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  • It's all good... and okay. [MANDATORY MEETING]

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    Bistre nuzzled Harrierbeat behind the ear at the mention of her promotion, a purr in his throat as all of her hard work towards her clan was rewarded. "Congratulations." He mewed softly, giving her a few light kisses on the cheek. Maybe he'd participate in the contests to become a warchief, that way he could prove himself as a serious member to her and the rest of the clan. "You deserve it."


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  • You're free t(o) leave me but just don't deceive me

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    Jealousy was something he was going to work on, the Maiden was right about that. He leaned his head against her shoulder and pressed his face into her fur, wanting her to know how deep his apology was. "I'm sorry Harrierbeat." She didn't seem so flinch as the space between them had been closed, making every muscle in the tom's chest tighten as he took in a breath and spoke to her in his native tongue. A logn while ago he had taught her latin; how much did she remember now?


    [size=7pt]"Tuus sum ego, et vos mei."[/size] When he leaned back to offer her a bit of personal space, his voice was low as he mumbled the nest few words that tumbled from his mouth. He really wasn't sure how she was going to feel about this, but he needed her to know how he felt. This was as close to a confession as she was going to get from him. "I am yours and you are mine."


    "...I'll back off if that's what would work best for you." He really would, if that's what she wanted. "....and I wont interfere with any of your current relationships....but my feelings for you wont change. I just wanted to tell you that."


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  • WARCHIEF COMPETITION!

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    "I would like to volunteer myself to go into the caves, as well as the trees." Bistre responded, voice low as he joined the new gathering. His pelt was dark enough to disguise himself if there were any cats awaiting to 'trap' him insode the darkness, plus being born into the Elite, he considered his stealth skills top-notch. He was doing this for his new clan, the kits he had adopted, for Harrierbeat, and lastly, for himself. Olive eyes shined with determination as he stepped up to the plate. Now was his time to shine.


    OOC: So we make the four threads and PM you when we're done with them -- right? Is that how this works? It sounds like fun! x3


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  • Look at all these big-ass trees [HC Warchief Competition - PLEASE DO NOT POST]

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    There were cats around him, sone of which he had the pleasure to call his competitors. He could scent them all on the sidelines; watching, waiting, evaluating his performance. This gave the tom a rough idea of the parameters of the playing ground, though he was sure that a few were tossed in here to throw him off path. He circled around them for good measure just in case.


    He had to walk into this like a warchief. The teachings of his Grandfather Aristotle and Vincent Unitrix echoed throughout his mind. He was born for this. The gift to lead was in his blood, he was the riteful born heir to the Simul Stamus family-


    No.


    That was the arrogance that caused the fall of the Elite and the royal family he belonged to. If he were to go into this, he was going as a new tom. He was going as himself, and there was no greater justice than that. Bistre was rather unfamiliar with the forest, but he was ready to do whatever it took to prove himself in the tasks laid out to him by Glorystar. Keeping his goals and determination in check, the tom gave Harrierbeat one last look before giving her a kiss goodbye. [size=7pt]"Tuus sum ego, et vos mei."[/size] He murmured softly, that promise would remain regardless of this outcome, the words securing him in a blanket of pride as he headed out into the rough thicken.


    The smoke had circled the forest twice with quick stealthy steps, not a glance up into the sky just yet - oh no, all eyes were on the ground and around all the trees and brush that surrounded him. As a warchief, he had to make sure that the perimeter was safe before making any plans to move. Once he had made sure the area was clear, he circled back once more to search for the dummies in the branches.


    There were four in total, ranging in weight and size by the looks of it.


    The first was the stuffed toy of a kitten, and it was retrieved from the long branches of a pine tree. As he moved to the ground, he was quick to put the dummy in a small cave where he was sure it could be safe where in the mean time he could safely retrieve the other three.


    Next was a soft beanie baby bird, lower to the ground than the first dummy but in much denser foliage. Pushing the branches apart, he grabbed this one as well and settled it in the small cave with the stuffed kitten.


    The stuffed lion he encountered next was rather large, making it a little more difficult for the tom to retrieve and drag into his self-made safety zone. With some struggles, it soon joined the kitten and bird plush in the safe zone.


