BRUISES AND BROKEN TEETH | OPEN, HAWKCLAN LEADER

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    TSUBODAI


    Littlestar didn't know why she'd taken as long as she had to do this. She'd promised the Cartellians, after Caera was taken back from the Exiles, she would visit Westero's and try to get their King to settle the war against them. George had been cast out. The bad things had happened, yes, they had been nearly practiced but the root of it all had been ripped out from the ground as they'd wanted- as she'd wanted. The tabby knew of the controversy her support had garnered. Some believed it meant she agreed with what George did, or at least defended it. She did not. When she'd paid the Cartel a visit, she'd been livid as all hell, demanding the temporary Leader to exile him so that the Cartel would be safe from the clans attacking. And they hadn't listened- they had ignored her and defended their clanmate.. well, most of them had anyways. But just like she'd expected, clans had attacked and George betrayed them. Feliks then came begging to her for help to rescue Caera from the Exiles. She'd been angry then too, yelled at him.. but she'd agreed to rescue Caera. Reason? Caera was a friend. And the Cartel was the clan she'd vowed to protect on the wishes of her dead cousin who'd once lead it too. So here she was, fufilling her promise as she'd always done, standing before the border of Westero's. Her dark golden eyes were on her paws as she seated herself, studying the raptor claws that she wore over her front paws. Littlestar dug the tips into the ground and then lifted her head. She was a scarred feline, that much was apparent from the missing leg, tail and many scars. The crooked jaw was the most obvious thing about her, the one that made people look away. But she'd worn the jaw since she'd worn the prefix 'kit'.


    "Hello Westeros. I'm Littlestar and I'm here to talk with your Leader about the Cartel."

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    A leader of another clan? That was impressive, especially for her age. Well, what Ren presumed was her age - she seemed small built, and her voice sounded like it belonged to a young one. The tall wolf approached, gently dipping his head in greeting. Although his stammer had been 'cured', the Bastard still preferred using non verbal communication. He supposed that it would take a while for him to slip back into eager talk. His eyes darted to the raptor claws on her paws, an eyebrow raising. "The leader will be here shortly," Ren murmured quietly, averting his gaze away from the claws and back to his own, black paws.

    AND CLEARLY I DON'T SEE MYSELF UPON THAT LIST

    charlemagne / westeros / ♂ / german shepherd-dingo mix

    *:･ﾟ✦Charlemagne approached, giving a nod to his clanmate and then the newcomer. His body language was rather neutral, though his bi-coloured eyes wore a guarded curiosity. The dingo mix was still relatively new to Westeros and hadn't encountered the Cartel yet, but he knew things between that group and his were... tense, to say the least. Still, he did not comment on her reason to be here, instead trusting Tsubodai to deal with a situation he had much more knowledge in. The canine settled down near Ren, not speaking but looking the feline over. He didn't seem put-off by her scars, missing extremities, or twisted jaw. The hybrid had enough scars of his own, and he'd seen and done enough in the Pits to be desensitized to just about any injury. Satisfied with his brief examination, the chevalier settled in, awaiting Tsubodai.


    nothing burns like the cold.

    "And what is there to speak about concerning the Cartel?" Tsubodai inquired as he approached, tilting his head slightly. Giving small nods of greeting towards his son and Charlemagne, he then redirected his attention towards Littlestar. The black lion had heard of HawkClan supporting the Cartel and generally did not have a very good opinion of them because of that. Littlestar might support and protect them, but supporting and protecting the Cartel meant that she was protecting all the loathsome criminals that resided within and supporting the system that allowed them to be there in the first place. He had a neutral expression on his face as he confronted the HawkClan leader.

    Talk to their 'Leader'. A leader was no more than a figurehead in the eyes of the female. They had a King and a High King at that who ruled over the Realms of South, North, East, and West. Powerful but undeserving and she looked to her father, a measure of resentment flickering in her hidden gaze before she looked away and back to this Littlestar. Who she was the female didn't much care to know but she settled down and tilted her head a bit before waiting to see how she would respond to her father about the whole Cartel business. She knew that Feliks had went to speak to Hawkclan and the things he had said but if they were so keen on listening to the words of a rapist she was not so sure of listening to them. Her ears angled back and she narrowed her gaze but remained silent.

    Pipsqueak. Her own opinion on this whole situation was divided, two faced in a way. Part of Katarina did not care for what amoral things went on and what friends the Hawkclan leader kept but the Westeros side of her had to think in a more rigid manner. And since she was in the environment of Westeros, she would be thinking with the mindset of the latter. The Warden found it interesting that Caera herself did not come to speak to Tsubodai and Littlestar had to end up coming here, it seemed cowardly to say the least, it wasn't like the Westerosi were savages and didn't talk about peace. Hell, even Sango agreed to speak with the new Riverclan leader in Blizzardclan territory to throw together a piece treaty. Westeros wouldn't violate something like that either. However, the serval would not speak for now, her viridian eyes resting on the young feline in front of her.

