Posts by Flight | Skulls

"So you have experience fighting cats?" Flight queried, padding forward to stand beside him. "You don't have any qualms about fighting she-cats, right?" This was said with a disgusted tone; none of the toms she knew voiced any dissent on that matter, but she had heard of some pro-clanners who shirked when faced with an enemy she-cat.

Flight was drawn toward the stranger with the scent that tickled at the back of her mind. He looked rather familiar, too, she realized as she neared the growing crowd. Something was strangely reminiscent about his presence here, and she couldn't place it. The black she-cat sat at the back of the group, deciding to stay back until she remembered him.
She started listening to some of the other cats' chatters. Collateraldamage's even tone broke through her thoughts, and she heard his name- Scythe. A lightning bolt of memory seared her mind- the heavyset leader boldly guiding his charges, the courageous cat who took over the Tribe of Rushing Water. Her mind flashed over these impressions, but always returned, over and over, to one lingering image.
Brown fur, the scent of her leader, a congealed smear of blood despite the thick rain that would have washed away a fresher streak. The certainty that she had lost the tom she respected, the fear of what would happen to the Skulls. She hadn't had any direct contact with him, she wasn't acutely devastated after his 'death,' but still Flight had to suppress the urge to sprint toward him as toward a long-lost friend.
Scythe! She struggled to compose herself. Flight slithered her way toward him, hoping to catch a decent glimpse of him again. "Scythe!" she breathed when she was near enough to catch a full glimpse of him. Flight dipped her head respectfully to the former leader, remembering just in time that she wasn't a Peasant anymore and shouldn't be as nervous as one when addressing him.

A sarcastic chuckle announced the arrival of Flight. "Yes, you're correct," she meowed, amusement coming off her in waves. "She-cats are boo-boos here." Flight was alone on the territory, which might be alarming toward any tom who wasn't aware of her promotion. She proudly wore the title- a Skull, a warrior, not a Peasant. "I'm glad we don't have to inform you of that. Most she-cats we capture are quite startled to know that they're boo-boos because they came here." Mirth in her voice, she sat primly, tucking her paws neatly beneath her and curling her tail over them. Her alert green eyes sparkled with almost cynical amusement.

OOC: Nice signature. Where'd you find the Homestuck GIF?

Flight peered out from the Skulls' den and gagged as the scent hit her. The memory of being covered in other cats' blood shoved its way to the front of her mind, but she shoved it down and clamped her jaw shut on the rank taste of blood in the air. It wasn't all bad, though- those skulls were a nice touch, and once she got past the smell, the blood kind of looked cool splashed around the walls like that. "Looks great," Flight meowed, glancing around to appraise the scene. She wasn't lying- it really did look cool.

Flight smirked slightly at the exchange, which she briefly caught as she padded from the Skulls' den. Maybe she could mediate between the two. It was worth a shot. "Hey, Collateraldamage," she greeted, feeling she knew him well enough to be so informal toward him. "And who are you?" she added kindly, smiling down at the kit. She hadn't taken the time to get herself acquainted with all the kits in the Nursery.

Flight flashed a grin at Collateraldamage, overjoyed that he had acknowledged her greeting, then turned her attention to Praeclarus, her- her niece. Wow. It thrilled her, somehow, to think of her as such. Being Nez's mate, she realized, gave her connections to many other cats. Heck, Afrodita- the cat she had always respected as a strong, confident feline- was her relative now! It blew her away. "Hey, Praeclarus," she purred, a warm tone to her voice.

"I'm Flight," the black she-cat purred, glad to see the kit's disposition tempered.

OOC: Dead muse.

Flight blinked, slightly startled, as Sharven mentioned her in his synopsis of the Skulls. It could have been because she was standing there, she reflected, or it could have been that her contribution to her home was big enough to earn mention. She smiled a little at this. It didn't have to have been her. It could have been any loyal she-cat, but Nez had been there, Nez and Kimba, and between them they had sparked the idea that she was the cat for the job. Of course, she thought wryly, Kimba's reasons for casting her up for a potentially fatal role was questionable.

Flight strode into the sunlight, tail lashing violently. "I thought I scented RadicalClan scum," she spat, furious. "I'll wait for a Deputy or Leader to handle this, but keep in mind that you're asking for two cats in exchange for one- and that you're already outnumbered. Even if you kill the tom, we could always take you, too. I believe you're somewhat high up in their ranks, aren't you, dearie? An enemy high position is more valuable than a relative of one of ours, don't you think?" She had no patience for RadicalClanners and their policies. She didn't quite agree that she-cats were inferior, either, but she had accepted her role as a Peasant and worked hard until she was promoted to Skull. RadicalClan toms had no hope of promotion unless they became a high position's mate, and then they were still viewed as lesser creatures. More than that, they could hardly leave their cages in the Lighthouse unless they were accompanied by a she-cat. Flight, for her part, would much rather be a she-cat in her beloved home than a tom in RadicalClan. She ignored Jedi, knowing that he would cast something disparaging in her direction. Her promotion didn't count for much with some toms.