    And lastly, there was a dog dummy on the edge of a branch hanging over a rather steep looking drop. This was by-far the hardest doll of all to retrieve. He had even fallen partway and cut his cheek during the decent of the old oak, but the doll had remained stagnant on his back. This dummy was too put with the other three where he was sure it would be safe.


    The smoke finally emerged from the forest, standing as strait as he could as he approached the leader awaiting expectantly just on the other side.


    "Chief Glorystar; I have located the four missing members within the forest. Two injuries, one dead. I have recovered all bodies to the best of my ability, but there's something wrong sir. The forest is full of unfamiliar scents; I feel it is too dangerous for me to transport them to you one by one."


    "Here is what I propose your grace. With your permission, I request the ability to draw forth a squad of four members to come in with me to grab our clanmates. I need one shaman or shaman apprentice to take part in this to asses the wounds of the injured. We will escort our clanmates safely out of the forest from there. I believe this is the safest course of action, but we don't have time to spare. Will you allow me your blessing?"


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  • A Song of Storm and Fire [HC Warchief Competition - PLEASE DO NOT POST]

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    Bistre had walked out of the first trial with the came amount of confidence he had come in with, the same determination he planned to take to the rest. Of course, he had recieved no positive or negative feedback as to his performance levels, but that didn't stop him or even cause him to stutter as he was lead to the deeper winding caves well past Hawkclan's dens.


    Just like last time, he leaned over to the Maiden to offer a kiss. [size=7pt]"Tuus sum ego, et vos mei."[/size] He purred softly, the love of his life was also his competition so he had learned, but that didn't change his feelings even a smidgen. Whatever came of these trials, he and Harrierbeat would be standing together in the end, he needed her to know that. After separating from the woman, he turned to the group behind them and offered a dip of his head in respect. His fellow competitors, his clanmates, his family - none of which he would let down.


    "I'll see you on the other side." He offered a smirk as he descended into the dark caverns, raccoon tail wrapped around his neck as he headed into the next challenge.


    It was rather dark and slippery down here, but the faint trails of past clanmates had led him easily to the first doll - it was the same little dog as last time.


    When he returned and attempted to follow another scent trail, he wasn't really surprised to find that the next few he followed had been a farce. Of course there were some tricks involved, that's what made this game so interesting and a pleasure to participate in.


    The bird plush was found along a nitch in the caverns wall, he must have padded past it a few times just because his gaze had been so focused forward for so long.


    Both toys were carried at once to the group watching after and waiting on him, another nod offered to the judges as he left the dummies in their safe care. Alright then, assuming they were all the same dummies as before there were just the dog and lion left out now.


    The lion was the next one he found, it was completely masked in some musky dark scent he found hard to swallow. In fact, as he slowly dragged the plush on his back the tom had to stop himself from gagging, steps slow and a little woozy as he dropped it off to reside with the other two.


    Lastly, there was the dog. However, the smoke felt as if he had already been through all the caverns allowed in this trial - so where was he to look now? Just what had he over-looked? Where? As he walked past one of the smaller caverns, an all-too-familiar scent caught his attention. Harrierbeat.


    It was so strong that Bistre could have sworn she had been here alongside him, but no other cats had followed him into the cave -- oh no, they weren't allowed....but he couldn't shake the feeling, he felt her here. There was no way he could brush this off as a hallucination, though he was sure that this extended time in the dark was taking a bit of a toll on his senses...


    There!


    There was a gap in the earth that a cat could fit in, if he wasn't being so careful with his steps he would have fallen in and harmed himself. At the bottom of the hole was the faint sight of a patch of russet fur.... "...Harrierbeat?' He mewed breathlessly, fur on end as he stood along the edge of the crevice. "Harrierbeat!" Gods, why wasn't she answering him?! This is where the scent was coming from.


    Now that he thought of it, the last time he had been outside he realized that he hadn't seen the love of his life awaiting and cheering him on....okay, maybe he was just being paranoid but...what if they had sent her in to start her trial knowing he was about done with his - she could really be down there, really be hurt-!


    "HARRIERBEAT!" The tom's bellow boomed and echoed through the caves as he lept down to land beside the motionless fluffball, landing hard on his pads and jaw smacking against a rock during his fall. When his eyes opened again, he realized that he was laying next to the dog plush. It was washed in the Spirit's scent as if she had rolled all over it and marked it as her own, but there weren't any more sighs of the Maiden down here. He had panicked over nothing...she had to be out there and safe, this had to be apart of the test.


