:.The Society.:

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    Lucuna padded slowly towards the river, an eye on Starla. The she-cat seemed flustered, but, she was too lazy to be bothered. "Come on in!" she called. "The water's nice and warm." She flicked her tail to welcome the soldier in. She dived under, opening her eyes for a moment to study the fishes. she winced and swam back up when the water began to sting her eyes.


    She took a deep breath and dived in, letting the cool water rush through her fur. She stiffled a silent purr and swam gracefully down. She spotted a fat carp, and paddled slowly, faintly aware of her need for oxygen soon. Drawing back, she had a sudden burst of speed, and clamped her jaws onto the creature, the water turning red beside them.


    She lifted her neck and began to swim for the surface, the carp weighing a ton in her mouth. Just abit more... She burst to the surface and flung the fish onto the bank, taking in a huge glup of air. She climbed to the surface and shook her pelt, letting the waterdroplets litter the ground.
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    Malachy hurried back to camp, golden eyes wild with panic. He needed to speak with Rosalee immediately. With Marshall missing for almost a moon, The Society's only hope was the young she-cat. He hoped the old tom had taught Rosalee everything she had to know before his sudden departure.


    "Rosalee!" he called, panting after a long sprint across the Steppes. "Rosalee!" There was fear in his voice. "There will be bloodshed. And fear." He slowed to a steady trot. "A cat has to be chosen soon." But... Malachy had no kits or kin! It was tradition that the Illanun cats were to succeed the throne. "And he/she will not be from the Illanuns!"


    He realized the importance of the prophecy now. The Society had to loosen its grip on its old roots and traditions. Perhaps, this was what The Ancients had told him all along.


    Breaking Tradition.

    Starla nodded, dropping the rabit under a tree. She looked up from the ground and over at Lucena. She slowly padded over to the river bank. She paused half-way there, her eyes wide. She had no idea how to swim! She heard of cats drowning. Being pulled down into the water, tossed around by the current, never to see the sun again.. She shuddered, closing her eyes tight. "I-I can't do it." She murmured, partially thinking aloud. "I can't." She repeated. She wasn't even talking to anyone but herself, really, thought she was aware of Lucena most likely being able to hear her.
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    Rosalee heaved herself to her paws, blinking her eyes a few times in a row. She had to get back to camp or else everyone would think she was missing. She sighed, slowly padding back towards camp, her head hanging low. Her paws basically dragging across the ground as she didn't feel like she could even lift them. She paused as she heard a faint call. She continued on again, the calls becoming more understandable. Someone was calling her? She quicked her pace but.. she wasn't going much faster. She burst into the camp, looking around. She walked around, looking around, until she walked into Malachy. "Oof," she groaned, stumbling back until she fell onto her side. "Ow.." She blinked, standing up. "Sorry," she mewed quietly, just above a whisper.

    Lucuna watched her apprentice silently as she gave her wet pelt a swift grooming. She was mumbling to herself and she could faintly catch the words. I can't... "Starla!" she called dryly. "You can swim." She flicked her tail. "And I'm here to teach you. If you drown, I'll be here to save you." she mewed.


    Rearing up to the young she-cat, she gave her a gentle prod. "Go on!" she mewed. "I'm here to help."
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    Malachy blinked as she collided into him. "Its alright," he meowed, peeling himself away from her. "I need your help." he meowed, panic gleaming in his golden eyes. "Evil will penetrate The Society, right into it's heart. Fear and panic will strike it's cats, killing the souls of the faithful. Only one cat will be chosen , to survive the apocalypse, and to calm the hearts of many," he recited.


    "I have to choose an heir. And I need your help. He won't be an Illanun. " he warned. "Whoever he is, he'll have to do."

