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    [font=georgia]Ugh, this body felt so big and loose compared to his normal body of small-cat. So much to move all the time. Sabre's newest body, was in fact a jaguarandi and he was damn proud of it too, the body owner's soul was squashed so easily compared to the norm. Giving a last stretch, he padded into the familiar territory of the Tribe of Many Storms, a long time ally as both the Empire of Tufani and the Tribe of Many Storms. "I'm here to discuss an agreement on becoming leader in order to soothe the ruffled coats and the mess made by one such Totalnight." News spread, and he knew of the shit the Flurryfall kit had created in ScarClan. They had always had a special place in Sabre's heart and he was going to make sure it was fixed. So he could help Soul lead this Clan.


    Totalnight came out growling but he was looking pretty sheepish as well. Not his fault that his plan fucked up and backfired, "Not like any of your plans always go that way...." But he just looked up at the larger form of the wild-cat and felt imminently small. His ego and pride had been crushed.


    Taking a menacing step forwards, he glared down at Totalnight, "I'm giving you up to ScarClan to end this stupid fucking mess you've made, and in your place, I will step up. I lead Clans before you were even BORN." Now, he looked around for any cats who could agree with him. Who wanted to agree with him. Surely they knew who he was, "For I, am Sabrestar, most feared anti-Clanner of all time and the best at gaining control and making other Clans cower in our presence. Something you jelly-legs are lacking."

    Wow, a lot of shit happens when you decide to just rest for a day or two. The deputy looked at the larger figure with nothing but bravery and a bit of annoyance, unsheathing her claws slightly, but not planning to put up a fight unless his words were really true. Anchor was so tired of all these bitching enemies, couldn't there just be a break? ScarClan, Pendulum, and now this guy may be added to the list. But like she even really cared about Totalnight anyways. He seemed to loose the little spark that made Anchor fall in love with him, and now just seemed like some crazed guy looking for power and fights. "Hey, I'm the deputy here, and as long as I stay one and you don't torture me, then welcome to the tribe. If you want a fight, I'll give you it, but I really don't give a fuck."

    [align=center][color=black][size=8][font=georgia]Hmm.. so the infamous Sabrestar was standing in his wake, asking - no demanding - for the leadership of ToMS. As long as the black wolf could keep his position in the tribe, he was fine with it. Even though the wolf had no real ties to the black and white tuxedo tom, Soul still was protective over his co-leader.


    Jelly-legs? Interesting term to use, but the dark form of Soul moved silently out from the shadows of his den, tail waving above his back in slight dominance over the wildcat. Though, this wildcat seemed slightly bigger than a bobcat, making the wolf slightly nervous. Hmm? Handing Total over to ScarClan to end the feud between them? Seemed logical enough. The black figure of Soul backed up a foot or two, opening his jaws to speak. "Settling the feud between us and ScarClan will stop the insanity and chaos developing between the lands. The only one ScarCLan really want is Total, since he started the little intruding upon their land. We were past allies with them, until those ties were broken."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px]worst storm of the cenutry would soon be a trainee and wanted ot live up to her father's legacy around the clan. she trotted up to stand proudly beside her father, almost allowing tears to slip out of her bright orange orbs as she rubbed herself against her father with slight agitation, he was going to take papa away? "No!" She spat at the larger wildcat in fury. "You can't take my daddy away! I won't let you! You . . " She tried to think of some mean words, but couldn't bring herself to same something meaner than; "You jerk!!" She hissed. Century hadn't really gotten to know her fathe, but she still hated this wildcat's guts for taking him away and trying to lead.[/fancypost]

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia]A sound of pawsteps lingered as Trigger made his way to the scene. Nodding, he felt as if Soul was right. The deputy's ear twitched as he fixated his yellow eyes on Sabrestar. "Soul's right; those ties were broken," said the bobcat, remaining calm. All this turmoil had been happening -- just in time to see the well-known Sabrestar. Great.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][color=black][sub]Black and white kitten, Comet, stepped up beside his sister. "Century, why is he going to take Dad away?" All Comet understood was his father's name and some huge cat named Sabre was going to banish him or something. His ears perked up and he listened, trying to figure out what was happening.