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Twilight had just settled over the clearing, offering the dim light Levee would need to conduct this evening's… festivities. The request he’d been given for the night still made him uneasy. He was perched on the altar, at his paws a cat slept peacefully not fully understanding what they had agreed to. Still low on numbers the cardinal wasn’t ready to start taking volunteers from his own clan for the new moon ritual, still he had made good work of cleaning up the rogues that refused to join him in his cause, all it took was a few sly words and they offered themselves over to him without knowing exactly what he had planned for them. On opposite sides of the cat, sat Shae and Alastor, one at the head, the other at its tail. The two followers sat facing each other. It was clear by his posture, and the unsure look on his face that he wasn’t used to having other cats join him on the altar. Nor was he ready to hold a celebration ceremony on the new moon.
“Welcome everyone…” He began, looking first to his bishops that sat on the stones that made up the perimeter of the area, between each of there were piles of prey that served as offerings to Selene as well. For the next three days the followers and students would fast until Selene was once again visible in the sky. Lastly his eyes fell on Avette whom he knew shared his discomfort in the matter. “As you know we’re here to offer up tribute in Selene’s name but, first… I’ve been asked to bond these two together in holy matrimony…” It was rare for Leviathan to openly lack confidence in the things he did but, never before had he ever conducted a wedding, and performing one in the absence of the moon’s blessing sent shivers up his spine. His eyes found Constantine, looking to his mate for some sort of comfort or reassurance that he couldn’t out right ask for in this situation.
Avette watched from her position just out of paws reach. She was closer to the travesty that was about to occur, but it was easily understood that this made her very uncomfortable. Still, she met Leviathan's gaze with a nod. She had spoken about her unease with the situation, said her piece, and now she just had to wait this out and pray to Selene that the after effects would be managable. She doubted that they would be; since Shae had rejoined, Avette had been on edge considerably, and not just because she knew the nature of her aunt. She was evil, the kind of evil that could only be found when the bloodline ran through a cat's veins. From what she understood, Alastor was no different, although that was to be expected of someone who took any interest in Shae. The only time her aunt hadn't ended up with a murderer had ended so poorly that it was almost epic in its failures, and Avette knew Shae's tolerance for such was limited.
She shifted uncomfortably, begging the furs on her haunches to be completely at ease. She knew that while the small brown tabby was around, she'd never again be fully at ease. Luckily for her, she assumed Shae would be temporary. After all, it had only been a moon into leadership when her aunt got bored with Absum Lux, which kickstarted the group's demise. Hopefully MoonClan would be left in the same way, albeit without as much destruction.
If there was one cat, though, who did not look uncomfortable, it was the feline of honor. Shae, who had a love of the dramatics, sat across from Alastor with her same, sinisterly sweet smile she'd offered him the first day. Yet, today she was wearing something. Instead of being, well, a cat, Shae had finally found a purpose for the gold-embroidered cloth she had found during her time in and around Absum Lux. Unfortunately, she couldn't take her entire car to the ceremony, which hurt her quite significantly. Sleeping in the old beat up convertible would be the only thing she missed if she stuck around these parts too long. Of course, it was only a day or twos walk away, and Shae was fully willing to slice the paw off of any cat that tried to tell her she couldn't sleep in the vehicle, but with this ceremony, there was a part of her that knew those days were over. She'd miss it, she thought, being able to curl into the leather that was bent to her exact curvature after nearly half a decade of residency in it. The gold-embroidered cloth, luckily enough, was significantly more mobile. She'd found it originally as an apology gift to Genesis from when she lost her memory and disappeared. When she had returned and Genesis had replaced her, and with a tom no less, her impulse had been to find a fire and drop it in. However, she had never gotten around to it, and instead, it had stayed in her car. Two evenings before, almost immediately after the matrimonial plans were finalized, she had excused herself to make the travel back to the car to get it. She needed something of her old life to carry with her into her new, and today, she wore it like an already flipped veil.
