Siren Mortem Ipsum sat on top of a large tree stump, looking out into the distance. It was night, the sky dark except for the specks of rebellious stars peeking through the thick, group of clouds that cloaked area above. Silence filled the forest, only broken by a crickets chirp or a reckless rabbit stepping on a twig. Despite the airy setting, the mackerel tabby looked calm. Her stance gave the impression of waiting for something, or perhaps someone...
The elite trainee had spent the last moon whispering in others ears, using her charm to lure them into listening to what she had to say. She was tired of having to wait for the senior members to teach her how to fight. The daughter of Sora and Lorem wanted to become strong as soon as possible, and she knew she was not alone. The strategic young cat had noticed the bickering of her fellow trainees, and she was ready grant them there wish. They were going to train, with or without their mentors.
Now all she had to do was wait.
