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Run, run, run. Fleet paws fly over moors and plains until everything becomes a blur of black and white and gray and the only thing she can trust is that, in this moment, she is real. Arcadia is a she-cat of the sky, of the wind and the the wyrd. Her path may have been carved for her at birth, but her mind runs a mile a minute and she follows nothing unless she chooses to. Independent and wild, she bucks under authority and shuns rules, instead listening to her heart to guide her. Small and lithe, the she-cat can run for miles and not tire, relishing the feel of air on her face and wind in her fur. The sky lives in her eyes and the moon in her heart. She has a smart mouth but kind heart, and more often than not gets into trouble for failing to put her words in the right way. Without the guidance of the Regime, she would have run feral moons ago, yet even still there is something inextricably savage about her that makes predators and allies both think twice before taking her on.
Newleaf was finally blooming through the clans, bringing with it the warm sighs of a spring breeze and the delicate snowdrops that pushed up through the thawing snow. Cadet Arcadia loved the way the newly exposed grass felt under her paws, the way the melted snow filled the air with a loamy smell that didn't compare with the musk of the tunnel. The scout cadet had spent the entire day topside, hunting until her paws were sore and muscles groaned with exhaustion, but had dropped off her prey at Post Echo for the others to come collect and then went right back to the surface, eager to feel the chilly night breeze on her pelt. She chose to come topside near the Primal Instinct territory, wanting to give herself a chance to scout it out before she led a troop of ragtag cadets to steal prey from the ruthless group. Even on her off time, Cadet Arcadia plotted and schemed, wanting to ensure the best chances of success for her plan to help feed the Regime.
Her stomach rumbled from her perch up in a cedar tree where she lounged, watching the sky and the enemy movement on the Primal Instinct border, bringing her back to earth. She'd only eaten breakfast that morning, wanting to preserve as much prey for the others as she could, and felt her mouth watering as she thought about a mouse or vole to chew on. Sternly chastising herself, she flicked her ears back towards PI's territory, completely unaware of the other cat nearby.
Cadet Havilah was a fairly large cat but had deadly silent pawsteps due to endless hours of practice. Not only was he a Scout but also an Eerie, both of which came with expectations of absolute stealth, and this tom was not one to disappoint. It was made a lot easier now that the crunch of snow was gone but it took with it a roadmap of prey trails. While spring always ushered in an abundance of food, the weird in-between season that wasn't leaf-bare or new-leaf was always especially trying. It didn't help at all that the Regime was coming into this time of year with a pre-existing famine.
Cadet Havilah opened his mouth to taste the air for prey and tensed. Cadet Arcadia. But where? He slowly turned his head from side to side but couldn't see her anywhere. He closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing, then opened them once more, although the look in them was a little unfocused. Hazy. Suddenly he looked up and his eyes refocused on the gray-and-white she-cat in the tree above him. It was amazing how close she was without him noticing her up until now.
"Not thinking of sneaking off into League territory on your own, are you, Cadet Arcadia?" His tone was accusatory and would have surely scared away any nearby prey had there been any but, alas, not even a surprised twitter or thumb of a rabbit's foot responded to his call, "If you really want to be the Head Scout, you'd be much better off keeping all four paws on your side of the border."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 18, 2020 0:42:54 GMT -5
Arcadia's heart jumped, but the rest of her stayed still when her arch-rival - no, she corrected herself with an internal sigh - her post-mate Havilah called to her from below. It had taken moons of training to coach her reaction to be internal instead of external lest she frighten off prey, though in this instance there didn't seem to be any prey to scare off at all. Forcing a deep breath into her before she spoke, she glanced over the edge of the limb she was perched on and replied, "Simply observing, Cadet Havilah."
