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In this thread, Vera will be announcing to the league that they must abandon their territory for the winter due to the toxic prey. You have the freedom to choose whether or not your cat agrees with this or not, which could create a fun little rift right off the bat if you want. However, in the end, everyone will be leaving. After the announcement, a day will pass for everyone to get their affairs in order, and then THE JOURNEY will begin. The league will travel as a whole, setting off through the Lost Lands and towards the unexplored south, towards warmer weather.
This Journey is meant to mimic the GREAT JOURNEY of the Warriors series. Some cats will perish along the way, and you may make up cats to die for the purpose of the plot. This plot phase can be as interesting as you want it to be, it all depends on the work you put in to it!
Please keep in mind that PROXY and MAGE tryouts are also happening at this time!
"From lands of poison to prosperity, Tongues shall speak laden with lies, Beware the bearer of the one true blood, For neither can live while the other survives."
It felt like mere days ago she had come across this league, becoming its Nemesis had been the blink of an eye. She had changed so much -- too much -- since arriving. When she had arrived, she had been flanked by her most trusted comrades, her own blood. Time had claimed them as victims, but Vera continued to be just out of reach. Some days, she wished she could simply fall to the black grasp of its razor sharp claws. Now, with the weight of this prophecy, whispered by Xithymia in the night, she wondered if her time was coming soon to an end.
Perhaps she had moved too fast. Maybe leading with an iron fist wasn't the right approach to leadership. Would they follow her, if it weren't for the fear of death that arose from disobedience? Would they follow her now, an outsider at heart, a foreign crown, into the unknown? The notion was laughable. Of course they would, but likely not voluntarily. It begged the timeless question: was it better to be feared, or to be loved? Love was temporary; you can fall in and out of love. But fear? Fear is innate; it lurks in the deepest corners of the primal mind. It takes a superego to love, but merely an id to fear. Love gives the illusion of choice. Fear is unquestionable.
Vera E'tani let her voice ring out, the unwavering command of her voice drawing every soul out from every shadow. The sheer power of her voice was admirable, but the fact that she had maintained her throne upon the empire of ash and blood for such an era was downright impressive. The circumstances surrounding Vera's reign, however, were unstable at best -- nepotism and treachery ran rampant throughout her government. She had seamlessly covered up Ruslan's betrayal so as to not diminish the family's reputation, but his death had induced questions. Her kits were deserting the league left and right, and although she placed a kill order on each of their heads without so much as batting an eye, she was one crack in the mask away from being questioned. No one dared to directly defy or openly challenge the Nemesis -- at least, not yet.
A light breeze blew through the clearing, carrying with it winter's frozen exhale. The Nemesis glared down at her league, which had taken less than a moment to gather. This meeting would be open to discussion, unlike announcements in the past. She wanted to hear what her constituents had to say. Internally, she was conflicted; inviting them to conversation could be taken as a sign of weakness, and could lead to the first pawhold in her downfall. Vera was tired of sleeping with one eye open, sick of feeling suspicious of her own kits. She wanted to reconstruct the league built on a skeleton of respect -- after all, if the league didn't have one another's backs, then what, pray tell, made them a league at all? There was no unity, there was no mutualism. Vera felt like the only strand of fiber binding any of them together. She was not so foolish as to think there would be anything like a clan structure, woven with love or whatever ratcrap they professed. No, there would still be fear, there would still be blood -- but one blood. You are the League, or you are against the League. It was coming time to choose.
"Hunters of Primal Instinct," she began, her voice the only sound echoing throughout the ruins, "the time has come where I must make a difficult decision. Although not unprecedented, this announcement may come as a shock to most of you. It is no secret that the prey has fallen ill on our territory, for reasons unknown. As you know, I relinquished the Colony earlier this year to Brookclan, as its maintenance became more of a tax on the league than a benefit during the summer. Now, even if we did win the territory back, it wouldn't be enough to sustain us all without the baseline income of our own territory, and the wounds we would suffer from battle would result in the loss of many lives. We have too many enemies to be weakened and vulnerable during winter -- any number of the clans we've triumphed over in the past would be more than happy to return the favor. Perhaps even all at once -- I don't know."
