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Blackmatter · Nov 10th 2016

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The tom was carrying the prey Brackenwing had wanted to pass along, he wanted an audience with the lioness anyhow, he didn't mind passing the prey along.

Brackenwing had told him he spoke with Kat to reassure their leader.... and he hoped that worked. As of late there seemed something odd going aorund, but there was more to this than just sending reassurance down the line would make him feel at ease against with. Since he woke up here he had no doubt or question for his loyalty. However, he did fear witnessing the same treachery he didn't prevent the first time he saw it brewing...

He hadn't stopped it last time, even when he had suspected... This time was different. His ways were dead, his clan was dead, he was sure all linage, kin, anything were dead. His loyalty was bound here, to Dystopia.

"Dystopia." He called into the cave, but didn't dare to enter it. The last thing he wanted was to upset her, and that was mostly what he feared. That and any lashback that may come from the tension growing between the higher powers... ".... If you're free, I wish to speak with you."

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dystopia · Nov 10th 2016

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Her rounded ears lifted at the sound of Nightflower. A trusted clanmate to her; this whole possession thing with them seemed to be going smoother then the whole Obscuro situation. Then again, this spirit was new and she didn’t hold any grudge with them the way she did the Black Spiral Dancers leader. So until there was trouble, she could trust Night well enough.

”I’m open, come in.” The Boss would say, her voice steady as she hauled herself up into a sitting position, ignoring the way her stomach churned uncomfortably. Shaking her horned head clear of her mixing thoughts she would turn around to face the Paragon. ”What do you need?”
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Blackmatter · Nov 10th 2016

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There was clear worry in the toms blue eyes as he heard the odd noise and t=picked up a... scent. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but decided against asking the stupid question of 'are you okay', as he instead dropped the odd looking prey (a bush baby) near his leader. "... I wasn't sure if you had eaten yet... and I wished to speak with you about..."

About? The tom frowned, whiskers twitching as he contemplated.

See, Nightflower wasn't what a lot of people would call 'smart'. Most of his intellect came from what would now be classified as 'street smarts', and if the scale was out of five for measuring intelligence... he'd probably be a two at best. It was something he wasn't particularly aware of, but always fought against if he was called out on it.

This also meant... well, Nightflower was slow, and simple. Loyalty was loyalty, and when told "we're the baddest of them all!" while witnessing the way life moved in the Exilers confused him.

"... I wanted to check if you were doing well. I have never before seen..." That emotion, whatever it was called. Not fear, or rage really.... "I respect you, and I was worried that something else may be bothering you. Not that you would ever admit it, or say it, so I decided to drop it. However, I would like to understand a few things... and I feel you are the only one who can teach me."

Another weird feeling; Nightflower had lived to be older than Dystopia currently was now. However... he knew he was out of place here. "... We are the Exiles. We're supposed to be brutal. I don't mind that, honestly I don't.... care." It was another weird feeling. "I don't care that we raid, or torture, or kill, or capture." He had kept a HawkClanner for fun like a pet. "It's different, and strange to me. But I woke up here, this is my 'clan'. So my devotion is to you, as our leader. That being said... I feel that others do not respect you in such a way, or the views you have for us.

"... I have questions. Like visitors - I've tried to understand where the line is for those at the border who are not joiners. Should we chase off visitors? Should we let the person their asking for chase them off?" He thought of that ColouredClanner looking for his father. Or Whitedove getting upset that Musicbox was being attacked because Road and Brackenwing attacked the 'non joiner'.

"... And the positions - I... I can admit I don't know what most of them do. Morbidrealities and Aile are commanders - but... I haven't seen them Command anything. Aile mopes around camp and the one or two raids I've shared with her, she did not start them, and in the raid she held back an watched." He frowned. It confused him, the senior warriors of his time did more and were treated with less respect at ties. "... Estelle, Cyrus, Sinpup, Blindfold, Animana, James - others! I... they're all missing and no one has said anything. I don't.... know if we just move on when others go missing, but I... want to make sure that that's what I'm supposed to feel - indifference."

Was he supposed to be worried? He didn't even know any more - or if being worried was seen as a weakness...?

"And raids - I ..." He almost looked ashamed. "... I like holding them. But I feel as of late if I were to call one together I would be on my own - or with Brackenwing and Road and that's it... We would be slaughtered or taken, or return more hurt than ever." Actually... thinking back he was sure it wouldn't be terrible. He noticed he and Brackenwing healed fast, and he thought Road did as well... but that didn't mean they were supposed to go places like pigs for slaughter!

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dystopia · Nov 12th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia's eyes would flicker down to the strange mammal Nightflower had brought as an offering, with it's strange ears and coat. Well, a meal was a meal, and she was rather puckish at the moment. "Thank you. I appreciate it." The lioness would say, not one to turn down some free food. She bent down and sank her teeth into it as she fixed her dark eyes on Nightflower once more.

He spoke of many a thing she also often pondered. He confirmed her suspicions that she wasn't as well liked as she believed herself to be. He spoke of those at the border who supposedly had relations with those in her clan, and what to do in such circumstances. Mentions of those she honestly hadn't seen in a while and should probably do something about. Of the lack of participating in raids.

She listened to him intently as she ate up her meal, chewing slowly in order to drag out the time it would take to process all this information she was just given. Gulping down the last bits of meat, Dystopia would fix her eyes on the tom once more. Her gaze was stony, but still understanding. "I thank you for brining all this to my attention." She began, nodding her horned skull slightly. "I do want loyalty from my Exilers, and the fact that you do means much to me. I try my best to get the others to respect and look up to me. But, well, I don't think i'm very popular." She wondered if her stupid actions form back in her early days in the clan still affected how some saw her. "I don't know what I can do about that other then give them reasons to look up to me."