The emphasis on his rank was impossible to ignore, the only indication she was annoyed by his superior attitude. "I think I can ask the same, actually. What are you doing, strolling along the League's border?" She didn't even comment on his jab at her future aspirations, unwilling to engage with him over something she actually cared deeply about. If the tom cared enough to really inspect her, he might notice the exhaustion tugging at her features, the way her voice lacked the spark it once held, and the apathy she had for the argument.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cadet Havilah replied, his deep forest green eyes leveling with Cadet Arcadia's, "Im babysitting."
The truth was that, like most all Scouts, he was on extra hunting patrols; however, unlike most, he almost always did these alone. He used to get in trouble for avoiding group patrols but at some point he just started getting away with it probably due to his unsavory attitude. Today he had chosen the Primal Instinct border for some arbitrary reason, although honestly he sort of half expected to run into the Arcadia here. After all, she was always yapping about going across the border to hunt anyway, and he hadn't seen her at camp before he left. And he may or may not have picked up her scent a few trees back.
"Well, if you've got so much time to relax up there on that perch of yours, you may as well make yourself useful. Do you see any prey activity from way up there?"
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 18, 2020 1:27:41 GMT -5
"All I see is an over-inflated ego yapping beneath me," she replied instantly, not missing a beat. In truth, she hadn't seen any prey activity, a fact that had sunken her spirits even further. As exhausted as she was, her emotions were scattered and she vacillated from anger to desperation to sobbing quite easily, though she managed to even herself out before she got back to the tunnels where someone might see her.
After a few beats of silence, she mewed, "No prey on our side of the border, that is. Plenty of prey running over there, and over the last moon I haven't spotted but a single patrol made up of three cats in this area on the League side." She knew what she was suggesting, what she was admitting to Havilah, but also knew she could trust him for now. After all, he'd had the chance to sell her out for just as long and hadn't, either through arrogance or a true desire to help. An ironic snort left her at that thought. It was clearly the former.
"Don't suppose you'd look the other way while I actually bring in some prey worth eating, will you?" she asked, her lithe form easily slipping from the tree branch to land lightly in front of him. She was thin, her face hollow and angular, but there was something striking about the determination in her gaze that didn't falter as it met his. "I don't ask that you help me, just don't report me for this, deal?"
"You know, I was joking about being your babysitter earlier, but I'm going to have to reconsider. A cute little she-cat like you would be eaten right up if she so much as stepped foot in the League all alone. Just ask Xuxa," Xuxa, a well-known Spy in the Regime, had been horribly tortured by League cannibals in her youth. As a result, the Russian blue she-cat was covered in putrid scars that cut much deeper than what could be seen with the naked eye. Not that Cadet Havliah cared for her one way of another. Their families had been feuding for generations. Still, it was hard not to pity his regime-mate, and he wouldn't wish such treatment on a cat like Cadet Arcadia.
But he was hungry, too. He hadn't eaten in the past two days so that the queens and the tykes could have as much as they needed. Cadet Havilah's worst fear was that a single kit in the nursery would grow up with an empty stomach. Looking back up the Cadet Arcadia, it seemed that the two of them actually had that desire in common. He tore his eyes away now and focused them back on the border, his shoulders going slack, "Alright, alright, let's not make this a habit, but you have my word. I won't turn you in this time."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 18, 2020 21:18:02 GMT -5
Heat soared to Arcadia's cheeks at Havilah's snide comment, her ears pinned to her head. "Don't talk down to me, Havilah," she mewed, narrowing her eyes as she fought to ignore his 'cute' comment. "I'm more than capable of getting into and out of their territory without them any the wiser. They haven't patrolled her in a week, and with their territory so big there's not a good chance they'll come this way today either." She was offended he thought she would take on a hairbrained idea like just prancing into League territory without considering it first.
"Good," she mewed with a firm nod when he gave her his word, not wasting a moment slipping towards a patch of fragrant flowers nearby and flopping heavily into them. She rolled around until she was coated in their somewhat pungent scent and stood up, satisfied that while the League might now there was a thief, they wouldn't be able to track it back to the Regime. "I'll be back by nightfall," she mewed, unsure why she was telling him this. "If I'm not...if I'm not, tell Shule you heard I might do this, and let him know I don't want a rescue party sent. My actions, my consequences." The words came out steadily, but a flicker of unease appeared in her eyes.