"But I will not allow that to happen," she continued, cutting off the quiet rise of protests, "no, the league has seasons to see yet. Therefore, I have made the decision that, until the prey on our land is no longer ill, the league will be moving. We will leave in a day's time and head south in search of a new home. I have traveled across lands and know the south to be a warmer place. We will find a place with sufficient prey and protection."
Now, she allowed for silence, listening for their responses and questions.
"We've been suffewing?" Innocentia asked innocently.
The small kitten sized hunter stood out like a sore paw. She had a cartoonishly large pink bow behind her neck and wide yellow eyes. She was as cute as a petunia and munched on a severed piece of flesh named Diego. His blood was still warm, died hours ago of starvation, but no point in wasting a good corpse... She smiled, flashing knife point teeth coated in his blood as she polite blotted her snow white paw against her fangs to get rid of the stains, "That sounds just awful," Her tone wasn't sympathetic, it held interest the same way a hound was curious about a rabbit on its first hunt.
"I VOTE TO MOVE!" Kotori said leaning away from Innocentia, he was a bit of a runt size, but he wasn't as small as Innocentia yet still didn't want to get to near freezing or starving and see her eating his limbs at night. The black tom shivered at the thought.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 17, 2018 13:12:25 GMT -5
Comparatively to her brother, or to most cats really, Zakiyyah was tall, and the difference in appearances and personality was easily showcased as she sat herself beside him, ebony tail curling around white gloved forepaws. The Nightwalker should have been sad, she'd be leaving the Regime far behind, farther even than she already was. But, by now, where her care in such things had lied was an empty pit, and she simply offered a small, secretive smile as her china doll eyes roved up and down her littermate's frame with vague amusement. "Whatever is best for the League." The she-cat responded simply, having no opinion either way.
"Why not hunt in the rogue lands?" Senescence questioned, head tilted slightly as her gaze rose to Vera's. "There's more than enough prey, and the League can deal with the threats of doing so."
Truly, it didn't matter to her where they went, and the scarred feline presumed Vera had already weighed the idea. She was just bored enough to actually participate today, regardless of the effect her words had on anyone around her. Her disinterest was obvious enough anyway, from her lazy posture to her drawling words.
Friday didn't know what to think about them moving. Obviously, it as the best choice. But this was their home, this was where they'd all grown up. Well, for the most part. Some of them had only joined after fighting to prove their loyalty. But that didn't matter to the black she-cat. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go on a journey. It was true, their prey was sick, and they were slowly starving. But that didn't make abandoning their home any better. "We should move." She didn't want to go, but obviously, if it meant their own survival than they should go. She glanced over at the other cats.
(I made a random cat to die on the journey. Friday is a pureblack she-cat with green eyes.)
Kotori looked at Zakiyyah and slid over next to her. Honestly, what was left for them to fight about? They didn't have Regime's system of judgment or fame. In the league they were all equally scummy or poor at fighting and even if Zakiyyah was better at fighting than him it... Somehow didn't hold the same value. He didn't care about what any of these cats thought of him. Or if Zakiyyah would beat him in a battle. They had no family or friends here, all they had was what fragments remained of their relationship however small they maybe. But one of those small fragments was ensuring that Zakiyyah being at a lower rank didn't get eaten by Innocentia. No one deserved to be eaten!
Innocentia nodded in agreement to Senescence. But this was also two of the more powerful cats in the league, of course they felt strong enough to survive. Who care what befell of the rest? Caring for the other members of the league just wasn't the culture they had grown up with. Maybe army size was concerning, but even so Innocentia felt like a capable enough hunter to catch a rabbit or a squirrel, kittens play compared to hunting a cat.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 18, 2018 0:27:13 GMT -5
“I’ve traveled a good distance into the Lost Lands myself,” she stated in response to Senescence, “there isn’t enough prey that isn’t toxic, and I have reason to believe that the illness of the prey is coming from the Lost Lands themselves. The ill prey doesn’t seem to go past our northern border. By the time we would reach purely healthy prey, Senescence, it would likely be a day’s trip. Possibly longer. We would either starve, be left vulnerable here in the territory, or both. I cannot justify living where there is no prey.”
At the ones who voiced their agreement, she gave a small, slight nod. Her expression never revealed her inner thoughts, so no one would see the reassurance that the Nemesis felt at their support. It wasn’t as though she truly needed it — her word was law either way. Wasn’t it?
