Don't make any sudden moves [Private - Dystopia]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #262626; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]If he knew who I was...[/fancypost]
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    "Dystopia!"


    Blood was still pouring down the back of his ear as the male stomped his way into the leader's den, tail lashing with clear agitation as his pelt was still charged with adrenaline. Now Brackenwing was not the brightest male, everyone knew that. He was a simple tom with very simple thinking so it really wasn't hard to get on his bad side.


    The male wasn't at Nightflower for tearing claws into his pelt, he was mad because the point had to in order to stop a fight, a fight that had only happened because someone was pushing discourse in the ranks. Who that was however, would need to be determined by the leader.


    "A Hawkclanner fell onto our territory and Binarycode and I were dealing with it like Exilers when Whitepaw and Whitedove prevented us from chasing him off!" His chest was both puffed out and heaving all at the same time, it was clear that he would need to go hunt or get into a fight with a tree in order to get all of this excess energy out. "This isn't the first time they've interfered. The law is to chase off every non-joiner and they protected him from tooth and claw by holding him overhead."


    He wasn't strategic at all, so it was very likely that he sounded like a huffy kit in need of a nap. "I want permission to fight them in camp- blood for blood!" Brackenwing didn't get to spill any then and he wanted it repaid now.


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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia had been resting in her den when she heard Brackenwing’s yowl, her jaws snapping the bone she was gnawing on boredly in two in a startled reflex. The lioness would lift her head up as he stormed into her quarters, her movements quick. She was about to chew out the male for interrupting her and not waiting to be summoned into her den, but then once Brackenwing actually spoke about his issue, she paused.


    She considered both her own previous words, and what Leo had told her a few days earlier about punishment for this crime needing to be more severe. The Exiles were growing soft, and she knew it. She needed to stay true to her threats, and beat down anybody who broke the rules of being a merciless rogue.


    The lioness pulled herself up into a sitting position, unsheathing her front claws and allowing them to drag along the smooth stone floor of her den to make an intimidating scraping sound. Oh yeah, she needed to go out and get more makeshift rugs for her den after her first batch had been ruined by her birth. ”I see.” Dystopia’s voice was a thick rumble that echoed around the walls of her den. Her eyes glittered darkly as she spoke. ”Well, I’ll leave it up to you to beat some sense into them. Make an example out of them about what happens when somebody breaks the rules and shows softness towards an enemy. I’ll be there to both supervise and make sure nobody gives you shit.”
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    Honestly Brackenwing wasn't sure what to expect. He was a tom with a one track mind, a perfect foot soldier to his boss' empire. If she had snapped with animosity he would have turned over like a submissive wolf and exposed his belly with whimpers. But this...? This sent a surge of pride through his heart. His wounds from Whitedove were healing slowly with his regeneration, his broken shoulder and his split pelt holding together but likely a mess underneath the surface. It would take a day for him to be one hundred percent ship shape, but he wanted to punish those who acted against Dystopia's rule now.


    With her blessing on his blood stained pelt, how could he possibly say no? Dipping his head in nothing but respect and adoration, his calm seeped to the surface with a breath of relief. "I shall do as you order Boss." He glanced up, a wicked smile gracing his features. "Your wish is my command."


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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]my friend you know it's true, look close and you will find[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia would twitch her thick ears and dip her scarred and horned skull at Brackenwing’s words, grunting as she hauled herself up into a standing position. The femme shook out her pelt, muscles rippling underneath her golden coat. ”Good. Now get on it, I’ll be there shortly.”


    Really, she found herself almost bursting with evil excitement at the chance to test her clanmates loyalty. The time had finally come to assert her authority over her fellow Exilers, and to prove that she would be a better leader then anybody before her.
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