Posts by Miss Havisham

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[hr][size=8]"I'm Miss Havisham, the rook here," a splotchy nose twitched as the calico approached. "I don't expect you to know what that means yet, though. Essentially, you don't want to be caught doing anything that might make me mad." Her tone was serious, but the femme winked. She didn't often use her power to dominate over anyone, especially not since Megatron had begun to butt heads with her. Would he catch on to their relationship?

In any case, the hybrid piqued her interest. It would be a shame if he ended up on Megatron's side. "Welcome to the family, Fallen Legends."
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[hr][size=8]"Your words only prove us right, you know." Danger lurked under the femme's soprano voice. "You still don't understand that we're only doing what's best for you." Miss Havisham stepped in front of the young femme, attempting to put a barrier between the runner and the border as she narrowed her glowing, golden eyes. "No matter how fast or how far you think you can run, we'll always catch you, so why don't you just turn around and go back home to the Skulls' mansion?" Her tail lashed behind her as her haunches lowered slightly, ready to spring in case the girl tried to book it. "Try to take one more step past me, and you might find that we don't treat rebellion kindly."
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(( RAINDANCE )) wrote:

If she's gonna be captured by the skulls and tortured there.../flails arms angrily in the air

And yo! Nice to meet youu!
Rain wasn't around his time either. Though she's been around for a while. As in two months.

Oh, nonon not tortured
Just
Educated
So she can grow to her full potential ! :3c

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[hr][size=8]Miss Havisham was a frail cat of little power, so when she finally decided to step out from the shadows and step up to the plate, she didn't try to catch the pumpkin. The hurtling vegetation could have probably crushed her if it was thrown at her in just the right way. Therefore, she stood completely still as the pumpkin fell to the ground before her with a splat, spattering its squishy insides onto anything inside its oval splash zone.

It just so happened that the rook was right in the middle of it, so Havisham had a little shaking to do before she started to speak as if nothing had happened. When Megatron seemed to be enjoying himself, especially in the company of others, the calico was most neutral. But back to what was up- What could she say about herself that she wouldn't mind anybody knowing? Confessing to murder was out of the question, and the rest she could mention about herself was far too dull for her taste.
"I'm Miss Havisham. I love this clan with everything I am and will do absolutely anything to protect it."

Seemed solid enough. In an attempt to continue that game, she scooped up a small clump of soggy pumpkin fibers and flung it up in the air for someone to catch.
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[hr][size=8]"Everyone will be a body in a grave, but some become much more," The clear, firm voice of the older femme echoed as she sauntered into the dining hall. After scenting an unknown presence having passed through the doors of the mansion, Miss had correctly assumed Megatron had snatched another one. She had to admit, it was getting impressive. On the other hand, Megatron's sudden incorporation of the pseudo-religious babbler was starting to get irritating. It was one thing when she made up prophecies to seize control of the ego of her own captures, it was another to refer to the Skulls as some sort of cult. "This isn't an ordinary group that you are now a part of. Here, we encourage young Skullians to take advantage of their full potential. While other clans would coddle you and bird-feed the young until their brains rot, we take care of them while encouraging self-reliance and intelligent thought. We can teach you to become successful. We can show you how to lead a fulfilling life. With us, you can even learn to become a legend-a symbol, if you wish, and become something much more than a rotting corpse in the ground."

In the mind of Miss Havisham, that was the most compelling and undeniable argument, yet none but one of the kittens that she had presented it to had agreed. The calico had long since decided that their minds were simply too young, undeveloped, and tainted by their clans to understand. They bowed down to their fear of the unknown and allowed it to cloud their judgement, but this one seemed different. Her resistance against Megatron's crazy was curious. Perhaps this one could understand.
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[hr][size=8]For all Miss complained of useless alliances that laid around rotting, this was the only one she refused to give. Not after what she'd sacrificed for them. "I gave you my only children to help you fight against a doomsday prophecy aimed at your clan. I lost them to for you to train, raise, and be able to survive. Our alliance better continue standing," the rook struggled to compose her growl. While the kittens had been both hers and Sherlock's, the Phantomclan father had no custody over the children. "-Or has Phantomclan become so powerful that it's forgotten what it was like to be a small group with a price over its head?"

How long had it been since the day she parted with her children? It couldn't have been more than three seasons ago that her younger self entrusted the loves of her life to them. The calico began to muse in a more subdued tone. "At least a generation must have passed since then." Regardless, her gaze cut sharply to the sleepy messenger. "We asked for nothing in return, but your clan has a very old, very great debt to us. Please remind them of that before they go cutting ties all loosy-goosy."
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Beast, I'm so sorry to hear. Please take all the time you need and take care of yourself.
life > catsite
Your Skulls fam loves u. <3

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[hr][size=8]An endeared look twinkled in her obscured, golden eyes. They didn't try to make big decisions behind her back, including Feza. Even if the assistant deputy had overstepped some bound, no one present but the hidden Miss would have been able to reprimand her, though Lloyd might protest. Her male groupmate seemed respectable. She wasn't sure about the third guy yet. However, in a world where she constantly tried to undermine Megatron, loyalty was a sweet gesture to Miss.