“You will have a day to get your affairs in order,” she continued, “we will leave tomorrow at first light.”
The Raven-like furs of Mary seemed to flash in the light as the feline tended her muscles. They were moving? It was the only home that Mary had ever truly known. Her lips pressed together, but she gave nothing more than a mere nod. It was rather well known that Mary was quite a loyal follower to Vera E’tani. She ofhen was spoken about how she was in deep debt, but eventually it seemed to become an annoyance how much she strives to please the nemesis. As she nodded, the feline swept her gaze around to the others, wondering what mouse brained idiots would stay behind with the plagued prey that she spoke of.
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POSTEDDec 18, 2018 13:04:15 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Niarra watched, trying to fight the look of amusement in her eyes. Out of all of the things that Vera had done, this was perhaps the one that entertained her most. What was the point of letting the mollusks of the group have a say in anything? It was strange, the fact she even desired to let them have a sense of false choice. It seemed pointless to her, but after all, about ninety percent of the things she chose to do seemed useless to her. Oh, well. She would be able to use this moment to her benefit, soon enough.
Pale blue eyes observed the layout of cats. She felt in part responsible for this; after all, it was her prophecy that prompted heightened levels of concern. However, the shaman felt no remorse. Was she capable of such an emotion? It was unclear.
"We will find a place?" she questioned, her tone covered in the same lack of emotion that she normally portrayed. "I assume you have considered the danger to this," the shaman spoke. "I do not have enough traveling herbs for the entire group, but I have some. The youngest of the League should get them, and so should all vital members." She glanced to Linnea-chan, who sat next to her. She would have enough for her own kittens, she and Hilo, the assassins, the proxies and Vera, but even that group of cats would probably put a strain to the herbs she had left. "I'd say I could probably find enough for all of the weaker cats of the League, but I refuse to reward weakness."
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 18, 2018 14:28:38 GMT -5
"I would not expect you to," Vera E'tani responded to her grand-niece, a trace of distaste lacing her voice at the prospect of her doubt. Helping the weak was a characteristic of the clans; there was a reason there was no elder equivalent in Primal Instinct. Her tone was level and her voice was steady, leaving no room to question her authority. Her chartreuse gaze wandered away from the Shaman's, scanning the multitude of expressions, analyzing their emotions. Her eyes narrowed when they locked with a particular pair of electrifying blue eyes. Her next words were in response to Xithymia, but with such an intense gaze on Niarra, it was as though they were the only two conversing.
"We will indeed find a place," she continued, lifting her chin slightly, "there will likely be cats here who will not see the new horizon. I trust that you can disperse the herbs as you see fit; I also expect that the strongest of the league should not necessarily require them. The ones who are unfit for the journey are unfit for my league, and I have no objection to letting them perish."
There was a certain emphasis placed on certain words, subtle inflections that were directed solely at the golden feline that dared to look her in the eye. It was quite easy for Vera E'tani to cast her gaze elsewhere after that, dismissing Niarra from her attention as easily as she would a corpse.
Innocentia's yellow gaze swerved to the nursery, nine younglings and she was not going to be one of the cats carrying a kit especially when she was practically the size of one and definitely shorter than a trainee, "I'm going out on one last hunt and I'd love some traveling herbs."
Speed was not something she could do. In a battle field sure, but she'd likely be behind the group. She had the endurance for it, but why not have some herbs to ease the tension on her pads if she was able to receive some medicine? After all whatever any league hunter or trainee walked would be twice the pace for her compared to them. But whatever, wherever they would go she would follow. Vera was the most awarding leader to follow yet and she couldn't just get lazy now and stay behind. Though she did hope that there would be her type of prey awaiting wherever they were heading.
Kotori paused in a moment of stupidity wondering what Innocentia could possibly catch when they were all starving, but remembered what her taste of meat was and held his tongue. He silently hoped for Vera to change her mind and decide to move instantly so they could leave Innocentia behind. With her stumpy legs there was no way she could catch up, he might be just a bit shorter than most cats, but wasn't at her level.
Mary had fallen silent. Simply watching the others react, and finding herself thinking about the awaiting adventures.
