Posts by Flight | Skulls

"LONG LIVE THE SKULL!" Flight echoed, yowling the words, making them bounce off the jagged cave walls. Pride coursed through her at Nebuchadnezzar's promotion to Deputy. He was rising so far through the ranks, and it warmed her heart to see his hard work rewarded. The enforcement of she-cat laws was met with neutrality bordering on enthusiasm- she was above most of those laws, so to speak, although the single she-kit in a litter regulation almost certainly applied.

"Leader's den," Flight quipped, pointing her tail to a den sunken in a well-protected ledge. "Herb's den," she added, flicking her tailtip toward an opening to its right. "True Skulls' den." An opening to the left of the leader's den. "The Prison entrance is inside there. You can't see the nursery from here- it's tucked into a corner and protected as much as possible. Skulls' den, where I sleep now." About five feet up in the cave wall, a small entrance. "Now we go out into the territory so you can see where everything else is."

"Onward!" Flight declared, scarfing down the last of her bird. Without glancing behind her to see if he followed, she struck up a lively pace, almost trotting toward the cave entrance.

Flight trotted authoritatively onto the territory, confident and knowledgeable. "I'll take you to each of the borders," she meowed, glancing at the sun. It had almost reached its zenith. "We should have enough time. We border with BoneClan, our sworn enemies who seceded and then stole our territory." The words were bitten off, acid lacing her tone. It was clear she had no love lost for the Skulls' rivals. "We also are enemies of RadicalClan, whose mentalities are, as I'm sure you know, our opposites. However, they don't border with us, which is probably for the best." They were walking briskly through lush forest broken occasionally by wide, bright clearings.

"We've fought many battles against them in the seasons since. And against RadicalClan, and the Vix, their allies. And the Tribe of Rushing Water; we took over their territory after being chased out, but the former leader, Scythe, grew bored and retreated." Flight spoke casually, flicking her tail in a leisurely manner. "This territory is actually better than our old one. It has more prey, since we have fewer mouths to feed and this place hadn't been used in awhile. BoneClan took over a kind of moorland, a hilly, treeless territory. We have no reason to want to take it back." Flight's smile grew grim. "But our history isn't just glory and takeovers and winning by twists of fate. I'm not sure if I've told you yet, but we just escaped the rein of Deathwish. He was a tom from the Elite who could control minds with his eyes. He took over the high positions and became a leader of the Skulls, when in actuality he was pulling the strings. No one knew, because the high positions couldn't tell anyone. But he began feeling secure, and soon they could talk among themselves about it. They planned, and I was picked out and told about Deathwish. I was covered in blood, and Nez led Deathwish to me. I scratched out the tom's eyes, and the high positions finished him off. His tail, I believe, is on display by either the Herbs' den or the Leaders'."

"More or less," Flight meowed with a shrug. "He almost shatterred our alliance with the Elite when he led us in a full-scale battle against them. He was a bad leader in the sense that he was only out for personal gain, revenge, etcetera. Most of us need no reason to hate him other than the fact that he mentally enslaved our leaders, deputies, Cave Wardens, and Herbs."

OOC: Awesome XD

IC: Flight glanced around her. "Not much," she admitted. "I've told you about as much as I know. If you have a desire for more knowledge, I'd recommend talking to Nez or another Cave Warden. They'd be able to tell you the specifics of Deathwish's reign. Right now, though, we're coming up on the scent markings that makr one of our four borders." She padded up, sniffing the border, and remarked it.

"No one, as far as I know." Flight had to admit, she felt almost backed into a corner at that question. She didn't think they bordered with anyone, but then, she hadn't been to the borders in what seemed like forever.

OOC: I'm pretty sure they only border with BoneClan XD.

"If I think of something, I'll tell you." Flight honestly didn't think there was anything else he should know. She had told him just about everything.

Flight stared in surprise at Kyka. "Are you kidding? I enjoyed your company, and I will for as long as you're content with following me around. You're my Future; I'll never get tired of you."

Flight, hearing voices, entered the clearing with a rabbit's scruff clenched in her teeth. She normally hunted alone, but often joined congregations like this. Her pleasant mood lasted only until she caught sight of Jedi, though; then she stifled an oath before it could escape her maw and sighed slightly. Now that she had entered the clearing, there was nothing she could do to escape the inevitable. She was well aware of Jedi's disposition toward she-cats, but up until now had managed to skirt around it. He didn't care that her help in overthrowing Deathwish had resulted in her being promoted; a she-cat was a she-cat to him, whether she was an unruly Peasant or a loyal Skull.

Flight smiled, a genuine smile of mentorly affection. "That's so sweet," she purred, leaning forward to nudge him slightly. "You haven't even been my Future for a full day yet," she laughed, "and already I know I'm going to love training you."

"Well, we can save the rest of the territory for another day," Flight replied, stopping. She curled her tail around her forepaws. "I'd like to see how skilled your hunting is."

Flight shrugged. "Squirrels, mice, birds, the occasional rabbit. Your usual forest fare. Nothing fancy, nothing too startling; we don't have many snakes or frogs around here."

Flight appraised the thrush with a skilled eye. "Nice," she praised him. "Is this the first time you've had to catch food for yourself?" She was curious; the catch was too practiced to have been his first.

"Nice." Flight glanced over him, studying his form. She realized his poise wasn't common among those his age; it must have been what made her think him older.

"Lead the way," Flight commanded, shifting her weight so she was ready to run. "I want to see how quickly you can pick up the territory." She had no doubts he could do so easily, but she wanted to make sure.

Flight trotted behind him, mentally noting his ease beneath the cover of the forest, the silent way he padded through the trees. Little things like that presented themselves to her, things she knew she'd need to know about her Future.

Flight shook her head vehemently. "I just ate. I'm way to full for anything right now. You should wait until that's on the freshkill pile to start eating anything, though. Normally we don't eat on the hunt." She could understand that his loner ways might have taught him otherwise.

"Why not?" Flight glanced up at the sun and waved Kyka on with her tail, indicating he should take the lead again. "How much fighting experience have you had?"