Posts by Flight | Skulls

OOC: Tracking with my new subaccount~

OOC: Tracking with a new subaccount~

Flight glanced up at Kimba. "Oh, of course not, sir," she meowed, venom lacing her words. She hadn't missed the hatred in his glare. He was Nez's friend, but for some reason he seemed to hate her. She returned the favor- diluted, of course, because of her position. "I wouldn't dream of it." Her tail flicked from side to side contemptuously, a move full of the anger she couldn't show. She had just earned this rank, and there was no way she was jeopardizing it by yelling at a Cave Warden. Flight sighed, though, when he was out of earshot. It was clear to her that this would come to blows sooner or later, and it probably wouldn't be him hurt by it.

"Hey, Jedi."
Flight strode toward the stranger, sniffing curiously at his scent. She didn't recognize it, but then, she had never smelled ThunderClan before. "Is he joining us or leaving?" she inquired, directing her question to the Skull rather than Kyla. She hoped he was staying. The Skulls needed more cats; specifically, more toms to counteract the multitude of disloyal she-cats. A time bomb, that, especially with the new breeding regulations- not that she disagreed with that. It wasn't very bad, after all, and she saw no problem with it at all.

OOC: Sorry about that~

IC: Flight grinned at Kyka, baring her teeth in a friendly way. "That's the spirit!" Glancing at Jedi, she raised her eyebrows toward him. "It's always good to have another tom around. What do you say?" She hoped he agreed. It felt... odd... to be talking to toms in this way, but she had earned her position. It was time to stop being so timid.

"I can tell him." Flight held a great amount of respect for Damage, who treated her as an equal now that she had been promoted. "I've had to break the news to half a dozen she-cats who wander over our borders." Kits, some of them. She still remembered that one kit, Lynx, who she had explained the Skulls to a few moons before the death of Pluxaria. She had protested the mentality of the Skulls, but in the end had had to retreat to the Peasant den with a sorrowful countenance. That had come very close to breaking her heart, even though she was normally exasperated with their indignant protests.

Flight smiled gratefully at Damage and beckoned to Kyka with her tail. She began walking, assuming he would follow and clearly waiting for him to draw even with her. He would understand soon enough, provided he didn't already- he had covered his confusion well, but she knew he didn't understand. None of them did. It was astounding how many cats- primarily she-cats- wandered into their territory without knowing what they were getting into. Kyka might wholeheartedly adopt their mentality, in which case Damage's warning was necessary. But he was old enough that he might also find sympathy for she-cats. Only time would tell.

OOC: Walk up beside her.

IC: "First and foremost, kid, the Skulls are a sexist group." Flight, so used to smothering her words in honey, found herself giving Kyka a blunt description of the Skulls' main factor. Perhaps it was that she was speaking to a tom. Softening her tone, she continued. "Most she-cats are Peasants. This means they can't leave the cave without an escort of a Skull- akin to a warrior- or higher. They also have to defer to the higher ranks. I'm saying this in as unbiased a way as I can. There's just no way that I can state this and sound satisfied, but I am. I grew up with this, and it's my life. I like it." She often worried that dissatisfaction was getting through to her charges. "She-cats who break the rules often enough are demoted to Prisoners, who live in cages underground. Toms become Futures, who are like apprentices and about equal to Peasants. Then they become Skulls. Toms who prove themselves worthy are given the rank True Skull. The healers are called Herbs. There are Cave Wardens, Deputies and Leaders, who are also high positions. She-cats who prove themselves, or whose fathers are respected in the clan, become Futures at six moons." She smiled at him. "I recently became a Skull. That's why Damage was warning you. If you adopt the Skulls' mentality very closely, you might start treating me as a lesser cat."

Flight laughed. "Of course not. Many toms don't treat she-cats very badly at all! Take Noah, our friendly neighborhood wolf. He's very kind toward she-cats. He also happens to be an Herb," she added, "so don't think for a moment that this decreases whatever chance you have of being promoted. You can treat she-cats however you want."

"I'll take you to Nebuchadnezzar. He's a Cave Warden; he should have the authority to let you join officially." She smiled, thinking of her chocolate-pelted mate. He had been so happy when she was promoted and so supportive of her backwards-aging brother.

Which HP?: Nebuchadnezzar
Thread Link: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1014579.0
Short Summary: A cat joining would like the approval of a HP, and Flight wants to bring him to Nez. [if the thread is more than two pages long]

OOC: I put this into the HP requesting thread, so her roleplayer will be here shortly.

"Hey, Nez," Flight purred. She settled back on her haunches to stifle the urge to lick his ear. Gesturing to Kyka, she meowed, "Jedi and Damage found him, and he'd like to join. He has a grudge against ThunderClan." He might want to know that, too, to nurture it and give Kyka's hatred a chance to grow.

"Alright," Flight spoke up. "Do you want me to show him to his nest? Will he be a Skull or Future? How old are you?" she meowed, aiming that last question at Kyka.

"You'd still be a kit, then," Flight meowed with considerable surprise. Kyka was mature for his age. "Unless," she continued, addressing Nez, "you'd have him begin as a Future." She wouldn't object to that- far from it. Kyka was more than ready.

Flight was momentarily overwhelmed. Her, a mentor? "Sure," she laughed. "I'd love to." That she might be able to train Futures in her position had never occurred to her.

"Now sounds good, unless you'd like to rest and eat. I'm not in any particular hurry." As much as she tried to mask it, apprehension clearly battled with pride in Flight's gaze.

"Right here, then." Flight smiled once more at Nez before she led the way into the daunting cave. Stalactites dotted the vaulted ceiling, and cats scurried from deep hollows carved into the cave wall. Other animals traipsed about the cave as well- wolves and coyotes, a horse. Gesturing at one of the hollows, three taillengths up the uneven wall, she meowed, "That's where Peasants and Futures live. You'll be sleeping up there tonight. I'll take you around to the rest of the dens after you've eaten. There's the pile." A sweep of her tail pinpointed the well-stocked mound of freshkill.

Flight selected a starling for herself. After plucking out the eyeballs and setting them aside, she began deftly, almost absentmindedly stripping feathers from the bird. "Yeah. Cool, huh?" She glanced up briefly, scanning the vaulting arches with a nonchalant, studying air. She'd grown up with them; they didn't really impress her, to be honest.

"Well, now you will, too!" Flight's cheerful trill bounced off the walls, but the entire cave buzzed with the hive of cats that inhabited it, so her chirp went largely unnoticed.