    It took a few attempts on his short legs for the Knight to get himself out of the hole in the ground, stumbling as he slowly dragged the dog out into the open. He was squinting hard as the harsh light brought a pain to his skull, dull orbits moving sharply to catch eye of the woman he cared so much about.


    When he saw her, he hadn't paused to tell Glorystar or the others he had finished, he had just run strait to her. He ran into Harrierbeat and buried his face in her fur, trembled as the fear from before was faced with relief. He had been so scared, she had scared him so much and she didn't even know-


    The trial was over.


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  • Step Aside or Step Inline, we're on the Frontline [HC Warchief Competition]

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    With the two physical tasks of the competition completed, Bistre gave himself a few nights rest to think. He needed a good pho-battle plan to present to Glorystar, as any good Warchief should.


    After some deep thought about his priorities in life; his clan, his loyalty, his mate - the tom had actually debated dropping out of this. Was he really prepared to take on such an important position? Hell, he had almost broken his nose in the last round. He had been so scared thinking at Harrierbeat could be hurt that he had become careless and sloppy in his steps, resulting in several minor self-injuries. If he had panicked so much in the situations that he knew were fabricated, how was he to react to the real thing?


    A deep sigh exited the tom's broad chest, trying to imagine a world without the russet furred. How was he to keep her safe? The clan safe?


    ....he was wrong. The last test had rendered him at his weakest, but that didn't mean he had to stay like this. No. He had to grow, had to learn...


    Maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought, but that didn't validate reason to just give up. No, Bistre decided that he had come too far and gone to too far of lengths to give up now.


    "Glorystar!" The smoke approached the jaguar waiting in his den, chest puffed out as the speech came strait from the heart. "I'm afraid I have some disheartening news."


    "I should have taken heed at the warning given with the blurring of our scent markers, but I brushed it off without thinking. Because of that mistake, I have allowed the insignia to saunter beyond our boarders and spy on our ranks."


    "I took a company out to investigate their trails and I've located a camp they've set out in the neutral territory that lie in the shore between us. I wish I could say that they look as if they just want to claim the area, but I fear they are preparing for battle. I can only assume that be nightfall they will be upon us, leaving us just a few short hours to act."


    "StarClan willing they wait that long, I need your blessing to call together the Air Force to deliver the first blows on the frontline, we need to test their strengths and see if this is a test run on their part or the real thing. Should it look ugly, I propose we send in the ground troops of the Army, with their force I predict that we will be able to push them back several fox lengths, if not send them running entirely."


    "Even if we do send them high-tailing, I want the Marines to chase them out. Claw and mark who they can and be absolutely sure they go off-" However, he wasn't done there.


    "All the while in camp I'll require our tactical team to gather the maidens, trainees, and incapable fighters to dig a trench wide enough to stop an oncoming wave should the insignia make their way though our line of defense, I want to at least create a fall enough to trip their steps if not to give our sides a few more moments to prepare to go on the offensive..."


    "No disrespect to you Sir, but in my plan I require Unionjack, Genevieve, yourself, and five or six other of our largest members to remain in camp and protect our innocents. You are by far some of our more experienced fighters and I need to be assured that the kits," His kits and Maiden, "-are in the safest paws. They are our future, and I need you to help protect it. If the worst happens and we go down....at the first sight of the insignia, I need you all to take our innocents out."


    "We don't have time to think, we need to act now - before the clan is put at further risk. Please Sir, listen to me and give me your commands, because tonight, regardless of the plan we will storm into battle."


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  • We Live to fight and Fight to Live [HC Warchief Competition]

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    Really, he was honored to have gotten this far.


    With the next few days going along in silence as his competitors tossed their fur into the pile. He had watched along with the others and cheered just as loud for everyone. The competition was fierce and everyone who participated was worthy in their own way for the position. No matter who was chosen, he knew they would be right for the pick. As for the rest of them who didn't make the cut, at least they'd make the best of soldiers - that was just as honorable.


    He would be a good soldier regardless. Personally, he was aiming to try out for the Marines. Bistre was so caught up in his training for that branch that his invitation for an interview had almost gone over his head.


    No he sat awaiting either Genevieve or Glorystar himself, the tom taking in a deep breath as he awaited the start of the interview.


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