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Jilt was stretched out in the sun, soaking up the warmth. Not caring that she was in a spot where most cats could trip over her. After all, if they did then it was their fault for not paying close enough attention to where they were walking.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 15, 2020 17:29:46 GMT -5
It was a rare thing, to get much sun in the Regime. The surface was frozen over for most of the year, and the weather now was more akin to springtime than a true summer, though appreciated all the same. As for the underground they lived in, well, it was pretty obvious that didn't get much light.
Arcene skipped through the trees, humming a discordant tune. The Regime, for the moment, had all healthy individuals hunting to ensure the group didn't starve considering the general lack of Scouts comparative to the number of soldiers. He, generally, preferred using traps, not only because they were getting such supplies from NightClan with their trade agreement, but it was far easier to laze around, waiting for prey to walk into it's own death, than to hunt it yourself. Of course, it also took longer, and was more prone to others stealing your kill. Like he'd just been doing, oops. Whoops, you snooze, you lose, the Mercenary would get to look good today.
"Ah, Jilt, you look rather comfy!" The fawn classic tabby commented with a smile that seemed strangely distorted for his face. Not that anyone would have ever called him normal, least of all his own family.
Jilt turned her head to look at her brother and rolled her eyes, "Go back to stealing prey, Arcene." At least it was her brother who had found her lazing about and not someone who she'd have to fight if they dared mention her laziness.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 15, 2020 17:45:16 GMT -5
"Nah, already finished my prey stealing for the day. All that's left is to swipe some of the Commander's invention scribbles and see if we can finish them before her. I'm sure if we do, we'll make a pretty gem or two in the League. It may be led by an Eerie, but I'm sure we can sell it out from under her nose." Arcene mused, that unnatural grin still written across his features as he looked at his sister.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 27, 2020 22:29:51 GMT -5
"Make sure she'd distracted, of course. She's bound to be busy. Searching for Superiors while Commanding an entire group without them must be quite the task. I doubt she'd notice a plan or two missing at first glance, and by then, we're long gone." The tom laughed, the sound sharp and soft in all the wrong places that made him sound downright insane. Then again, he was halfway there already, so this wouldn't come as much a surprise to his sister.