"At long last," she murmured. It was unclear as to who exactly she was referring to. After all, she and Alastor's coupling was still recent. Still, she knew what she meant. At long last, she'd found someone who drank the same poison as she. At long last, her purpose was finally fulfilled. It had taken her many tries to find someone of his... particularities. Siva had been little more than someone to pass time, who had given her her first litter. Bria would be fascinated to know her mother finally was happy, Shae was sure. Genesis had been the love of her life, the only cat that had ever encouraged her to show softness. Still, she had betrayed Shae in a way that Shae had never anticipated; instead of looking for her after Vera E'tani had kidnapped and nearly killed the general and then held her hostage for six moons, Genesis had given up on her and met a tom. She couldn't remember the next tom, who fathered her second litter. Eshek was fun, a fellow agent of chaos, but temporary. And then, there was Alastor.
She offered the tom a wink, before turning to the Cardinal. "You look uncomfortable, sugar darling," she mused, a faint hint of amusement in her gaze. "Loosen up, I'm sure you'll do fine." Her voice was rather teasing, but not in the traditional way, more a veiled "formalities bore me, and this is my day" kind of way.
Constantine had mixed feelings about this so-called marriage. After all, the two cats in question had not known each other long, although to be fair he didn't know them very well either. He couldn't deny that their auras read love smitten but each of them were colored with poisonous hues that promised future calamity. Perhaps this meant they were a perfect match. Or perhaps it meant they were destined for failure. Honestly, he didn't care, just so long as whatever their futures held it would not negatively impact his life or his mate's.
The gray-and-white tom noticed Leviathan looking at him and returned his gaze with a somber but thoughtful look. Constatine was not a very expressive cat so this was no surprise, even in his happiest times he came across as gloomy. Unlike his mate, Constatine had grown up in a culture of sacrifices, so this particular practice did not bother him in the slightest. No, what made his stomach churn was the fact that Leviathan was not comfortable. He didn't even need his element to know that.
"Shae, you do not need to offer our Cardinal solacement." He said coldly. He did not appreciate the bride's focus on his mate, especially since her attention aught to be on Alastor, the tom whose soul she was literally bonding with hers in a few moments, "This is your day; worry about yourself."
Ryoma was among the crowd. He looked sort of bored, he didn't know Alastor or Shae personally, but the two of them seemed nice enough from what he did know. He thought it was weird that all of the leadership seemed a bit nervous about this but at the same time he didn't care. Getting married was a waste of time, kits would be born whether bonded or not, but the show proised to be interesting.
"Say, who do you think is stronger in battle? Alastor or Shae?" He asked the cat sitting next to him, "My money is on Shae. She-cats don't play fair."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 30, 2020 18:49:17 GMT -5
Takeshi
MoonClan Bishop
The Serious
"does that make you a she-cat then?" came to voice of Ryoma's mentor from just out of the young cat's eyesight. He moved forward giving him a stern glance "or have you learned how to play the game within the rules since our last training session?" of course he was referring to the incident not all that long ago in which he had refused to follow the commands of his higher ups in the mock battles and drew blood from another apprentice. Since then his behavior had improved some, but he had still received several rather disappointing reports. He flicked his tail on the young cat's shoulder "Reflect on your actions and what you wish to say to me after the ceremony" He didn't linger long among the crowd, instead taking up his position as one of MoonClan's bishops, late as per usual. He had been far from home when the news of the ceremony had reached him.
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Post by achromatic on May 30, 2020 19:12:07 GMT -5
The newest bishop frankly didn't seem to care. Rhiannon had only been here long enough to learn the practices of their culture and customs, not nearly long enough to actually understand it. Of course, she was a devout follower–of what god or deity, she would not clarify out loud–but that didn't mean she understood the complexities that surrounded their little customs. This was her first new moon, which made her realize she hadn't been here long. Still, if anything, she was well versed in sitting still and looking pretty; after all, she had most of her life to practice looking unassuming enough for others to see her as less of a threat.