OOC: Thanks, I'd lost this thread XD.

IC: Flight considered this for a moment. "Sort of, yes, but not completely," she meowed decisively. "I need to know you won't shirk at the thought of injuring or even killing a she-cat, seeing as most of our enemies are female."

Flight glanced at Betrayal, clearly appraising him. She offered no opinion for Starbloom to hear, and indeed, really had none to offer. She wasn't sure if it was valor or arrogance that led the tom to do that, nor did she know whether that was to be frowned upon by his peers or praised. Having lived in submission to toms didn't mean she knew how they thought. Flight glanced up at Starbloom, as savage an anger as ever in her eyes. "Do you think it matters to us what side of the border you're on? Bear in mind," she snarled through clenched teeth, "that you're threatening the life of one of the cats of our clan. If that doesn't negate the border limitations, nothing does."
She glanced up as CollateralDamage entered, smiling in relief. Now, here was a tom with some sense. His words warmed her heart; she was grateful to know at least one tom who respected her new position and what it took to reach it. "Thanks," she murmured under her breath, pitching her voice so that only he could hear it. This tom was one she could count among her friends.

Flight stepped in front of him and whirled to face him. "Good," she quipped, a heated fierceness in her tone. "Because you'll need to. The Skulls have gained a valuable asset today, and I expect you to live up to that." She nodded briskly, satisfied. "I think it's about time we headed back. You?"

Flight padded at his side, pride emanating from her. She had never considered, when she became a Skull, that she would be able to take on a Future. She couldn't think of a better Future than this one, either- he was experienced for his age, which was surprisingly low; he was completely loyal to the Skulls, and indeed had been raised to be so from birth; he was newly inducted into the Skulls, so he had none of the prejudice that had some toms being unfriendly to her despite her rank.

Flight gazed around the cave once more, thinking of what could be done to make it even better.
"You see those stalactites?" She gestured with a paw toward some low-reaching spikes hanging from the ceiling. "If you still have sinew from the prey, I suggest stringing the spines along the sinew and tying it loosely to those. We could also," she continued, warming to the idea, "inflate the little lungs and bladders, tie them off with some more sinew, and toss them around." She grinned, almost wishing the other anticlans were here. This was impressive.

Flight grinned, a grin fueled by the infuriated mewling of what was, in her eyes, a complaining, soft, spoiled brat. "I couldn't have said it better myself," she growled mirthfully. "Let RadicalClan find a new idiot to take little miss majesty's exalted throne." Glaring suddenly at the cat they more or less held in their paws, she spat, "we don't give a bird's eyeball whether you're missing your family or whether you're concerned about their safety. It's their own d*mn fault they got themselves captured, and if you're going to come here and throw a fit and try to kill a cat of ours, you deserve what happens to you, too."

"That one," Flight directed, waving her tail toward a den set about five feet up the cave wall. "You're sharing with the Peasants. There are crevices and indentations up the wall, so you'll be able to climb up."

Flight kneaded the ground, as much in frustration as in excitement. "We're not going to let her get away, are we?" she growled, indignant. "She sauntered up here, insulting us and demanding that we return her pathetic family, and now we're letting her prance away without so much as a taste of our claws?" Her own claws were unsheathed, working the dry earth and slicing through grass roots. "We outnumber her no matter what the little b*tch says. It's a hop, skip and jump across the border and she won't know what's hit her! H*ll, we're perfectly justified to, seeing as she has one of our toms."

Flight strolled out of the shadows behind her, a shrew swinging forgotten in her jaws. "Sh*t," she spat, tossing the prey to the side and fluffing out her fur. "You trespassers should carry warning labels or something. Hmm? No, you're not going anywhere." She moved to block the she-cat's exit. "Nice try, dearie. Be a little stealthier next time."

Flight barked a laugh. "Of course, Kyka. You just got here." She smirked genially, flicking at his ears with her tail and gesturing with a paw. "By all means, go on."

Flight, prepared for the intruder to attack her, brought up her paw to fend off the she-cat's blow. Still, the block was a little too late- she blinked as a spray of errant blood splashed over her eyes. The stranger had scratched her after all! Shaking the blood from her eyes irritably, she hissed at the she-cat.