    I WILL SHOW NO MERCY FOR YOU

    YOU HAD NO MERCY FOR ME | TAGS | 9/2/17

    Littlestar's golden eyes went to the lean wolf, surveying him briefly. He was not the leader, she knew that much, but he was still a member of Westeros and therefore she greeted him with a nod of her head. "Thanks." The tabby was determined to keep this calm because if this escalated into something much worse.. then who knew what the consequences would be? The feline wasn't very great at keeping things calm so it was just slightly worrying but she was going to try. She sensed more figures were approaching her and she was right in that sense because she watched as a hybrid, the leader, two others and her very own leader from the Brotherhood. She doesn't let any recognition or familiairty spark in her gaze when she sees Katarina. In fact, the tabby acts as if she's never seen her before and she does it quite well, letting her golden eyes briefly study the other fellow assassin before going back to the Leader. He was the one she wanted to speak to her but she didn't mind if everyone else heard too. Even if it means more pressure on me, she thought.


    Her raptor claws tapped against the ground, wondering how she was going to word it. Would they be mad at her for what she was going to say? A little frown tugged at her face. She was calling for peace, a stark difference to what she normally called for. Surely that couldn't be a thing to get mad at. "I'm asking what your views are on the Cartel right now." She had to get an idea before she actually called for anything because for all she knew, Westero's could've dropped the raids and the war. "Are you still at war with them?" This was the easy part, it gave no hints to what was coming and was a relatively neutral question. She eyed Tsubodai curiouslly, stub tail flickering to and fro.


    nothing burns like the cold.

    His views on the Cartel? Well, he thought his views were widely disseminated already with his campaign of propaganda against those rapists, but it seemed that people were more than willing to forgive them of their crimes considering the fact that people still chose to associate themselves with them. "We're at war with the Cartel until they own up to their crimes against Westeros and others, apologize for what they've done, and stopped harboring those who have done them," Tsubodai answered coldly. "This war goes beyond the current crimes of sex trafficking, rape, pedophilia, and harboring those who have done those things. The Cartel were the first to strike when they kidnapped one of our citizens, but apparently, they think we're the ones in the wrong because we want to avenge that and eradicate those deplorable criminals that they harbor."


    Littlestar, from what he'd heard, had always been a no nonsense leader with no tolerance for bullshit, so why was she still defending the Cartel? Even seemingly trying to work with them in arranging a peace? It was baffling to see Littlestar associate herself with a group who had actively approved and promoted sex-trafficking under George and then approve of a confirmed rapist by making him a second in command.

    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Ren nodded towards the arrivals, before turning to his father as he spoke. He knew the definition of most of those crimes, and was aware that they were punishable by death or banishment in Westeros. Although war tended to not really be a good thing, in cases like the one of the Cartel, it was the only thing that would get them to stop. They were disgusting creatures, and the vermin amongst them needed to be completely eradicated. With a frown, Ren realised that no amount of fighting would kill an idea.

    TAGS ? ? ? — Jaelynn would listen with curious interest, gaze flickering between Tsubodai and Little. This would be a curious thing already, the Mallister figured, for any discuss related to the fellow known as George tended to grow rather heated. And for fair reasoning, Jaelynn figured, for she understood that many of the things that George had been accused of were rather true. But for now, the ivory canine would say nothing and simply continued to observe, curious to hear where Little would go with this.

    It didn't surprise her that his hate was still fresh for the Cartel. She nodded along, face neutral and calm. Littlestar's ears snagged onto a particulalr sentence in his response-"-until they own up to their crimes against Westeros and others, apologize for what they've done, and stopped harboring those who have done them," This.. this was how the war against the Cartel could end. They'd already done something, removed the original troublemaker from their group. But it seemed they still had a long way to go if they wanted to break free of the war. She gritted her teeth, recalling the response she'd gotten from the Cartel when she had walked up to their territory demanding they exile George. She had tried to save them and she'd failed miserably. But now this was a new chance. Littlestar quietly bookmarked these words and kept them in her mental vault for later use. Who else was in the Cartel that did shit like George? She didn't know but she'd ask Caera the next chance she got. "I agree with you when ya say the Cartel is at fault here- they are. The shit they let one of their people get away with is fucking bullshit. The second I got the chance, I tried to get them to exile him for it. They didn't listen and they paid the price but now there's another chance to get this war to end. I know you don't actually want to see bloodshed-" This was more of a guess. She didn't know Tsubodai well but surely he cared enough for his clanmates to not want to see them engage in war. "-so I'm going to visit the Cartel later on and call for them to issue a formal apology, from the Leader's mouth. And also, what you said about others doing.. it.. who are you talking about? I know of no fucker that's done more bullshit." Littlestar was frowning, non accusatory. She truly didn't know which was odd considering how infamous the guy who did it was.


