drop of dreams [drought]

[Dove]

For so long the tabby wanted to visit her leader, not knowing if he was around his tree, or just walking around the territory. She hadn't seen him in a while, and the frequent clan meetings were not as frequent nowadays. Was something plaguing the well-known tom? She did not know, but Deathclan was not the Deathclan that she remembered it to be, not since the exile of Lyric. Where was the small gray cat now? Rockclan, if she remembered correctly.

Leaving her den, headed up north to reach the familiar tree that Drought resided, she bounced around the entrance for a while, unsure whether to enter his den or to just sit outside and wait. Well, if she were to enter and he wasn't there, then he would know that someone was looking through his things, but if he were in there, and she were to sit out here, wouldn't it look like she was just loitering around? Oh, imagine seeing a cat just lazing around, waiting to speak without any intention to poke a whisker in. Pathetic.

She took a quick sniff of the entrance and detected that he was gone for a while. Hunting, patrolling, causing havoc. That was all that she could think of for now, until there was a rustling in the bushes beside her. Scrambling back onto her paws, the royal took a step toward the bush. "@drought? Is that you?" she called, unsure who was around.

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| My posts will be a bit short because I'm multitasking. |


Drought did feel as if he should be holding Clan meetings more often, but what was there to announce? Life had been quiet since greenleaf. Not to say that he hadn't been plotting things, because he had - however, the time to put those plans into action had not yet arrived.

The leader had been out hunting that day. He was returning to his tree-den with a fat crow in his jaws when he noticed a familiar fresh scent in the air. Ah, a member of DeathClan's royalty was here. It would be good to speak with someone competent for once.

"It is," rumbled Drought as he stepped into the clearing that surrounded his tree. "I hope you haven't been waiting here for too long. Did you need something from me?

[Dove]

She first noticed the crow before her leader's appearance. Figured. Her little green eyes then darted back to the face of the tom and shook her head. How odd was it that she did not notice his scars until now?

"Oh no. I just barely got here too." she said, as if trying to make it sound like nothing was really important for this conversation. "You have been quiet for a while. Is there anything that is running around that devious mind of yours?"

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To be honest, Drought had nearly forgotten about his scars by now. It wasn't like they were in areas that he could easily see - with a jagged one on the side of his neck, two on his cheek, and three crossing his eye, the only time he noticed them was when he was gazing into a particularly clear pool of water. His torn ears were another story - sometimes his paws would catch on the uneven edges if he was grooming in a rush. There used to be other marks, too, but they had all faded over the moons.

"Ah, good. I know how irritating it can be to wait around." Smiling faintly, the leader padded over to one of the roots of his tree and sat down on it. "Naturally. It's rare that my mind is devoid of a still-brewing plot or two. You'll know what those plans are when the time is right," he purred.

[Dove]

I apologize for the wait. school get busy the past few days.

She gave a faint smile at his remark to his question. Good. He did not question why she was asking, and seeing that the tom was now sitting, she had a feeling that he was comfortable. The tabby pawed the ground a bit, sighing once before giving her leader a nod, too sitting down. If he wanted this conversation to be short, he would have just sent her off, not like it would have bothered her or not.

"When the time is right." she repeated, keeping that note in the small head of hers. "I am just a bit hesitant of what the rest of us are supposed to do while waiting for your summons. The younglings are trampling around the territory, acting like they own the place, and the adults are more" she paused, searching for the word.

"Foreign."

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Drought tore off a piece of his crow and tossed it to Dove; then took a bite of his share. May as well eat while the prey was still warm. Besides... it wouldn't be long before a good meal was hard to come by. He could already feel the nip of cold becoming more prominent as leaf-bare approached. Though the leader was confident that he'd be able to catch enough food to sustain himself through the winter, he had his doubts about some of the younger members of his Clan.

"You want something to do? Alright. Make sure those younglings know their place; I have better things to be doing than sending a bunch of idiots to Darkpool." The black-and-white tom allowed a faint growl to enter his voice as he spoke. He was sick of these arrogant peasants disrespecting him, and none of the royals doing anything about it. A public execution might be in order if this foolishness continued for very much longer.

[Dove]

It surprised her, that the other half of the crow was offered. She did not even suspect her leader to have the decency to even share. Giving a small purr, the she-cat nibbled the bird, then tearing off a decent portion.

His proposition. To place the cats in their rank and status within the group, did she even have the courage to do that? "I will do my best to make sure that the others know where they stand within the clan." 

The tabby wondered how she would get that done though. To challenge the younglings to a battle? They were so young compared to her, but every cat had to learn how to fight one day. And to experience defeat. "So how have you been, other than coming up with that plan of yours? Still well and all?"

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Drought nodded slowly as he continued to chew on the black bird. "Good. If you see other members of the royalty, remind them that it is their duty to do the same. I'd rather not have to crush an uprising from a bunch of peasants who got too bold for their own health." He flexed his claws, frustrated that the lower ranks couldn't just obey him. What was so difficult about it? If they didn't want to listen, they were quite free to leave his Clan and never return.

"Aside from that... yes. I'm quite well. Not sure if I can say the same for Ragabash; he's been awfully quiet lately. I'll have to visit the Tribe later and find out what's become of it."

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[Dove]

short, lazy response. I thought I replied last week. ;n;

"I will." she replied, keeping an eye focused on her leader and the other on the crow. 'If only it were that easy to find the Royals nowadays. It's as if we've become outnumbered now.' she kept that to herself, knowing that if that slipped from her mouth, the American shorthair would surely demolish her rank back to peasant, or just torment her as a show to the rest of the clan. No, she could not bear the humility that she seen others face. She shuddered a bit, thinking about her spine being met by Drought's claws. It was not a delightful thought.

"Oh, Ragabash. I'm sure that he's just secretly waiting for you to visit soon." The tabby flicked her tail, enjoying that he was having a somewhat love life. Interesting it was, to see that he actually had an attraction to another cat. "If you do speak to him and all goes well, would you two be intending on merging cats together? You know. . . like combine his with yours."

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Oddly enough, Drought would've agreed with Dove if she'd spoken that thought aloud. Royalty were always outnumbered by peasants, and it was mainly supposed to be that way. But there had been a bit of a shift in DeathClan; the higher ranks were not respected as they should be by most. This was something that required correction. The leader had neither the time not the patience to deal with any sort of civil uprising. He'd probably end up slaughtering half the population if that ever happened, and turning this forest into a bloodbath didn't seem like very much fun.

He quirked a cat eyebrow at the grey cat's comment on Ragabash. "Perhaps he is," chuckled Drought quietly. He allowed the smallest of genuine smiles to tug at the corners of his mouth before resuming his pokerface. "But no, DeathClan will not be combined with the Tribe. Most of them are accustomed to a peaceful lifestyle. Why should I ask them to convert to our ways?" The group of loners honestly didn't seem like the brutal types that Drought's group needed, honestly. Bit of a shame.