SOMETHING THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE // TAKEOVER ANNOUNCEMENT

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    please note, all demotions are temporary for their rule. NOthing is gonna happen to your bby's ranks, I promise haha, just for the time that this is going down. ]


    Deut had said specifically that Verr would be leading, but you and eras knew different on who would be leading and it would be you two.
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    Lexa held a confident smirk on her maw, however, even then, She held a dangerous, powerful aura. It was finally time, and there was no way in hell Verbranntfur would even have a chance of taking over. Ever. NOt with her in power, not with eras in power. She narrowed her eyes, wiping the smirk off her maw, even though she felt overly confident inside. This was it, it was her time to rule again, and time to take control, to feel the feeling she had been longing for ever since her human self had died.


    She made her way to the Leader's rock, holding her head high as she looked at everyone walking by with a dangerous, serious expression. "Thunderclan!" she called, and to make sure it reached everyone, she used sound manipulation to amplify her voice. Today, everyone would bow to them. "Today, and from now on, you bow to us! Deutschland has left! Eras and I hold full power over all of you, if you rise against us, you will be met by force! and from now on, everyone is demoted..." she yowled out, the face painted feline's gaze showed her power, showed her control, and showed just how dangerous she was, along with the situation.


    "Anyone we suspect to be against us, will be labelled a traitor and be sent to be a prisoner!" she added out, she paused dramatically, eyeing everyone who had gathered. Most were shocked, however, she saw many angry faces, however, that just made her feel more powerful. No matter what, they were...They would bow.


    "Add whatever you want..." she sent telepathically to eras.



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    Frostpaw stood in horror. She was higher ranked than Lexa. Who said that she called the shots? This was madness! But was it the spirit that disagreed, or Frost? Probably both. As much as she didn't want to, Frostpaw had to disagree with Lexa. Ruling by fear was wrong. The demon saw this as a chance for blood. "Lexa, don't you see? This can't ha-" Shut up! the demon snarled, pounding in her head. The fox's eyes turned grey. She glared at the serval. "Kitty, who says you make the rules? I'll meet your force with claws and teeth." she said, snorting. Frostpaw tried to regain control, but the spirit was pushing her out. That's not what I want to say! That'll cause a fight! Frostpaw wailed in her head.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=georgia][sub] Bertolt came upon the scene shortly after hearing Lexa's voice echo across the territory. There was a furious look in his eyes as he stared at Lexa's painted face. There was no chance in hell that Lexa was going to take over. He would not sit idly by while the clan went under harsh rule by someone like Lexa. "We'll never bow to you!" the "traitor" shouted. He conjured a blood-stained dagger and clamped his jaws around the leather handle.

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    A takeover? She wasn't even old enought to recognize what would be best for her. But she always liked Lexa, so why would she go against the strong femme? The kit stayed silent, she'd follow her father wherever he went. But currently her thoughts were to stay on Lexa's side.
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    You looked over the group, a rather annoyed expression coming to form to you. Huh...seemed they'd all be prisoners to you then...Interesting
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    Lexa looked to Frostpaw, or to whatever demon had possessed her, an eerie calm replacing her annoyed look. A small smirk came to her maw, and she narrowed her eyes a bit, she almost laughed, but then again, she never laughed without it sounding insane. Instead of taking the statement as an insult, she took it as a compliment.


    "You are to address me as Heda." she spat out coldly, she was giving them a warning."And you're claws and teeth will be met by a sword to the heart." she said bitterly, even though her gaze showed amusement. and of course, she was not joking Her black titanium longsword materialized underneath her paws, and she grabbed it, holding it up threateningly as she rubbed her paws over the blade.


    Inside, the demon had provoked her...and he was going to get it..sooner or later. "Now how about you get youre petty Claws and teeth up here, hmm?" her eyes narrowed as her calm suddenly change to anger, ferocity. A fiery symbol that showed she could take on anyone.


    Turning to the outburst of nymeria, she couldn't help but be a bit surprised. However, that never showed, and her expression remained neutral, only a hit of anger in her words. "I suggest you better pipe down, Princess...." she growled out, "Because I'm giving you all about one minute to adjust before Blood will be shed." she said.


    Oh, and look who it was?! Everyone's favorite traitor....Her gaze met his, and any calm she had in herself vanished. He would not be here under her rule. In fact, she could use hum dead. Maybe his head as a prop of sorts. Yes, she was forgetting the ties she had to cut off heads and her sister. And that to her, was her becoming stronger. Nothing any longer affected her. "Traitor, You leave my presence now before your locked up and tortured." she spat out, and she meant it. SHe was capable of anything right now. Anything.


    Up on the rock, her fiery gaze met everyone's eyes there. Their anger fueled her, and despite the situation, she felt way more powerful than she ever had. She held her head high, "Ogud sonraun gon Heda!" she yelled out in her native language. God, how that made her feel even better.


    The translation was "Long live the Commander". WHy? Well she was back in charge, and heda or commander, ruled all.



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    [color=white]What?! I'll never listen to you guys, this is my home, and everyone else, and you aren't going to take over our home! Steven would shout, not even quite knowing what he was saying. All he knew was that he definitely wasn't going to bound down to these people, those he barely even knew either.

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    He could feel annoyance inside of him, but it was foreign, though he'd felt the feeling before. He groped inside his mind for a moment, resting on the soul of Viakit. He nearly flinched back. There was razor shards of impatience. "Why don't you do something?" the voice asked, once again. Butterflykit bit his lip. "I-I can't. Please, I can't." he muttered, burying his face into his paws, wincing at the tangs in his ribs.