"If the visitor is just there to make drama and trouble or give us all lip then i'd say you can chase them off. If the one they're here to see approves though, just make sure the visit is brief and that no vital information is shared. Keep an eye on both parties too; I don't want divided loyalties on my clan. An enemy is an enemy, regardless of whether or not they're family or friend."

At Aile's actions she would frown slightly. She wasn't exactly fond of the femme, and she knew somehow that she felt the same about the lioness she took orders from. "I'll deal with the high positions. I will admit it's a bit of a slow process, and we don't have too many active members that aren't higher ups already. But i'll keep an eye on all of them, and bring up any concerns at the next meeting." Fuck what Whitedove said, she was going to lead her clan regardless of how sick she was.

"I'd say give others a reason to go to your raids. Add some kind of twist to it, make it interesting. Give everybody something to look foreword, and encourage brutality."

Dystopia would heave a deep breath, all that talking taking the wind out of her. That probably had something to do with her illness, the plague that Whitedove described. "I'm...managing well, thank you." The lioness would respond to Night's first statement last and roll her shoulders causally. Her muscles ached sorely, and her coat still burned with little pricks from biting bugs.[/fancypost]
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Blackmatter · Nov 12th 2016

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"I don't think that's true.... Not in the same way that you think. There aren't many who dislike you." And the ones that did had recently been promoted, so he wasn't sure if she wanted to hear that Ululare was still being a spoiled brat prancing around that he could say and do whatever he wanted and get what he wants. "You have loyal subjects in a sense they don't hate you. Rather... they don't respect your. I don't feel they care if you're leader or not anymore, but hate is not the same as indifference." He wondered if it was any comfort.

"... but I wouldn't reward those who want to play you for a fool, Dystopia. I've seen what happens... My own brother was a deputy, and our leader looked towards a young and brilliant tom when it came to helping around camp, but would constantly speak lowly of my brother when he wasn't the first to arrive. We didn't know it at the time... the young tom killed my brother, and became the next deputy. When he was tired of waiting, he took our leader out too. He led my clan to it's destruction, civil war and corruption." He felt like maybe there was a reason he had woken up here, and maybe it was to prevent the past from repeating itself terribly. "I don't want someone who you trust to take you out because they want more. If you think someone is making a fool of you, Dystopia, I wouldn't put my trust back in them so easily..."

He would keep the visitor protocol in mind. As for fellow high positions, yes, he knew that was up to her, but his concerns had stood.

"... I am proud of where I am. This is my home now. You command this clan like any true leader... If there is ever any trouble, I hope you do not blame yourself. If we are in trouble, because other have undermined you, ignored you, and will not meet the standard you've set to be an Exiler.

I would do anything you ask of me... My loyalty lies with you, Dystopia, and I will support anyone you choose in your ranks... I know I'm a Paragon, low at the cast system here... but I'm strong, and I wish for you to call on me should there ever be anything you need of me."

He dipped his head. Honestly, it was the most he had ever said at one time, and probably the most intellectual speech he'd ever given.

"A sick leader is not a weak leader." He said lightly, knowing that what Whitedove had said upset her too, and he was happy to hear her mention she would be running the next meeting. "Long ago, most leaders hung around camp. I find pride to serve under a leader who wants and works hard to be alongside her clan mates. In the meantime though... I do wish for you to rest and heal. If only so you can come back strong to fight again..... I hope you rest, and eat well, Dystopia. Take care of yourself, and your cubs so that you can lead strong once more... I don't wish to trouble you, but I hope you take this time to rest and think about those who claim to be loyal to you... but muddle your clan with confusion, and laziness, and betrayal..."

He didn't make a move to leave, ears perked as he waited for her. He expected her to be upset at him, for being suspicious, but he would willingly state that his suspicions were warranted. Exilers who made no war were lazy. Those who did not look after anyone were none to look up to. And those with split loyalties who did not participate in Exile Culture were no one to set an example... And those who were missing or too crazed with their delusions should not be watching over this clan.

He liked this home, even while it was eccentric and wild and free and even the killing he could get used to... but the fear of watching another Darkstar kill another Eveningstorm ...!

"I'll be sure to take your words to careful thought." He wanted to change the four-man raids into disasters once more. He would find a way. ".... Thank you."

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dystopia · Nov 13th 2016

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At his statement of loyalty, the femme would nod her approval. It did make her feel good when she heard these praises from her fellow Exilers. "And I thank you for your loyalty, Nightflower." Dystopia would rumble deeply, her eyes settled on him calmly. Really this plague sapped all of her energy so she really couldn't emote very expressively.

"Thank you." Dystopia would respond once more to her paragon's wishes for health, lowering her body back to the floor. "I will...try and recuperate." She would attempt to hold a meeting as usual for the week of course, but she would try and rest and think over things before that time came.

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Blackmatter · Nov 14th 2016

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The tom dipped his head before he stood, looking at his leader once more. He hoped Whitedove would hold strong, rather than panic. They needed her now more than ever. He hadn't been sure of his faith in StarClan after the massacre he had witness before his first death, but maybe it was out of habit he prayed to anyone who would listen that she would get better soon. "Stay strong Dystopia." He whispered before bounding out.

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