It was at that moment that the calico hopped out from a low-hanging branch of a nearby tree, focusing back on the situation at hand. Seasoned by her moons of dealing with the Skull's diplomatic affairs, the rook did not trust easily and despised lazy enemies, but lazy alliances were the worst of all. "You sound fishy. We're not giving you our valuable intel, especially not for something as flimsy and untrustworthy as a temporary alliance."

"If you want to make it, you'll have to mooch off of someone else's pity. You could also try to make it on your own as the large majority of groups have, if you're honorable." The feline landed gracefully and sat before the stranger, her tail waving a slow rhythm behind her.
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[hr][size=8]Sensing a scalding heat from the Stellarclan representative, Miss made a wide arc around him on her way to Megatron, keeping her ears perked for the topic of discussion.

"I never understood why clans make allies out of anything other than necessity. Are groups so concerned that their own members can't defend their territory on their own? Don't they bicker if not united by a common enemy?" Making unnecessary ties and commitments seemed foolish to the tall, calico femme. All resources should be used to make one's own clan prosper, and any group that needed charity to survive didn't deserve acknowledgement. "If leaders are unable to protect their own clan, perhaps they should retire- or at least tell their members to pursue other groups instead of leaving them chained with loyalty to a dying home." Similar reasons were what she used to justify her kit-stealing. The Skulls was a small group with the resources to nourish young ones both mentally as well as physically. While other clans were too wrapped up in wars or issues to give their children the time of day, the Skulls could help them access their full potential. Her justification of her actions were what distinguished her from her king.

"For those who are new here, I'm Miss Havisham- the rook of the Skulls."
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[hr][size=8]And the little bratty girl was gone before the deputy could reply, but that didn't stop Miss from speaking. "And that, my Skull friends, is how we reveal someone's true colors."

The calico's tail flicked after the vanished whatever-she-was. "It's also why we don't accept alliance requests from strangers that seem like they have nice faces. As you could see- chick got ugly at the end, there. She couldn't argue against the fact that her clan's tricks were transparent." It was kind of cute for the representative to have tried at all, but Miss didn't appreciate the fact that she was wasting her groupmates' time. No one was going to be messing with the Skulls on her watch, no matter who they thought they were. "If anyone sees someone from that group in our territory for the next month, throw them in the basement for an interrogation."

Once the mandatory stuff had passed, there was a pause between her sentences. Her tail relaxed and its tip grazed the ground while her ears lowered themselves back into "neutral". The silence drew until it was almost as long her her unusual legs- then it was broken by a soft chuckle and a murmur. "That last thing-" A small spark twinkled in her golden optics. "I don't think everyone's ever said that to me before." Somehow, Miss Havisham found the thought so amusing that she began to laugh.
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[hr][size=8][i feel that, yo]
When she saw the body- battered and broken- the first thing she did was scream. It wasn't one of those creeped-out screams, no. It was one of those horror story screams that made blood curdle in the veins. It was one of those screams from a woman looking at a dead child, one that had caused her so much trouble in the past.

Her mind didn't even try to process anything beyond the shock, not even an apology for the noise. It just gave up. From there, Miss was all automatic. "Lloyd, clean up the body. Feza, bury it and call everyone together for a wake." And that was about all she could manage for the moment. A perfect, marbled statue standing frozen, horrified gaze fixated on a just-as-lifeless corpse.
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[hr][size=8]A lick of her paw and the smoothing down of head fur later, the rook piped up besides Major. "How do we play? Should we just say that we found something and whoever speaks up (posts) the most wins?"
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[hr][size=8]The calico only licked her lips are the conversation evolved, feeling a bit proud of herself for stirring up some conflict. Oooh she even got that Thunderclan guy all defensive. Always good to keep others on their toes.

"Glad to hear you're all faring fairly well. Peter, I assume your ghost problems are resolved?" They were probably all putting up fronts, but that was understandable given the circumstances. "We're also fine. Our territory is enough to support our clan and out newest warriors. We've recently welcomed a few new souls into our home and we look forward to raising a new generation of Skulls." Of course, she failed to mention that all of the kits had been rescues and strays that her groupmates had picked up. Many clans had shown failure to understand that removing the younglings from their homelands was in the child's best interest. Most clans were too saturated with members to properly raise them, so she'd developed a personal mission to educate and nurture as many of the saved ones as she could.
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