always such a pleasurable experience meeting my family members for the first time. If you are Mirza then that makes me your younger uncle, Duskslayer. What a nice young tom you've grown up to be," He said, as he shining his ebony claws against his chest fur before retracting them, "I'm not personally interested in getting gutted like a fish, which in truth, I doubt you know how to given the leagues diet. And Cadet Havilah over here is above and beyond valuable so I would rather avoid a fight if possible. But since I've completed your desire of meeting a family member maybe we can compromise gutting for another date," He said more than he suggested. After all they were both scouts and while he had no question that him and Cadet Havilah could take him on he wasn't willing to start something. If they did it would end with them being stuck in the garden healing from whatever minor scrapes they would get wasting valuable hunting time.
He didn't know what to think. He had the little ball of fluff trying to pick a fight with him, and, well, Mirza was more than interested. It had been some time since he got himself into a good scuffle, and he had never fought a cat from the Regime before. He glanced up to the sky. The thick, dark clouds blanketed the sun, so he had no chance of blinding the tunnel rat with it. Where was the fun in that? His eyes returned to Cadet, and he licked his lips. Oh, how much he wanted to tear that tongue from his sorry mouth.
His gaze turned to Duskslayer. He hated cats like him. The ones that talked a lot. They bothered him. They always had so much to say and thought so little about it. They conned and lied like they hunted their. Mirza hated liars almost as much as he hated ramblers. When they were the same cat (and they always were)... he had some fun nights, but this tom claimed to be his family. It disappointed him to have a rambler in the family, but he would refrain from ripping out his tongue out respect. It was a shame. Maybe the young one would attack him or something. "Shut up. Take me to your camp, family."
"Can't, they have some weird rule about it, not even Cadet Havilah can enter it. I know a back way in though," Duskslayer said as he motioned with his head for Mirza to follow him. He had hardly walked much of a distance before they got to a sturdy yet hollowed out tree, at first it didn't look like there was a tunnel entrance, but deep inside was a hole, most cats would pass it without noticing due to the Spanish moss covering the entrance, but it had been blown away enough for someone like Duskslayer to discover it. "Alright, I'm going to go back to hunting, just follow the tunnel down and lean against the left wall until you find the left tunnel, that'll take you to camp."
Duskslayer gripped onto Cadet Havilah's scruff dragging him back a bit, "Don't follow him in."
"I think you're confused, Duskslayer. This isn't DayClan," Havliah replied with venom in his voice, elbowing the other tom hard in the chest then pulling away in one smooth motion toward the tree, "But you wont have to worry about me following Mirza down there because he isn't going in."
The fact that there was a hidden tunnel entrance here didn't surprise the Cadet. There were endless places like this scattered not only in Regime territory but throughout all Clan territories and beyond. No, what surprised Havliah was that it supposedly lead straight to camp. He had never been to the HQ before but he had a general idea of its location and it wasn't matching up for him. Not an impossibility, of course, just unlikely. Whatever. He turned his fiery gaze back to Mirza and planted himself firmly in front of the entrance, "I wish I could trust Dusklayer to watch you while I notify Commander Shule of your arrival, but I don't, so I guess we will sit here and 'catch up' until another patrol finds us, cousin."
Mirza cocked his head to the side at this 'rule'. If it were true, and he could not sleep where he pleased, it would make him angry. And no one but Mirza likes Mirza angry. He eyed Duskslayer as he padded away to the lone tree stump and revealed the hidden entrance. He clicked his teeth and dug his claws into the ground. No way. It sounded like a step-up, and the tom trying to drag the Cadet away did not make it seem any less suspicious. "I'm not going alone---". A smile grew on his face when Havliah jumped in front of the passage way. Havliah wanted a fight, and Duskslayer wanted to avoid one, and the apprentice defied the master. Easy enough. "Great, then you can come with me cousin. Escort me to your camp like a good kitty."
Duskslayer watched as Cadet Havliah refused to let Mirza enter the tunnel, fine, Mirza would just enter anyways and he could go about his day, whatever, not his problem. But then Mirza now wanted a personal guide and it just had to be with Cadet Havliah who clearly wasn't going to budge, which meant he would be standing around listening to the two argue. Time to develop a different persona to make the time pass.
"Ay! Are we jus' going to take that Cadet Havilah? We can't let some low life muck come stompin' in and giving us guff! I say if he don't apologize in the next couple of seconds he's about out stayed his welcome and can figa' it out himself. No one messes with the Cadet Havliah and Cadet Timmy duo," He said in his best dirt poor back alley British accent. Plus he had been dying to have a Timmy persona for some time now. He hoped Mirza damaged his leg, then he could walk with a limp and get called something cool like Timmy with the limp. He could only dream of course, but who knew.
"Blind Protector help me..." Cadet Havliah groaned as Duskslayer put on his new persona. The auburn tom put his paw over his face, totally mortified by the behavior of his uncle. At least the other tom's performance distracted him long enough to dampen some of his anger toward Mirza. To be clear, it was still there, just redirected at this newly formed Cadet Timmy, "Will you knock it off? You're clearly scaring Mirza. Now he's too afraid to go in the tunnel alone... not that I was going to let him anyway."
He did not know what to think. Duskslayer was certainly an interesting character(s), but a threat to him? Maybe, maybe not. A threat to his clan's dignity? Certainly. He knew his family from this side was weird, but Duskslayer was beyond that. Havliah clearly felt the same towards whatever Duskslayer turned into. The wiry Bengal hid his confusion beneath a disappointed and condescending glare towards 'Cadet Timmy' and then Havliah. "Hmpf. Figure this out between yourselves. I'm leaving." He took a step forward and gave Havliah a rough shove with his shoulder.
"Are you serious, old man?" Cadet Havliah returned his cousin's shove but it didn't exactly achieve the desired effect when it pushed him toward the tunnel instead of away. He hissed and spun around, swatting at Mirza but the other tom was already past the Spanish moss and one with the darkness behind it. Cadet Havliah took the time to shoot Duskslayer a frigid glare before he pinned his ears to the back of his head and went down into the tunnel after the bengal.
(stardance I'm confused if Mirza just walked away or went into the tree entrance tunnel so I don't know how to respond? Just let me know which way he went and I'll reply! xD)
Duskslayer leisurely followed, by now they were far gone and out of sight. He strolled up the tunnel entrance right as Cadet Havliah and Mirza were nearing the end of the tunnels path. Appearing in front of them was a wide open underground clearing, however they must have tripped a snare of some kind. Soon there was a rumble followed by a landslide of rocks and dirt baring down at the path they had come from, blocking their way out. The underground clearing the two were in was wide, but not entirely tall in height, but towards the east there appeared to be a blocked off exit, this one looking older, but easy to tear down and leave through. The clearing opening looked a bit like a badgers den and likely was.
Dusky's ear twitched at the rumble, confirming they were stuck, at least for the moment. Truthfully he didn't know what kind of trap the hollow tree had, he didn't make it. But he knew there was a trap down there and that he needed to keep Mirza busy so the timing couldn't be better. He walked away from the hollow to go find his parents and bring them to Mirza. He had no problem with them meeting him, he just didn't want Mirza down in the tunnels and to wait, but hey, wasn't his fault Mirza was being unreasonably impatient. On the bright side first day of being an uncle to Mirza and Cadet Havliah was going great!
(Thanks for clearing that up and sorry for the delay, but I graduated college now! Also just to be clear, the hollow tree led into a tunnel. The tunnel entrance closed behind them trapping them inside an abandoned badgers den. But there is a way to get out of the badgers den to the east of the underground clearing.)
