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  • Ajax padded through the underground tunnels, seeing if any cat needed to be taught a lesson or be snapped at.


    Lycus sat down in the assassins den, thinking about what to do next.


    ooc: we roleplay here right?

  • Ajax sat down, boredom creeping in his mind. He groomed himself, and felt strangely nervous and overwhelmed in the tunnels. Where is everybody?



    Lycus curled in her nest and went to sleep.

  • Voltrixity sauntered outside the camp, the wind raking itself along her blood-stained fur. Purring with delight, the silver she-cat crushed a beetle with one slam of her paw, kicking it away as if it were junk.

  • Ajax padded towards the exit of the tunnels, thinking about going hunting, even though it wasn't even his job. Ajax glared and snarled at any cat he came within a tail length to.

  • Seeing nothing worth catching, Ajax padded back into the tunnels, looking for someone to boss around.

  • Voltrixity neared towards a dark arch, her eyes flattened as she let out a hiss, letting it echo around. Snorting with disgust, she padded in, her eyes glancing around.

  • Darkness loomed around her, the stench of twolegs wafting up her nose. Growling with anger, she backed away from the arch, not bothered by it anymore. "Typical.." she muttered, rolling her dagger-like eyes.

  • Returning back to camp, the silver she-cat wrinkled her nose in disgust at the stench of slaves. Smirking, she headed towards the den, stopping in her track as a sight of her nest had disappeared.

  • Ajax glared at her. "Did you clean out the nests already?" he asked coldly.

  • "Good." Ajax said. His lips curled in a snarl, trying to think of the dirtiest job to give her. "Did you clean out the.....Dirtplace?" He asked, snickering.

  • OOC: Nobody, you are in...And I have been thinking about making two leaders and three deputies....


    IC: Lord Underground twitch as ears as he observes the locals at his clan making sure everyone is doing a core; as the medium size black tom parade around, he suddenly remembers that he needs another leader such he was going on a trip to another for allies. But a leader have to be strong, merciless, and a pure devil within his or her heart to run the clan. So he hiss for his deputy to arrange a meeting in the Assemble halls, or meeting den.