Not giving herself a chance to wimp out, Cadet Arcadia carefully picked her way towards the scent border, pawsteps silent. The wind was blowing towards the Regime, giving her a better chance of scenting any patrols before they could find her. Butterflies in her stomach warred with anxiety, but she pressed on. She would show that stuck-up tom that she was capable of fulfilling her vision and supporting the Regime, not matter the cost.
"Suit yourself," Cadet Havliah replied and watched was Cadet Arcadia rolled in the flowers. The expression on his face read bored borderline annoyed, but he still stood there, perhaps not the wisest choice given the cloud of pollen that wafted his way. He sneezed, then stretched to his paws and quietly followed after the other cadet as she crossed the League's border, "I don't like you but I don't want you dead either. I'm not letting you go alone."
He made no effort to hide his scent and sneezed once more once he had crossed the border. He shook his pelt, trying to free himself of the offensive substance, and stffiled the next sneeze, "Don't mind me. I'll just keep watch or something. Catch your prey and let's get out of here."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 25, 2020 22:07:11 GMT -5
Arcadia hid the smile that spread across her face at his acquiescence, knowing it would only serve to infuriate him further if he caught sight of it. "You're not going to obscure your scent?" she asked, worried slightly. She was fine suffering the consequences of her actions, but she hated the idea of the Regime getting into trouble if she was caught. Unwilling to wait around for an answer, she instead sunk into a hunting crouch and went silently, her breathing barely stirring the air and her ears perked up for any traces of prey.
"We are downwind. They will see us before they smell us and by that point your flower cover isn't going to help you." Cadet Havilah replied dismissively. He wasn't even looking at Cadet Arcadia, his eyes were on their surroundings, watching for enemies and potential prey alike. This side of the border was eerily still but then again it always seemed that way. League cats were often scheming and he wouldn't be surprised if this was a trap from the start. That being said, behind downwind was an advantage, and all he could pick up on were prey trails. There was no scent of cat, not even a border marking. While not crouched, Cadet Havilah followed the other scout at a safe distance, his pawsteps silent as death, as he basically played bodyguard and watched for threats.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 27, 2020 23:22:20 GMT -5
"I'm not using the flowers to avoid getting caught," she mewed, rolling her eyes at his superior attitude despite not understanding her reasons. "I'm using it to keep blame from the Regime if they find our scent after we leave. It's called forethought, Havilah." After being unable to resist setting him right, she set herself to the task at paw and began to hunt a surprisingly plump vole rooting about in the leaves. Her steps grew whisper light, and after a springing leap she had the prey neatly killed and tossed back to their side of the border to retrieve later. Standing up from her crouch, she mewed smugly, "See? Their prey is just better here, and there's not scent or sight of any of those blood-thirsty mongrels to be found!"
(Oh, I like your character stat thing Luciferin, I'll do the same!)
Rank: Punishment District Hunter Gender: Male - Age: 74 Moons Mate: Gravel
Radioactive green eyes peered out through the tree leaves at the two Regime cadets. His eyes were brimming with pent up excitement as his claws anxiously scratched against the tree, anticipating their movements. He slunk low to the tree branch like a leopard prowling after prey, his movements slow and long until he reached the end. The branch just barely held onto his weight as it teetered and groaned. A thick long smile crept across his lips, whiter than a sharks, "Well well well," He sang low like a growl, "The Regime's gotten smaller than when they last neighbored these lands."
His gaze seemed distracted momentarily by the pattern along Cadet Havilah's legs. The glint in his eyes flickered, something changed, but neither of them could tell what, "What brings you shews here?"