    "But I have one condition, when I call for this apology and when I get Caera to remove offenders, the war must end. No more captures, no more tortures towards the Cartel and vice versa. The only reason they haven't stood down yet is because of the raids, the constant captures and war in general. No one, and I mean no one, would want to surrender their clan for the actions of one person. So promise to hold off on them." Her golden eyes are cold and hard. She has personal reasons she's doing this for the Cartel. Majority of the Cartellians didn't even know why she liked it so much, why she helped them and remained in a truce with them. Considering how quickly she'd turned on the Blackheart Rogues despite formally liking Fourthwall, shouldn't it be the same for the Cartel? But no. Things here held a very personal touch to them hence why she'd remained by their side. But now the tabby could only wait to see his response.

    in but a matter of moments prezivel decided he rather liked this littlestar character. she was different from those of the creatures which raised him, rough and true and speaking without any form of holding back. but as the boy of gentle skys and starless night came to listen in upon the leader's words at the feet of afleynnah and jaelynn with gaze ever curious. the small yet frightful creature seemed to be very adamant in giving the cartel a chance. not the tiny child knew little of politics are the world around him beyond conversations caught that adults thought he was much too ditzy to listen in on, and so he simply knew the cartel held resentment from the westeros. "Do you like the cartel?," prezivel inquired, tiny voiced piped up as he looked to the hawkclan leader with curiosity. he'd once been told by one of the many targaryens children were best seen not heard, but he thought that was, quite frankly, dumb.


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    nothing burns like the cold.

    Yes, so Littlestar was of the same opinion as him. Perhaps there was a time when the Cartel was above those things, were perhaps even a bit respectable. But not now, when they let rapists and pedophiles and the like enter their ranks. There were a lot of things that people did to maintain their power, even stoop as low as this. He raised a brow at Littlestar's ignorance of the other criminal within their rank. "The rapist Feliks who's now Caera's deputy," he returned. "He was exiled from BlizzardClan for a multitude of crimes. If you want more details on that, talk with Sweetophelia." The creature was disgusting--he openly boasted of sexually assaulting people, including children, and then expected to get respect and prestige when people shunned him for his actions.


    He narrowed his eyes slightly at Littlestar's 'condition.' Tsubodai had been waiting for some sign of remorse or regret from Caera, but no, the fool blithely just charged ahead regardless of public sentiment. She did not care--if she did, she would've cleansed the group a long time ago. "I will hold off on any offensive actions toward them as long as they do the same for two weeks. If my conditions for the end of the war are not met by then, I will resume my campaign against them. And you, Littlestar, either stand with them or with us. Those are my terms for my acceptance of your suggestion."


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    Amusement sparked on the female's muzzle as she looked at Littlestar. Such a little negotiator she was and yet none of this was guaranteed to them. As paitent as some would like to be the Crown Princess was not. She wanted more than just fruitless negotiations and an end to the lives of those that wished to think they had a chance in harming Westeros or the people that were in it. Her eyes flicked over to her farther as he spoke the words and then back to Littlestar. "I hope you are as confident as you sound. Personally I'd want Felix's head on a pike." Truth be told he should be executed and his body burned into ashes before scattering them into the wind. But most just settled on exiling as if that fixed the problem. No, that merely displaced the problem somewhere else and then it would take root in another land to spread like a sickness among those people till they became it. Shaking her head a bit the female merely looked away with slightly tension in her shoulders. If they continued their campaign against the Cartel and Hawkclan decided to support them she'd gladly pay them a very lovely visit.

    it was the high king who answered prezivel's inquiry when it'd been directed towards that of littlestar, which caused an expression of frustration to line dark features. "Well, I knew that," the boy returned to tsubodai, tone becoming irritated as children, and often times adults, did when misunderstood. it was obvious to any who half-payed attention the king and the residents of the westeros that they held resentment for the cartel for reasons stated that little prezivel didn't quite understand but knew of as bad. but littlestar had come forward suggesting a halt to violence, and that had intrigued the observant boy. "I was asking her," prezivel explained, directing his head to littlestar as he awaited for the other's response with eager curiosity edging baby blue gaze.


    // AVALON. , you didn't mention which leader you were addressing in the previous post so i assumed it was tsubodai. you edited your post after i posted mine and didn't alert me to edit mine so would you like me to edit my post to address that issue?