GOT BLOOD ON YOUR FACE — TAKEOVER

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    you're back. back here in the sanctuary, in the clans, in this.. world, really. this dimension. you won't question why you've come back, won't ask how, just accept it and move on because heavens above knows if you stress on this you'll destroy yourself, just like how you've fucked yourself over in regards to every other thing you ever dared to stop and think on. the leader is gone. the deputy is gone. this whole place is a ghost town, and as you creep through the city streets you find a strong desire to change that. the sanctuary, phantomclan, whatever you wish to call it, had been your home before shadowclan ever was, had felt more like home than windclan and riverclan even. you arent going to let it die out like this. you refuse to let that even be an option. your paws carry you to the plaza, and there you face the few people that have gathered, "ah, sanctuary!" you hum, attempting to garner everyones attention and have all eyes on you. "your leader and deputy are gone. your high positions are gone. its been more than a week since anyone has even seen their faces, and nobody has warned us of their absences beforehand. i'm taking charge of the clan for the better, and the first order of business is to demote all people who once had high positions. if they make a sudden comeback, they will surely rise quickly back up in the ranks." you pause, comb your fingers through the flowers nestled into your neck. "change is coming. we'll have an open discussion on it soon, but for now this is all i have to say."

    the youth was not sure what he had expected when he caught the sound of an unfamiliar voice ringing out into the empty air. the fact that there was another being speaking, another being who seemed to be trying to take control at that, was something that both relieved and concerned him. he was glad to heart that at least someone around him was able to take over such a place with ease yet he could not help the sense of apprehension that had flooded his slender form. rosepaw knew nothing about this individual who was taking over which definitely worried him. his lips quivered slightly, a sense of anxiety tightening his chest to the point where it felt as if his lungs were being violently crushed against his ribs.


    it was not as if he was exactly scared of this being who had come and decided to take over to try and restore the group to its former glory ( actually, that sounded a lot like what ********* would have done if in a similar situation ). he had been unsure about the state that the group had been in before seeing that everything had appeared to be so barren and deserted, never a soul in sight. however, he could not deny that even the mere concept of change caused his fluffy chocolate marbled fur to stand on end. he had never been able to cope that well with alterations. even the slightest shift in something major sent him completely off balance for days and although he had not really been around properly in the sanctuary before, he knew that this would unnerve him for a few hours at the very least. ro found that at that point in time as he gazed at the other being through dark, softened eyes, he was only able to actually force out a few pitiful words in response, attention not wavering from frisk.


    "a-ah, noted"