    He gazed at all of his clanmates, half-closed eyes quite mournful and dull. Then his gaze panned upwards to the ebony sword, which had rendered him like this. "Don't be stupid." he muttered, not mustering the strength or the courage to call out. Was this how it would all end? His killer taking over while he stood back, unable and unwilling to help? He didn't want to get killed, that was all, but what had happened? "Don't do it."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height:300px; width: 350px; color: lightgrey; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/images11/cur1058.gif"), auto;]Hmm. A ThunderClan "political party" Jupiter actually had interest in supporting. Well, wasn't that great? Even though he was demoted. That was fine for him. "Ogud sonraun gon heda!" he echoed in a confident shout. Yes. This was what he was waiting for.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=georgia][sub] A snarl pulled its way onto Bert's lips as he stared with hatred at Lexa. "You're the traitor, trying to take over ThunderClan!" he shouted at Lexa. At this point, he probably would get captured and tortured even worse than what Deathstroke did to him, just because Lexa hated Bertolt. But he didn't care, cause even if she did try to capture him, she'd have to chase him down first. "And if you want me to leave, you'll have to make me. This is my home more than it is yours."

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    Lexa looked over the crowd, her fiery green gaze found Steven, and she almost laughed in mockery. how stupid was he? Hmm? This was her home as well. NOt like she was some crazy foreigner. And, not to mention, what Nymeria had said?? well, she had earned it. In her past life and this life.


    "You must have forgotten this is my home too..." she said mockingly toward steven, a mixture of a snarl and a smirk on her face. he was kind of stupid to think this was just the anti-lexirare rulers land, and their land only. Because frankly, she was the one in charge.


    Then... then there was butterflykit. She saw him in the back, and her hard gaze faltered as she looked away from his direction. NO. She was not weak. He did not bother her. He couldn't not right now. Whether or not he saw what she had just done or how she faltered a bit was to be seen, but she wasn't worrying about that. NOt now.


    And then, just as soon as she had faltered she was back and all the way tyrant again. She heard Jupiter's repeating of her chant, and a smirk came to her maw. There was a supporter...Wonderful. And a decently strong one as well. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to him, before looking to Nymeria. Wow, she had some guts didn't she?


    "You are either born with it, or you never make it. I've made it many times before. And where are you standing?" she snarled out, challenging the female as the thin fur upon her body began to bristle in warning. "Last chance for you to get your words out before you're held prisoner for speaking them." she finally said to no one in particular. Usually she wouldn't have been so nice, and let them have that time. But, she was. How pathetic of her.


    She looked to bertolt, her green gaze burning as she bristled even more. She looked at him, fine, he got his last words. and that was it. "That is where I belong, at the top of thunderclan." she spat at him, her claws coming unsheathed as she took the blade in her paws once more. "Traitor consists of helping enemies, if you didn't know."she added a bit sassily.


    At his last statement, she had enough of his talking. HIs time was up. She leapt of the rock, pushing through the crowd and snapping at those who made comments. She held the sword as she came towards him. She aimed to push him to the ground forcefully, while holding the blade to his throat threateningly. "Then I guess I'll take you out myself." she snarled in his face, glaring and eyeing him dangerously.


    It was true, she did hate bertolt. from quite literally the first time she met him...and what was he doing? he was helping a tribe member.



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    The large german shepherd would pad over, the hair on his neck risen. He stood beside Nymeria, his single eye glaring up at Lexa. "You are stepping out of your rank power Lexa. You cannot take over Thunderclan. I'm next in line to be leader, not you you bitch" he would growl in a low tone. Not once had the deputy been so purely pissed off in his life. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=georgia][sub] Bertolt was successfully pushed to the ground by Lexa, and could feel the cold steel of her blade pressed against his throat. But at the same time, he positioned his bloody dagger less than an inch away from her throat. "You're going down with me if you kill me," he whispered threateningly in her ear. If he had to, he could always teleport away without being harmed... or, using his elemental powers, blow her away with wind.

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    Lexa only flickered her ear towards verbranntfur, she'd deal with him later. However, for now, Bertolt was her fight. she would not fight anyone else unless they did they same to her. Or, she felt the need. But right now, her hatred for bertolt would soar. She would kill him if she had to.


    When the blade was suddenly up at her throat, she almost laughed, instead, a scowl formed on her face. she had way to many knives and blades pressed to her throat. more than many would think. And what happened? either they backed off, or they were dead. "Obviously you don't know me..." she growled out. "I go down with no one."


    As she pinned bertolt to the ground, her eyes locked onto his, attempting to read any actions he would do next. However, to him, her gaze was cold, full of hatred and anger. usually she would have slit his throat and been done with it, made an example of him. AT least, that's what her human form would have done. But, something told her to wait. Other things needed to happen first.


    She dug her claws into his chest, loosing her paw on her sword her just a moment, before in a swift motion, eyes still locked onto him, she aimed to whack the blade out of his hand, at the same time moving out of a lashing-out length, however if she succeeded, the blade she knocked out of his hand would cause hers to bleed. but even then, as she stood a little ways away, she held her sword, out in her other paw, daring him to do anything else.


    "ai Gyon op Yu..." she threatened. This translated to "I dare you" and even if he didn't understand her, her actions and gaze said it all.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=georgia][sub] The blade flew from his hand as Lexa hit it. It lodged itself in the ground a little ways away. Bertolt's gaze flickered to the knife, but then returned to Lexa when the pungent smell of blood began to seep from the wound on Lexa's hand. A chuckle escaped from his mouth when he saw the crimson droplets of Lexa's life drip from the cut. "Looks like the wannabee queen got hurt. Aw," Bertolt spoke in a provoking manner. However he was defenseless, and already in pain from the claws embedded in his belly, but he wouldn't let anything show to her.

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    [justify]This is madness. Chas thought, watching the scene unfold. He didn't know who to trust, but it definitely wasn't their new rulers. Frostpaw and Roe, that's who he could trust.
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