Elara, however, felt a slight tinge in her chest. She had heard everything, and found herself wondering if she would be one of the cats whom should perish. The little -Chan was indeed, worried. Her lack of good-sight was her weakness. It was widely known of course. However, she was still very observatibe, so perhaps it could work out for the feline? Maybe she could use her strengths in other ways... yes. This seemed... doable. Elara-Chan definitely couldn’t stay behind. For one, she didn’t think her mother would allow such a thing, and for two, who would help her find prey? Or catch it, even?
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 19, 2018 10:30:09 GMT -5
The huntress offered a slight shrug to Vera's reply, either satisfied with it, or deigning not to question her motives further. Truly, it wasn't what she'd have done, then again, if she wasn't trying to keep the League alive, like the Nemesis. She'd have left them to starve or find their own way of managing things, and those who died would have been no loss to her. It was simply a difference of opinion, ultimately, and it wasn't like Senescence intended to try and stop her, meaning her opinion was rather worthless wasn't it? "I'll join in." The scarred feline turned her mismatched gaze to Innocentia as she spoke. She could use something to pass the time anyhow. It wasn't like there was anything she had to do in the meantime.
"Anything we need to get ready, Kotori?" Zakiyyah questioned, leaning back into a more comfortable sitting position. Ultimately, she hadn't been part of the League long enough to really have any 'affairs' she needed to attend, unless she'd grossly misjudged something. Her brother, for once, actually had a better idea of what to do than she did, even if that idea amounted to nothing needing to be done.
Innocentia nodded to Senescence, "Sounds great, south borders are usually the best for an easy snack."
Throughout time people came and went, but Senescence always stayed, much like her mother. Probably one of the few cats around that still understood the leagues old ways. Nostalgia always did have more of a charm. There was just a certain type of personality back then that simply could never be captured in the current leagues day and age. These cats lived in fear to their leader, Senescence and her came from a time when every cat followed the leader, but at the first sign of blood in the water, even if it was from a kit or a leader anyone could rightfully pounce. Things were... More savage, but not very interesting.
"I don't think we need anything, but rest," Kotori admitted.
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 19, 2018 18:51:23 GMT -5
“I recommend that everyone get some rest,” Vera concluded, satisfied with their response. She gave a slight nod at Senescence’s response, actually feeling slight relief at the prospect of her agreement. It was never like Vera to be so diffident, but years of practiced lying rendered her expression unreadable, a carefully crafted mask concealing her inner thoughts. Despite a void of sentiment, there certainly was a lack of her usual authoritarian manner.
“I will be available to address concerns that some of you may have. To reiterate, we will be leaving at first light tomorrow. We will wait for no one,” the Nemesis added, and her next words incorporated an uncharacteristically reassuring tone. “This is for the good of the league, and I haven’t made this decision lightly. We are strong, we are Primal Instinct — we will survive. When all else is gone, we remain; don’t forget that. Dismissed.”
With her final words, she retreated back from the ledge, descending the stairs and reappearing at the base of the ruins a heartbeat later.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 20, 2018 14:39:32 GMT -5
The huntress' tail twitched, and her eyes slid to the Nemesis once more, watching her for a few heartbeats. It wasn't long ago she'd stated the League wasn't the type to praise others for 'heroic' deeds, and for that matter, they weren't the reassuring types either. It was entirely odd that the Nemesis would feel the need to reassure anyone about their ability to survive. If she was trying to reassure herself, and not the League, or even if she was attempting to reassure them as well, she was playing a dangerous game. If she'd noticed, so did others, and most of them weren't so likely to disregard it.
As for Innocentia.... Indeed, they were the old cats of the League. Old moreso in knowing a time long before Vera's family had overtaken the place, than in actual age. Few cats could claim to have been around so long, and it was a testament to their skills, whether it be intelligence, strength, or ability to fade into the background, to have survived thus far. "Let's get going then, before we waste anymore time. Unless we have any impromptu volunteers." The heavily scarred feline rose to her paws in a leisurely stretch, claws scratching against the ground lightly as she rose to her full height, bored gaze drifting briefly over the League once before she made her way over to Innocentia.
"Then I guess we should rest. Unless we want to see if we can find a piece of suitable prey, first." Chances were low, Zakiyyah expected, for them to find anything worthwhile, but she posed the question anyway. Though, of course, she intended for them to go alone... and not join the crazy party that their cousin and Innocentia had formed.
