at her fellow apprentice's call, the blackguard would approach curiously. saorise was always a cat who always managed to impress the small torbie, and she had to admit, she looked up to her a bit. "that sounds like a great idea, saoirse." meowed saturnpaw as she padded over and sat down, waiting for everyone else to gather so they could begin to plan.
★ — Hearing the Strategist's call, Nico padded forward curiously. An evacuation plan? That sounded like a good idea, considering their current stance with the Exiles. And looking around the parlor room of the castle, he could understand why such a plan would be needed. It would be a disaster if their enemies decided to strike their camp directly, and a predetermined escape route would be a necessity to ensure all their safety if such an event were to occur. He padded forward until he was standing across from the Strategist, giving Saturnpaw a silent greeting before taking a seat and waiting in silence.
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Trashboat had tried to return somewhat to a calm, jovial attitude that he had once before. The war was coming, and everyone knew that, and now it seemed as if someone was eating them from the inside too. It seemed that, though Bo and his rogues had a few weeks of peace, they wouldn't be able to return so easily. The second they fixed one thing, something else erupted and made things worse.
He heard Saoirse's steady voice from the parlor room, his ears perking as he wondered what was going on. She hadn't asked him prior, not that he could remember. Then the words hit him - evacuation plan. He hadn't thought about the sick and the young, as sad as that sounded. He figured they would be safe here, in their home. But now, with the mysterious rogue killing off and hurting their own... Hell, Bo wasn't the right creature for this place. He forgot about the most vulnerable so easily. The only way he found solace in his position was by remembering that not all leaders were the best and that was why they hired deputies and the such to help out.
He trotted into the room, his hulking form unable to be missed, though he made no move to replace Saoirse in her spot. He gave her a simple nod of approval, "I'm glad someone thought of it," he hummed, making it known that he had yet to think of something to save their innocent, "There are secret passages littered about the castle, I'm sure. I have yet to fully explore them, but this could be the chance to?"
"That's sum 'ussy shit." She snorted in her seat, standing up to press her lips forward at everyone. She'd never heard something so... So... Pathetic? An escape route for those who couldn't fight? What, did their pack suddenly have a surplus of injured individuals, also, why did they suddenly expect a raid? She had so many questions to ask them, so many things she wanted to let them in on. They should be training, learning new ways to protect themselves in battles, different ways to prevent the war from ever happening in the first way. A good persuasion, a good defense, that would their escape rout. Why escape if there was no danger? "Why tha hell do we 'ave an evacuation route? What 'ave ya been messin' in recently? Buggin' other packs?" She barked, shoulders rolling as she approached them with sass dripping from her tongue.
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"Not everyone is as fortunate to have their health as you, Dove." the Practitioner's voice was uncharacteristically sharp as he approached, a second great bulk of wolfish fur filling the room. His voice was calm but tinged with passion, and those who knew him would understand that Dovecry's dismissive words had struck a nerve, likely due to his profession as a healer. "We are greatly blessed to be sound of body and of mind, and capable of fighting for the Rogues; but you must remember that some people are elderly, or very young, or infirm. They are as worthy of safety and protection as anyone else. It is our duty to ensure their well-being." he settled down next to Bo and cleared his throat. "And no, we have not been messing with other packs, with the exception of a single member's mistake. By and large, we have been messed with." having said what he wanted to - though greatly doubting she would take well to his response or that she would agree with him - he turned his attention over to Saoirse. He was unbelievably proud of his sister; in fact, he barely recognized her. Not that long ago she had been a very young, longfurred chocolate point, friendly but timid and unsure of how to enter the social scene of the BHR. And now...now she was a little older, and winged, and graced with a blue scarf, and utterly in command of herself. His heart swelled with love and bubbled over with pride and he was unable to keep from beaming at her. "Secret passages sound like a fine way to go, provided they're reliable and they won't cave in."
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Velvetpaw melted from the flickering shadows, golden eyes fixed thoughtfully on the other Rogues as they discussed evacuation plans. She recalled, on her walks around the territory, that she had found a sort of ruined building that hadn't been touched in a long time. Not the shrine that Babyblue took great pride in keeping ... something else. Does Bo have telepathy? She wondered, silent, but thought pitched to anyone nearby who might be fluent in thought.
"If someone has telepathy or sound manipulation, that might come in handy to send out a wake-up call in the case that we do need to go." She offered when everyone else paused to take a breath.
"I have telepathy." the dark-pelted Blackheart spoke up, a quick smile appearing on his face as he swiveled his pale eyes to Vel. "I'm sure I'm capable of raising the alarm, though, God willing, I'll never have to."
the tabby listened to the ideas floating around her, lingering in the air. she was unsure whether or not to chime in at first, due to how new she was to the clan. but the longer she remained silent and listened, the more thoughts relating to what everyone was saying floated around her mind. and one thing was standing out to samara; the protector, the guardian - like her translated name means. she had chosen this name over delilah because protecting others was what she wanted to do, therefore the diplomat knew she had to voice her concern. "sister, as much as we need to have all the able warriors fighting if we were to be attacked, we cannot simply have those who cannot fight evacuate by themselves," the australian accented female called out in a period of silence, remaining as soft spoken as always, "what if we become complacent and our enemy gets to the tunnel and consequently to our most vulnerable? we would need an escort or two to bring them to a safe place and to protect them in case of unforeseen consequences." light hazel-green eyes flickered over to babyblue and she gave a brisk nod of agreement with what he was proposing. they did need a safe place for everyone to gather - or even to safe places, in case something happened to the first one or vice versa.
she listened patiently and intently as saoirse ran through all the suggestions in order. she found herself reassured by the replies her sister was given and if she were anyone else she probably would have nodded her head to showcase her agreement. but samara maintained her posture just as it had been, up until she was addressed. her lips became etched with a smile and she bowed her head. “if that is where my expertise are wanted, then of course i will be an escort.” the tabby accepted it with little hesitation. in a weird way she was kind of thankful that she had a role here - not that she ever wished that she would have to perform her duty obviously.
/no need to apologise omfg<33