    Starla nodded. "O-Okay," she stuttered. She opened her eyes and continued to pad towards the river bank. She paused at the edge, the water lapping at her paws. She shuddered. It was like it's icey paws were reaching out for her, waiting to pull her down.. She sighed. "I have to do this." She thought aloud. She took a few steps back, her eyes fixed on the small, lapping waves made by the current. She ran, jumping just before the water reached her paws. She landed in the water, her eyes closed. She flailed her paws around, not sure of what way was up. She opened her eyes, looking around in the water. She still wasn't sure! She clawed towards the surface but she just sank instead of swimming to the top. She stared up, eyes wide. Save me! She thought franticly.
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    Rosalee nodded, her eyes wide. "Alright." She said quickly and quietly. "Does it have to be a tom?" She asked thoughtfully. She began narrowing down the cats. Some she had on her mind were she-cats, but Malachy had said 'he.' "Also.. does that mean all of us but one will die..?" She asked fearfully.

    Lucuna leapt in after the she-cat, she seemed to be doing fine. Just... Her paws were splashing water all around, hardly an efficient way to swim. She paddled to the she-cat swiftly and caught hold of her scruff with her teeth and paws, trying to keep afloat while teaching the she-cat how to swim.


    She nudged the she-cat's front paws into place with her left paw. "You want to do a running action with your front paws..." she mumbled through a mouthful of Starla's fur. "But..." she meowed. "Keep your claws sheathed."


    She released her grip on the she-cats scruff and paddled slightly away. She'd wanted to see if Starla could learn the hind legs herself. Different cats had different ways of swimming. She'd wanted Starla to learn on her own.
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    Malachy blinked at her question and realized he had been using the term 'he' alot. For several generations now, it had mostly been a male leader. But, it didn't mean the females didn't stand a chance... It was just that males seemed more hungry for power, and more desperate, that they would be willing to do ANYTHING to be leader.


    He sighed as he remembered his own dreadful deed. He missed his brother, Maake, deep down, but, it was no use. Only one could be leader and Malachy had stopped at nothing to make that happen. "No.. It doesn't only have to be a tom." And to her second question... Also.. does that mean all of us but one will die..?


    Malachy remained silent. Even he had no answer to that.

    Starla gasped as her head was lifted above the water. She coughed then took a deep breath. "Thanks!" She gasped. She listened and sheathed her claws. When she started drowning she was annoyed and wanted to just.. kill the water.. She took a deep breath again as Lucena let go, just before she sunk under the surface again. She flailed around, her eyes wide, but then a voice echoed in her mind: Keep calm. Don't flail your paws around! It's just like walking. Starla didn't know who - or what - the voice was, but she listened. She stopped flailing and opened her eyes. She started paddling as thought she were walking. She stared up towards the surface, propelling herself up. She let out a sigh of relief as she began paddling forward. "I'm doing it!" She yowled excitedly, smiling. She paddled in circles then dove under the water, her eyes open. She saw a small school of fis. They were about as big as half of her leg but there was a few of them. She swam towards them, resisting the urge to swim up. She lunged at the fish, biting down on one. Blood began to stain the water next to it. Starla's eyes widened, causing them to sting more. The water was red, it looked as if she was swimming in.. blood. She quickly swam to the surface, the fish in her jaws. She swam towards the shore, stumbling out before dropping the fish on the ground. "T-the water.." She murmured. The water had only been red next to the fish at first but then it looked like the whole river was!
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    Rosalee nodded. "I see." She said quietly. When Malachy didn't respond to the last question she understood he didn't know. "Perhaps it means we will all survive, but only one will hold the ways of our tradition in their paws, and that we will have to give it up. One cat may hold our future in their paws. Weither we stay the same after this tradgedy or change - perhaps not for the better." As she said this she seemed to be staring off into space, as if in another world. She seemed to be acting wiser then she actually was. She wasn't even nine-moons!

    Treeske, unaware that Alyre was following her instead of going off and hunting on her own, nimbly leaped through the treetops. She traveled farther and farther from the Society camp, eventually crossing the territory border altogether. They crossed one Thunderpath, several Twoleg trails and one stream, and finally arrived at the borders of the Twolegplace.