"I hardly get any impromptu volunteers except for you," Innocentia purred, her tail moving dangerously close to Senescence's chin before it twitched inward.
Innocentia glanced back at the ruins one last time before heading off into the woods, "I call luring the cat out, that's the fun part for me. After you can do what you like if you want to have the killing blow, but I definitely get the best meat," By any passer bys Innocentia could easily sound like a little kit arguing over her future hunt calling dibs on the most childish of things, but this prey was... Smarter than the average kind. Or perhaps in particular cases, dumber than the average kind.
"Hey share my nest for tonight or I mean, just take it. I can watch over you, besides, you're practically a hunter like me now," Kotori invited, finally able to look Zakiyyah in the eyes.
"You like your prey diced, filleted, or whole?" Senescence replied easily, not bothering to challenge Innocentia's way of things. It worked for her, seeing as she'd gone into this with the intention of getting her paws dirty. It was almost disturbing, the ease in which they seemed to fall in step with each other, though they didn't particularly spend to much time together. Their ideas of how to spend the day didn't usually line up, after all, with Innocentia looking for cats to eat, and Senescence keeping to herself, doing who knows what besides nearly get herself killed on a weekly basis.
Zakiyyah's gaze drifted to Vera for a moment, before eventually returning to Kotori, her expression not having shifted in the slightest. "Almost, but not quite." She replied. Whether she appreciated the offer or not was up for debate, but she hadn't been promoted yet. She wasn't a huntress yet, and though she had nearly every right, there were still some differences between them.
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POSTEDDec 28, 2018 16:00:32 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Xithymia watched with the subtle disdain that always carried in her eyes. Cats had become used to this, the far off look in her eyes. They had grown used to the distance that formed around her and the rest of the world. Her tail twitched. She wasn't necessarily the one to question Vera's intention, at least not outwardly. Still, there was a hint of uncertainty somewhere deep in her chest. Was this the best idea for the group? It would weed out the weak, and that wasn't something that Xithymia was particularly opposed to. Yet, there was something about it that felt strange.
On one hand, Xithymia was not sure that there was anything that could be done either. She had been there the night of the first poisoned prey to be found. Vera E'tani had sent her to her lab to figure it out. She had disected it and fed a piece to one of the cats that wandered in her den. He hadn't survived. That had been a sign that something was wrong, and since, more and more such prey had been found that way. Eventually, wouldn't all prey be contaminated in that way. That meant they were sitting ducks here.
Yet, on the other hand, the prophecy lingered in her mind. For neither can live while the other survives, the words had been going back and forth in her mind since her dream... What did that mean for the League upon departure?
Post by xx.sapphire on Dec 28, 2018 17:01:46 GMT -5
THE NEXT MORNING
The dawn had come, and it had come far too quickly for Vera E'tani's taste. Her chartreuse gaze reflected the quiet fire of the morning, her eyes displaying a more golden hue in this light. The morning was cold, and a fresh breeze carried the scent of winter as it filtered through the ruins, drawing tails tighter around bodies to keep warm. Soon enough, the rigor of the journey would kindle laborious warmth within them all.
The Nemesis waited, watching the sun just beginning to peek out above the horizon. Today, they needed an unquestionable leader. They needed the Vera E'tani who installed the New Order, hailing from the legendary syndicate of Pravus Nocte, who did not accept anything less than blind obedience and organized chaos. The Vera E'tani who came in and took the league by storm, breaking it down and rebuilding it in a vision of glory and gore. They needed her, not the ground-up shadow that Vera felt more often than not these days.
Nevertheless, she lifted her chin, waiting for the league to finish assembling. Today, she needed to draw strength from her past self. There was simply no other option.
Batair yawned emerging from his resting place near his father. He spotted his grandmother and curious he went over to her.
"Grandmother, what if our territory doesn't get better?" Batair asked. He didnt dare question her decision to leave, it was sensible to do so. But he was curious what she'd do.
"Could we drive out one of those weak clans?" He asked. "Take their territory? If we establish ourselves a ways away we could reign terror on them!"
He also was concerned that without the clans to target... what would he and his father have to do? They were assassins.
WELCOME TO THE PERFECT STORM.
