Posts by Auroradweller

As a little bit of the icing splattered about, some of it landed on the note, causing it to soak up some of the moisture, causing some of the previously hidden ink on the flip side of it to react.

"P.P.S: If you're reading this, then someone attacked the note. I can only guess why. Maybe it's the irony that I'm not here and left a note after leaving a big stink over doing exactly that? Well, nobody this note is for should have any problem reading it, and if you're not willing to accept an apology, then choosing not to be present was a good call on my part. If there's anymore to it than that, then address your complaints to me directly. I don't want there to be any bad blood between our clans.

-Signed: Resident Hawkclanner."

Auroradweller sent a voice throughout the forest to follow Sanyi, lampshading the obvious. "If Hawkclan had any lion members, I would know about them. She killed an intruder before it could do any harm, and we drove her off before she could do more than what she just did in that fight." He wouldn't bother trying to stop the angry pyromaniac. If he was going to chase Hypno outside of the territory, then he could always report the aftermath. The tomcat padded up to Sunkit, giving her a once over, examining anything that might have happened to her, the duty of someone in charge of keeping the clan safe.

Auroradweller picked a small seed from his pelt, the only surviving plant life on him. The rest had been burned off, leaving a little bit of a burn where it converged with his flesh.

The tomcat meowed, "Should we bring along Sunkit? The kit ran into the fray while we were in the midst of our attacks." He didn't want to assume full responsibility since at the time he was literally a tree, but someone had to have been overseeing the group, and it would have looked a lot worse for him if he just tried to push the blame. Instead, he just said what happened.

Auroradweller smiled. "By all means, don't be too generous. I wanted to leave here with a lighter load anyway, and I came fully prepared to use whatever I brought to pay for whatever you had." If anything, the extra worth would be considered a service tip, or a shipping and handling, or some other fee they could invent on the spot. It didn't matter - the drug was going to be of much greater use to the shapeshifter than any single one of those things he brought. Weapons, daggers, gold, a few gemstones, herbs... all of it for a window into the abstraction that the drug promised him, full of wondrous, impossible forms of monsters and agents of bastardized imagination.

The perfect instruction booklet for an advanced shapeshifter...

The tomcat's hawk flew down near them, as he lapped up a little bit of the tea. It had a somewhat salty taste to it, or so he thought. It would have went great in an herbal caramel brew, if he didn't finish the cup. Knowing that it would take a while for the Dimitri to kick in fully, Auroradweller purred, "So that's our terms, then? The collectables, weapons, and herbs I've gathered for the tea set and a small batch of Dimitri?" He wanted to know for certain before ordering his hawk to take it.

Well, now that greetings were passed about, time for the obvious in a clan with vampires, a zombie, and a cyborg. Auroradweller meowed, "So what 'exorcism' work do you actually partake in?" The tomcat would take a mental note to keep an eye on the newcomer if he mentioned killing the "fiends," and on a certain cute little tuxedo cat. The drunk... maybe. He usually made himself known when he was out and about.

The buyer nodded in thanks, gently releasing the sack with his paw. The worth he was leaving behind in actual Carets meant nothing now. The tea set was being transported back to Hawkclan, with the bird carefully holstering it by a net. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Between all of this, though, I don't believe I've caught your name. Is it standard practice to ask for it, or would the Cartel rather keep things impersonal." The tomcat wasn't too keen on the idea of giving his own identity, hence he disguised in the first place, but truthfully he liked Ryuusaki's mannerisms, and didn't hate the idea of having a dedicated contact for resupplying the Dimitri when he finished what he had just bought. Besides, he was friendly. This is how you treat a guest.

The tomcat metaphorically cracked his knuckles. So the brat made her move, and the traitor made his case. All that's left is for the defendant and the judge to speak.

Auroradweller didn't know what exactly the Sunclan leader had said to Ravelights, but didn't exactly care for the details. Probing him for it would have been a bad idea, and there was no doubt in his mind that if she was telling Piedpiper's exaggeration, what Ravelights was about to say was vastly different than what had happened anyway. He expected this much. It gave him plenty of time to prepare. The first step of his contingency plan had already been set out - a detail that the Sunclan leader couldn't have told him.

The next had come from an idea the tomcat had spawned during one of his trips to the Riverside as he saw the insects buzzing about. He had possessed a firefly that hovered near his shoulder, fluttering perfectly in line with the cat's shoulder blades as he walked forward. Neither his expression nor his body language had given any hint at his feelings. His amber eyes almost seemed to be devoid of pupils, as the tomcat for this meeting relied mostly on his scent and the firefly's senses to get around. His focus instead would be stuck at the side of time, watching the unfolding parallel timeline which he didn't have any doubts would come into question. It was his true home - the lingering force forming the paradox of unfinished events and the world moving on without them them, an arcane trick he adored in his younger days.

"Yes?" The tomcat meowed with an otherworldly emptiness, too smoothly and too collected for somebody called forward so aggressively. His tone carried no emotion - no fear, no anxiety, no confidence. His words just made themselves in from an absoluteness like the air itself. His voice had a minor reverberation to it.

Auroradweller's toes and claws scooped up dirt as he clutched the ground. Stop saying names, or I'm going to start... "Dottie.. Xenia.. Blazeheart.. Vivian.. Darkskies.. Spiderstar.." The tomcat didn't make more than a whimper as he listed off some of his names, thinking of how to answer that question, for the names of both of their lists.

Sagittarius's point snapped him back to reality as resumed his normal stoic poker face. "The mountains are desolate. Here, the absence of leadership and quiet life has allowed the survivors of its history to either live quiet lives, in the background of the day-to-day, or they've left for pastures more open and exciting, where the storms actually reach the grasses, like the clan I remember."

The tomcat sighed. "I'm sorry, I know that doesn't help but..."

He took a breathe.

"Yours was the same reason I came back here in the first place..."

Auroradweller watched from a distance in a semi-trackpost. Things would have been awkward if he were the only one greeting her due to the two of them sharing roleplayers. Besides, he had something he needed to speak to her about privately anyway.

Damned if you ask for them to not communicate by notes. Damned if you don't. Perhaps this was all a bluff, or maybe Sunclan were the ones making excuses. Of course you won't tell Ravelights. That would be inconvenient for your case- Nothing else about his inner thoughts could even be deciphered from a narrative standpoint.

There was something different about this greeting at the border. The orange tomcat didn't approach, descend from the sky, bloom from the ground, or anything of the sort. He was simply there, slightly out of the vision of the bickering Sunclan cats, not even disturbing the grass, as much of a factor as the universe as the horizon. The only sign that he was even there at all was a firefly which seemed to be content hovering near him, in the middle of broad daylight strangely enough. The dirt did not part for his pads. A light breeze seemed to ignore him. Strangely enough, the tomcat was missing his usual hidden plant arsenal. His eyes were almost completely a solid amber, seemingly missing pupils as he relied on his head's rotation to signal whom he was looking at.

The tomcat opened his expressionless mouth. His voice carried an absolute ring to it, containing no trace of emotion nor tone. "That was rude."