{ { aw, tysm! html is a foreign language so those are few and far between on my posts cx } }
Cadet Arcadia froze like a rabbit aware it'd been spotted, ears swiveling towards the source of the taunting. She turned around quickly, claws extended and heart pounding out of her chest. How?! Neither she nor Havilah scented or saw this cat! He didn't melt out of moonlight, that was for sure. Maybe there were tunnels beneath his territory he used? Whatever it was, the she-cat felt herself pale. "A harmless dare," she mewed casually, filling her voice with a cadet's thrill-seeking inflection. "We'll go back over right now! I just wanted to be able to say I touched League territory!" Ditsy and too stupid to be worth fighting, that's what she was hoping this cat would see in her and let them go. "Isn't that right?" She turned to Havilah, smart enough not to use his name, and gave him a look begging him to play along.
A dare, really? As if a League cat would accept something bogus like that. Even if he did it was still within his right to strike the two of them down where they stood and there was nothing Commander Shule would be able to do about it. Cadet Havilah eyed the dark-furred tom caustically, noticing his eyes flicker slightly. Was that recognition, perhaps? Impossible to tell but, now that he thought about it, this tom was a little familiar to Havilah. He couldn't put his toe bean on it though. The Scout let out the ghost of a sigh. No one was tense except Arcadia. Maybe he could talk his way out of this.
"Uh. That's right. I dared her to go to the Black Market with me," The auburn tom said with just a sliver of hesitation. The Black Market was open to all groups and was a great excuse to use for those found inexplicably on the wrong side of the League's border, "You see, Cadet Arcadia here is very timid in nature, I thought meeting some new cats would be good for her. Just look how afraid of you she is! But... perhaps this is pushing her too hard, we probably should turn around. What do you think, Cadet Arcadia?" A smirk teased at the corners of his mouth, "You're too afraid to continue, aren't you?"
Arcadia couldn't hide the snarl at Havilah's provocation, but quickly morphed it into a fearful whimper, all the while seething inside. Her? Timid? Fire began to burn away the edges of her vision as rage swam up hot and red. Still, it would only incriminate them further if their alibi fell apart, so all she could do was go alone with Havilah's excuse and simply skin him alive later when they got back to their territory. "U-uh, yeah. I'm super timid. Scared, even," she mewed, trying her best to infuse her response with a quavering voice and shaking body. Her fear wasn't all entirely imagined, but the idea of Havilah making fun of her was almost too much for her to bear.
However, his method of cornering her in an embarrassing alibi wasn't only for him to use. She could do the exact same thing to him. Leaning forwards towards the League cat slightly, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and explained in a voice that was still plenty loud enough for Havilah to hear her, "He's not all there, you see. A bit addled, that one. His mother dropped him as a kit, so I was just trying to be nice and let him feel like he was showing me something new, you know?" A smirk of her own appeared on her face as she leaned back, content knowing Havilah would only make himself look more mousebrained by arguing.
Cadet Havliah was twice her age and easily passed as a full Scout; Cadet Arcadia, on the other had, was early in her training and clearly a young apprentice. Try as she might there wasn't much she could do or say to sway this League tom in her favor so long as Cadet Havilah kept his cool. He looked smug as she admitted to her fear - he'd won that point - and even thought it was cute when she leaned in close and tried to smear his name same as he had done hers. However, when he heard mention of his mother, his expression hardened. He tensed and his hackles raised slightly. The fun was over. If she wanted to pretend to be the smart one, then so be it. He kept his mouth shut and just glowered while he waited to see what Lucistic would do next. Whatever it was, Cadet Arcadia would be on her own.
"Why not go to the black market then? It's open to the public, otherwise no one would be able to get in. Besides, my sister runs it," Lucistic said.
He walked down the trunk of the tree like gravity had no hold on him. Stepping off from the tree he looked bigger now that he was on the same level they were. He was mountainous and almost appeared to be the size of two cats stacked on top of each other. His tail flicked, "Come on, I can get you in, my mate has a shop there so if either of you are interested in fish you can have one on the house," He smirked, figuring the two wouldn't be interested in eating the scaly creatures.
