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Undertow maintained an air of composure as he entered the area that Shule had stated he was to meet her at. He'd spoken to Gardenia to get advice on how to proceed thanks to his new promotion to mercenary superior, as always her advice was good and he'd taken it to heart. But still he couldn't help the unease he felt as he looked around for any sign of the commander. Though the only sign of his unease was that he had paused a ways back to slow his breathing and make sure he was the picture of composure. No longer was he a hidden current unknown amongst the masses, now he had to take a leader role and if he choked now it could easily do him in. He took a moment to lick his shoulder to cover up his renewed nerves, smoothing over the edge of the scars around his neck. He was all too familiar with how if caution wasn't practiced while something was digging into your neck could lead to the grave.
Now to make sure that Shule hadn't given him so much rope he now hung himself.
"Commander Shule?" He spoke when he spotted her. "You wanted to speak with me?"
She waved him in with a twitch of her tail, formal, but less so than she was with the general population. Undertow, since becoming Superior, had been granted a certain measure of insight into the feline when she wasn't always in leadership mode. Which, to say, wasn't all too much, as very few save for her direct family got to see her in her entirety, but it was less rigidly cold and unfeeling.
"Yes, I did. Come sit." The ebony feline indicated with her head to the space in front of her. The Regime was lacking in numbers. They had, oh, sixty cats in their entirety? Which wasn't exactly the worst in number, but considering that they only had ten Mercenaries, and nine Scouts, if one included the Cadets, they weren't exactly in the best of places, especially considering the number of tykes was just a few shy of meeting the combined number of said Scouts and Mercenaries.
Undertow nodded and took a seat beside her. Much like how he'd found his black pelt made him hard to spot in deep waters, Commander Shule's dark fur almost blended with the shadows of the tunnels they resided in. "What did you want to discuss?" Undertow asked. Gardenia had told him that with the lower numbers of Mercenaries and scouts they needed to bolster their ranks. While Undertow recalled being urged to take every opportunity to recruit (which was how he'd wound up in the regime himself, he'd been spotted and flagged over and given the choice of join or gain a few scratches for trespassing.) "Is it in regards to our rather low number of mercenaries?" He figured it was better to either rule it out and to show he was at least aware of some of the things going on in the league. It would reflect poorly on him if he was unaware.
Shule nodded. "Correct. We have enough cats hunting currently to feed the ranks, but we're in dire need of more in the case of an invasion. The League, for example, is a potential source of strife, as is SunClan. We would have a difficult time with the former at best, and the latter, we have no chance of beating if it came to it. The bottom line is, we need more Mercenaries." She explained.
Undertow nodded. "I know of a few places where I could send cats to go recruit. There's a place I used to frequent as a rogue where you can find cats looking for a better lot." He meowed. "Downside is we'd need to weed out any lazy ones." He mused. "It would get us numbers, but it would take time to weed out the bad ones. I've also heard that some clans, particularly those mountain ones and that group that likes to act like a band of rogues did an exchange of apprentices. If we're desperate could find out what they're doing and make off with a few of the exchange apprentices. Try to recruit them that way, but again we'd have to come up with a curriculum to encourage them to join us and how to avoid revealing too much to them." as he spoke he was drawing in the ground with his paw he could already think of a few rogues he could pull in if they'd survived WaterClan's fall.
Marina had been interested in clan life, but who was to say if she was still around after the flood? And he had to be careful since his old stomping grounds were very close to PI. They all might've moved to gather elsewhere.
