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    [fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon took a deep breath, his tail twitching a bit anxiously. That was a common theme with him, the anxiety. He worried about everything, mostly for the good of the Elite - or so he hoped. He worried that he wasn't doing well enough as a leader, an unexpected promotion. He worried that he wasn't doing enough to get more participation in the community. Heck, he worried he wasn't doing enough to take care of himself, what with all of the stress that occurred almost entirely inside of his head.


    "No. Not now. Everything is alright." The soothing words were murmured to himself, only slightly audible even across the moderately sized room in the mansion that served as his bedroom. It consisted of an old mattress covered in blankets he'd discovered in closets, a creaky wooden desk with a matching chair, and several boxes stuffed to bursting with non-perishable beef jerky that he'd once found in an old storage room. Currently, Saxon was sitting on the chair, which was pulled out from the desk so that he could leap onto the bed or almost straight out the door, and tracing things in the coat of dust that covered the surface of the desk. A creature that looked close enough might discover that it was a badly-drawn map of the Elite territory, with the mansion at the center, and x's were being drawn at even intervals around the border.


    Why? Well that, that was for Saxon to know and the others to ask about.

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    New home was nothing like her world, it was barren almost excluding a few and full of mysteries that weren't forbidden to all those not of power. Even as high ranking as a Quarts solider was, sometimes even she was kept in the dark. So as she passed Saxon's door and hear his slight murmur but not quite catching what was said, Rose stopped. Was it appropriate to ask? Perhaps, but the female settled on something safer to start with. Softly knocking on the door, she peeked in with a sheepish smile. "Hello? Hope I'm not interrupting anything."


    (c)trexgirl

    Lucifer, on the other hand, had no problems with 'appropriateness'. That was such a quaint idea, it almost made him want to puke. But anyways, Lucifer was moving through the hall in the opposite direction of Rose (although he did give her a glance to acknowledge her presence before he went back to mostly ignoring her) when he also heard the murmur.


    Unlike Rose, however, he heard the muttering in its full anxious glory, because his hearing was superior to most beings. Was he being prideful? Maybe, but it was also true. He stopped when he heard the serval knock, and he rolled his eyes. Sure, she might be an excellent soldier, but where was her rebellious nature? Where was her fire?


    So he shoved the door open all the way, and tried to shove her from behind so that she was entirely in the room. "No, not interrupting at all! Why, the lonely little captain here was just hoping for some company to lull him into some sense of security by telling him that he's doing a wonderful job as leader and that everything's just peachy! I mean, hey, it's not like we're low on members or have almost no name recognition or goal, right?" he said in an overly cheery manner.


    "Your map's a little inaccurate, by the way. And it looks like it was drawn by a human two year old." he wasn't being mean so much as just telling the truth in a very brash manner.

    [fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]It took considerable effort for Saxon not to unsheathe his claws when Lucifer burst into the room, attacking his leadership skills as per usual. No, he did not wish to fight the lion, especially considering the fact that his own fighting skills were perhaps ... subpar. He had always been much more interested in thought than physical battles. Well, no matter. There would be no fighting or thinking going on at the moment, apparently.


    He turned around, addressing Rose and Lucifer equally, hoping that ignoring the barbed words unleashed by Lucifer would somehow quell them. "No, not interrupting anything. I'm planning out something I'd like to do in the future - put posts on the edges of the territory. To be used for trading and fighting both." Hopefully, it would increase their relationships with other Clans, which were low to say the least.

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    Soliders were beaten down, forged by flame and pressure to follow orders. Even bad orders, but not to think for themselves. It had taken many a year for her to even leave her homeworld, it will take a many a more for her to abandon it's influence entirely.


    Regardless, her being shoved forward did release a momentary burst of laughter as heat rushed to her cheeks. It did not last long, maybe long enough, until she was back standing tall and proud as always. "I remember hearing once that the Elite and a Clan of blood would raid other clans to steal queens and kittens." She paused, evaluating the risks and rewards of each choice. "Perhaps best to start with smaller weaker clans, or pro-clans as they have a history of being stagnant." Again she paused, looking up to Saxon for confirmation on the idea. "Shouldn't the first goal be to raise our numbers?"


    (c)trexgirl

    Ah finally! An inkling of leadership! Huzzah!


    The lion smiled and nodded. "All good ideas. I like the idea of bunkers rather than trading posts. Why trade what we can take by force? Trading seems so... passive and democratic." As Saxon had said something that showed he wasn't totally incompetent, Lucifer would give him a break from being under constant fire. Perhaps he'd misjudged, although all of this heat was just to see if Saxon was made of steel, or merely of iron, and would crack. No use following a crackjob, now, would it? Not such a good reflection on the lord of hell.

    [fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon nodded slowly, taking in both Rose's and Lucifer's input. He had heard these tales of the Elite too, that they had stolen mothers and children alike right from the camps of their enemies. It seemed in itself a good way to raise numbers, to take kittens and make them soldiers for the Elite. "Yes, we would definitely begin with smaller, weaker pro-clans. Pro-clans also shy away from raiding their enemies, which would be an added bonus. Kidnapping could raise our numbers as well - especially if children are young enough." A child knew only what it could remember, and they could not often remember much, in his experience. The thought of tearing a kitten from its mother was distasteful, but better than killing it before it had a chance to become deserving of death.


    Ah. Lucifer. The lion actually seemed pleased with something that Saxon had said, a surprise to the chocolate tom, and he nodded in agreement. "Trading is indeed passive. But why sacrifice our energy to gain what we could take with a few kind words to our fellow anti-clans? If we play nice to those who think like us, we gain allies, and there is something to the idea of strength in numbers." Speaking of which, their allies had probably forgotten that they existed. Saxon made a mental note to have somebody go talk to them.

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    She looked to Lucifer, satisfied with Saxon's response to her ideas for the moment. "As much as I miss the clash of war, I agree with Saxon. For now it is better to gain allies, other wise we will turn into the clan of exiles without the numbers to back the savagery." Rose smiled softly, knowing well by now the Devil jumped at the chances for chaos and violence but also knowing the value of bunkering down and bulking up before moving out.


    The wildcat returned her pale gaze to Saxon. "Shall I start gathering groups together and attempting the idea?"


    Should I make a thread with Rose announcing the plan and use it to keep track of active threads? You could probably even use the idea later to promote activity by making it a challenge or something and awarding those who bring in the most members?


    (c)trexgirl

    "Mm," was all the lion said as he combed through his mane a few times. "All very good. It seems we are in agreement, then," he said, as if he'd been playing along to the plan the entire time. The idea of turning some goody-two-paws from some other clan pleased Lucifer, although he didn't let this show. He'd twisted some humans to his cause eons ago, and they became the first demons. He was sure he could turn some children to their clan.