Visiting [Drought]

[Strike]

Strike had heard a lot about this plan of Droughts, and even though she wasn't a fighter, she was enthralled by the absolutely amazing strategy behind it. Of course, there was no doubt that she could have come up with it, but the fact that the cat who she considered a brute came up with it? She was slightly amazed. Amazed enough to talk with him about it.

Slight bits of doubt made their way into the back of her mind as she approached the leader's tree, but she pushed them aside. Surely Drought would accept a congratulations without him attacking her. And if he did decide to attack her, she wouldn't be too disappointed either. Of course, their whole history was built on their fighting.

She slowed to a halt, the bright mid day sunlight making her amber eyes glint. The feline took a breath. "Oh, Drought!~" she called, a twinge of amusement in her voice. She hadn't spoken to him since her last outburst when he had become leader. Strike had accepted him as the leader, yet everyone seemed to think she hadn't. Perhaps the ignorance of some of the DeathClanners is what really got on her nerves.

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It had been several days since the raid on TreeClan. With two Clans now forced to obey him, Drought had become quite introverted as he continued to plot. There was still so much to do, and a number of things could go wrong at any point. The spotted leader had spent most of that morning prowling around the swamps, deep in thought. He'd managed to catch a plump toad at one point, which had made for a tasty late-morning snack.

As the sun reached the midpoint of its daily journey, Drought padded back to his tree. The tom gladly slipped into the tunnel that was hidden among the roots. He stepped into the dark, earthy den with a twitch of his nose. Some of the extra prey seems to be going bad. I guess I should have expected that; the weather has been warmer this past moon. I'll have to deal with that later.

Before he could sit down in his nest and properly relax, a terribly familiar singsong voice drifted down into the den. Curling his lip in irritation, the leader growled a reply without bothering to leave his earthy sanctuary.

"What in the name of Darkpool do you want? I've got better things to do than to humor you, Strike."

[Strike]

Strike flicked her ear as she heard a voice come from the tangled mess of roots of the tree, and slowly, she poked her head between the roots, eyes adjusting quickly to see Drought in front of her. She instantly pulled her head back, not wanting to have it clawed. After all, with only her head inside of the leader's den, it was an extremely vulnerable position, and there was a high chance of him attacking her for intruding. That wasn't what she had come here for.

The young she-cat sat down, tail curled politely around her paws. "So hostile, Drought, You hurt my feelings," she fake pouted, making a sad face before shaking it off. "You see, Drought, I came here to grant you a congratulations. I find that the way you've manipulated two clans with nothing more than two kits to be utterly extraordinary. Not even that, but the way that you've managed to force them to be your slaves with only the two kits; I wonder how you came up with such an idea. I've always seen you as this brute. Perhaps I've been wrong?"

Repositioning herself, the battle scarred female lowered her head to peer a bit more into the leader's den, ears flicked up. "I've also come to ask what else you have planned. I must admit, despite the ingeniousness behind your strategy, a clan may grow tired and sacrifice the bundle of fur to rebel. The chances of that are around..." she trailed off, tapping her tail on the ground. She shrugged, looking back at Drought. "Knowing the soft clan cats, I'd say that the chance of them doing such a thing is only about one fourth, and I am still intrigued by your creation of the idea. In a way, it's simple, but underneath there's an underlying complexity that I find absolutely astounding."

Perhaps, underneath, there was a slight fear that she was talking too much, but she did little to let that idea show, as she found herself enjoying talking battle strategy. Hell, he hadn't even replied yet and she was enjoying herself. You know, as long as he kept those claws of his positioned safely inside of his paws, she would stay as comfortable as she was now.