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    ic || She watched as he looked at the sky, before murmuring an invitation for her to follow him back to camp. Promyss thought that his voice had a certain tone to it, but pushed her suspicions away, locking it at the back of her mind before she could fully analyze it.
    Nodding politely at him, she turned around and began to pad back to camp. Her sore paw-pads felt little relief from the cool ground. Although it did help in numbing the soreness of it, the roughness of the odd grit and thorns caused her much discomfort. But she willed it all away. There was nothing much she could do anyway, other than that. But even her willpower was not strong enough to push it all away, and she found herself grimacing a little.

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    The further Treeske traveled away from the Steppes, the more concerned Alyre became. She had never been this far away from the main cluster of dens before, so she had no idea where she might be leading her. Not exactly leading, She though. She was well aware of the fact that Treeske probably had no idea that she had followed her. Another concern was that she wouldn't be able to keep up, that she would fall behind and be left alone in unknown territory. She realized that if that happened there was a fair chance that she would be lost for several days until someone found her.


    She pushed forward, determined to keep her pace along with Treeske so she could figure out what exactly was going on. Of course, the Thunderpath and twoleg hiking trails did cause her to pause and consider whether or not she should go on, which she promptly decided that must. So she continued, slipping from bush to bush in an attempt to make sure that she was hidden from Treeske's view. She was so focused on this task that she stumbled in surprise when they reached the edge of the Twolegplace.

    [align=center][sub]ooc ;; you can walk in on Malachy and Rosalee's conversation, on Promyss and Roulette's walk back home, or talk to Lucciole. Or talk to Lucana, who is supposed to be training Treeske and Alyre. But the pair is just.. well, Tree is walking to the twoleg place and Alyre is spying on her.

    Two dark blue eyes watched from the shadows. It blinked slowly, watching intently at Rosalee. A black-gray leg stepped into the light, and it brung a whole body with it. A black smokey-gray tabby she-cat licked her paw before swiping it over her ear a few times. She sighed and trotted over toward the she-cat and gave her the most believable smile she would display. "Hello, Rosalee." Emi flicked her tail to control the laughter that bubbled up inside her throat. She swallowed it down, her dark blue eyes expressing no emotion. As she watched Rosalee, she trailed off into her own senses. Her ears picked up nothing at the moment. While her nose was tingling with the scents of her fellow Society mates.

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    [align=center][font=georgia]ooc: You could just disable auto-correction, you know. Cx
    There's an option for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't use my mobile to type things out the way I do. Which is 40% of the time.


    Roulette kept a weary gaze on her, growing tired himself. But, he realized, if he was tired, then he couldn't imagine how she felt. He was used to the hard, winding paths in their territory. She wasn't. Add a litter of kittens to that, and you get a completely exhausted Promyss, he knew. After a few more moments of this, he chose the kinder alternative and faced her with an offer. "Would you like some support on the way back?" Roulette asked, padding closer to her so as to show that his shoulder was available for leaning to.

    Rosalee turned from Malachy and looked at Emi. She nodded. "Hello." She mewed quietly, looking down at her paws. She glanced up at Malachy then sighed. "Anyways, Malachy, I should get back to.. Medic Trainee stuff.." She looked up from the ground and back at Emi. "Maybe you could help me gather some herbs if you're not busy? Or is that too boring to you?" She began padding away to the entrance of the camp, her tail dragging across the ground. She was still worried about this whole thing about one cat living and everyone else dying. It just seemed impossible! Thought, she felt like she had to believe it. She didn't want to believe it, thought, she wanted to believe her own thoughts. That one cat would hold the Society's tradition in their paws and lead them, but they wouldn't be the only cat to live.

    Emi shrugged and followed the she-cat, maybe gathering herbs would be so boring. "Sure, I'll go." she meowed. She looked down at her paws and back at Rosalee. "That's if you want the company," she added. Her dark blue gaze traveled over towards Malachy and then at Rosalee.

    Rosalee sighed again. "Yeah. Sure. Come on." She continued padding towards the camp entrance but paused just infront of it. "I may be.. quiet. Thinking about something." She told Emi quietly, padding throught the entrance and out. She paused again, waiting for Emi. She didn't really want anyone to come with her, but she didn't want to come back to camp and see everyone gone. As long as she had Emi with her that wouldn't happen.