Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the ocean meets the sky? — tags
War was coming.
It was no secret. Everybody and their mother knew it at this point. It had all started when Mikoto had abducted Yptix, a child of the Exiles, unbeknownst to him that abducting children wasn't exactly ethical battle conduct. He hadn't hurt the child however, and Yptix was treated kindly, but this didn't matter to the Exiles. It was taken as a battlecry, and their thirst for war was yet to be quenched. Then the captures and tortures ensued, most notably with Saturnpaw. The poor thing had mauled at the border, and the assailant didn't even bother to hide the anticlan's scent, showing just how cocky they were. Mikoto had been captured by the Shadow Veil, but that was a different matter entirely. Currently, the Blackheart Rogues and the Shadow Veil were honoring a temporary truce. The last thing they needed was to fight a war on two fronts, so it was for the best. It was kind of funny really. When this had first broken out, Saoirse had a strict, immovable opinion that war was bad and should be avoided at all costs. But slowly, slowly, she was beginning to figure out her own personal opinion on the matter. War was inevitable; and sometimes needed to settle archaic disputes. Not everything could be settled through kind words and warm gestures. The Exiles was an anticlan, a group that took no sh*t from no one and was keen to jump at the first opportunity of battle. Right now, the Blackheart Rogues had to assert their dominance and show that they weren't a clan to mess around with. They had tried settling it with words, but that went terribly. In fact, had it gone on very much further, Saoirse had a small hunch that Bo wouldn't be above eating their leader. After his announcement at the most recent meeting, she had figured that while everyone was hosting battle training and power training, perhaps it would be good to hold an evacuation plan for the sick, young, and elderly. Not everyone could fight, despite them needing as much man power as they could get.
"Rogues." She announced, standing in the parlor room. Her voice was firm, though it did not carry the same authority as Bo's or Vel's. The Strategist adjusted her scarf slightly, pulling it down a little so not to cover her mouth and muffle her words, "With Bo's permission, I'd like to organize an evacuation plan for those that can not fight."
She'd wait until a few more people showed up to announce it, and hoped that it would spread to the rest through word of mouth.