One thing she did miss was sitting by her brother's side. Perched atop this rock in some strange ceremonial practice made her skin prickle just a little bit. It'd have to be something to get used to, that was for sure.
Hywel on the other hand, found himself weaving through the crowd, his half-lidded eyes seemed bored, disinterested in the affairs of the other cats. MoonClan was Rhiannon's idea, not his, and outside of matters that required his immediate attention such as a nice meal, he really didn't care about anything else. This was a ceremony–the first one he had attended, at least. His eyes flickered to Rhiannon, sitting tall on a stone, and his lips twitched into a dry smirk. He was proud, really, but honestly he had no idea what the bishops did. He didn't get involved with these politics. Letting out a yawn, he padded over to the crowd. It was unfortunate that the two he'd be most comfortable sitting with were otherwise occupied, but hey, he'd just have to make new friends, he supposed.
He listened to the two cats bicker nearby, the sound of an older mentor figure rebuking a younger one made him chuckle, waiting for Takeshi to leave before sitting next to Ryoma. "My bet's on the lady too," he mused, "most toms can't understand that they're being manipulated and from the looks of it, she knows what she's doing."
"Takeshi, you...!" Of course, before Ryoma could really even think of something smart to say, there the Bishop went, brushing him off like he was just some kid. It was infuriating! Ryoma was a full Follower as of last moon yet no one treated him that way. What hurt the most was that he could see the logic behind Takeshi's words and, although he'd never admit it, he knew the other tom was right. It was all in good fun, just a joke. Ryoma dug his claws into the ground as Hywel approached and was ready to redirect his aggression on the younger cat only to find the two of them were in agreement. The features on his face shifted from consternation to just mild annoyance, "Well I'd never let a she-cat manipulate me, that's why I'm never going to do something stupid like getting married."
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Post by eventide on May 31, 2020 1:19:27 GMT -5
Wisp approached the growing crowd gathered around the alter with a slightly curious, mostly tired look. The she-cat was strange enough in appearance to keep most other cats away on sight, but those that heard the whispers about her shrieks in the daytime tended to offer her a wide berth. She had been late returning to camp after her day out under the sun again, unable - or unwilling? - to sleep. Entering the clearing, she looked around for her apprentice, wanting at least to have him near should the need arise. He was young, yet, and little more than a kit in training. The tenseness pervading the clearing had her on edge, and she knew she would be happier if she could at least lay eyes on the tom cat. "Hollowpaw," she mewed, approaching the apprentice's side, "You don't need to be here to see this."
Though Wisp's name might suggest she was part of the former rogues that had entered the clan with Levee, she was MoonClan from birth and felt utter disgust at the new ritual the Cardinal brought with him. The fur along her spine began to raise and she forced herself to smooth it down. The sacrifice today looked delirious which only served to turn her stomach even further. "C'mon, why don't we go train instead?" She motioned to Hollowpaw to follower her out of the camp and into the quiet woods. Some might view her absence at the ritual as an insult against Selene, Wisp felt like the taking of a life in cold blood was even more abhorrent and would do whatever she must to try and protect her young charge from witnessing it.
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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2020 13:37:20 GMT -5
The tom laughed, a genuine one. "I couldn't agree more," he grinned, "she-cats are a disaster half the time. I already have one permanent kit to take care of, can you imagine if I have to have more?" His gaze flickered to Rhiannon. As much as he hated to admit it, it was moments like this–when there were crowds and he wasn't in a position to jump into action right away–where he felt most overprotective of his younger sibling. As much as she had aged, she was still naive enough to think that when things went wrong, she'd survive anything unscathed. It was a disease of the young and idealistic, that they were somehow immortal. Hywel still didn't trust the cats around here, like she did.
He turned to the cat next to him, pulling his thoughts back into reign. This was just some ceremony of a type–a supposed cause for celebration, actually–and he needed to stop feeling so on-edge. "My name's Hywel, and yours is...? I don't think we've met before."
