Posts by SAXON

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]It took considerable effort for Saxon not to unsheathe his claws when Lucifer burst into the room, attacking his leadership skills as per usual. No, he did not wish to fight the lion, especially considering the fact that his own fighting skills were perhaps ... subpar. He had always been much more interested in thought than physical battles. Well, no matter. There would be no fighting or thinking going on at the moment, apparently.

He turned around, addressing Rose and Lucifer equally, hoping that ignoring the barbed words unleashed by Lucifer would somehow quell them. "No, not interrupting anything. I'm planning out something I'd like to do in the future - put posts on the edges of the territory. To be used for trading and fighting both." Hopefully, it would increase their relationships with other Clans, which were low to say the least.

if they're smaller things (like parties/etc) go ahead and just go for it, if they're larger (like multi-clan plots that involve the leaders or having raids on clans that could probably murder all of our members) post them here or pm me! i'm always open to ideas <3

+ that sounds good, drae! getting in on multi-clan plots is always good : )

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon listened to Draearis' words carefully, his ears flicking slightly at the word fool. The group she described sounded cruel, in his view, although likely what she and Lucifer would both want from him. Too bad. He wasn't the kind of creature who ruled with blood and blades.

The chocolate tabby flicked his tail, hoping he could change his facial expression from the anxiety that he knew and despised from himself. "I seem to be in a bit of a predicament then, yes?" Oh, whoever was up in the sky, Saxon hoped they would help him out a little bit here. Why had this bonfire turned into a face-off with his Clanmates? What had he done to be thrown into this leadership all of a sudden, only to feel like he was wrapped in barbed wire? All he wanted was power for the Elite. "I will be hated and thought a fool no matter what I do. Or don't do." It was true, or so it seemed to him. So it felt, whether logically or illogically.

No. No, no, no. He had to stop this. He didn't like having to defend himself from his own Clanmates. He didn't want every encounter to turn into a battle of sharp words. He didn't want to have to laugh self-detrimentally, or be asked at every moment why he was such a terrible leader. Saxon pushed back his shoulders, sitting up further, though still dwarfed by the lion and bat-dog before him. "I will lead how I lead. This transition is not easy for any of us." He wasn't sure if that qualified as defending himself, but he hoped it would do something.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon nodded slowly, taking in both Rose's and Lucifer's input. He had heard these tales of the Elite too, that they had stolen mothers and children alike right from the camps of their enemies. It seemed in itself a good way to raise numbers, to take kittens and make them soldiers for the Elite. "Yes, we would definitely begin with smaller, weaker pro-clans. Pro-clans also shy away from raiding their enemies, which would be an added bonus. Kidnapping could raise our numbers as well - especially if children are young enough." A child knew only what it could remember, and they could not often remember much, in his experience. The thought of tearing a kitten from its mother was distasteful, but better than killing it before it had a chance to become deserving of death.

Ah. Lucifer. The lion actually seemed pleased with something that Saxon had said, a surprise to the chocolate tom, and he nodded in agreement. "Trading is indeed passive. But why sacrifice our energy to gain what we could take with a few kind words to our fellow anti-clans? If we play nice to those who think like us, we gain allies, and there is something to the idea of strength in numbers." Speaking of which, their allies had probably forgotten that they existed. Saxon made a mental note to have somebody go talk to them.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Wow. Saxon felt a bit unfashionably late to the party as he arrived, tailtip twitching curiously. Though he was perhaps the creature who had been in the Elite the longest out of the group gathered, even that length was quite short, and he was not entirely sure if he remembered the ShadowClan ambassador before him.

Well, it didn't matter. The tom tried to hold himself as high as the Major when he spoke, addressing Haiiro. "That would be me, Saxon. It's a pleasure to have you here. How is ShadowClan faring these days?" He hoped that he sounded .. well, maybe not authoritative, but definitely like he knew what he was doing. The chocolate tabby was rarely entirely sure, but he was currently doing facade-building boot camp, what with trying to heal his Clanmates of their doubts about his abilities.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]"Alright, alright." Saxon suddenly pulled himself together, though he wasn't entirely sure how he had managed to do it. "Enough." The words were directed towards the barbed tongues of the Major and Lucifer - Drae and Rose, it seemed, were being pleasant and civil enough, and he flicked his tail towards Draearis in acknowledgement of her statement as well.

The tom kept himself turned towards Lucifer, addressing the lion first. "I will lead to the best of my abilities. With time, you will see how far those abilities can take me." The statement might have sounded arrogant coming from another creature, but from Saxon it was simple honesty: he actually had no idea how far his abilities would be able to take him. "Now, Major, I do appreciate the defense, but please... save your verbal sparring for our enemies. We are small enough as it is."

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Finally, he had decided to hold his first meeting. Saxon had taken quite a few days to figure out what he was going to do with the Elite, and the tom still wasn't entirely sure, but he had enough decided that it was time to tell the rest. The chocolate tabby situated himself quite centrally, in the overgrown garden patch behind the mansion and atop the largest decorative rock he could scramble upon. "Gather!" He didn't care for ceremonial words, all they would do is trip him up. He did get tripped up a lot while speaking.

Without waiting to see who actually showed up, Saxon began to speak. He knew at least a few members had extra good senses, and those that didn't could be caught up later. "First, the matter of ranks. I know you've been waiting to hear who will be promoted, so here it goes. For Adviser, I choose Lucifer. I understand the need for differing opinions, and yours is welcomed." Well, the opinion was, though Saxon hoped that with the promotion, Lucifer would perhaps calm down a bit. "Royal Guards. Rose and Draearis, both of you will be Royal Guards. We still have plenty of high ranks available, so I am hoping that more members will start to fill those." By that, he meant they needed to get more members, though it probably came out confusingly. Ugh. The tabby flicked his tail, annoyed with himself already.

"Congratulations and all of that. Next, the matter of what we're going to actually do. We are setting up guard posts around the edges of the territory, spaced out evenly. These will be used for easy access to our neighbors' territories, both for the sake of fighting and for increasing our diplomatic relations with our allies." Yes, he knew he had already told quite a few creatures about it, but Saxon wanted to make it officially announced. "So gather wood, tarps, stones, any building materials you can to start making those livable. I want them ready for use by the next.. oh, the next full moon." It was just past a full moon, and he wasn't sure if the goal would be reached, but having one would motivate everyone. He hoped.

"Rose, you are in charge of getting in touch with our allies and making sure that they still remember we exist. If you don't want to go personally, then send someone else, but make it happen. Drae and Lucifer, start organizing raids. There doesn't have to be one every day, and try to target smaller, weaker Clans, but we need to make sure our name is feared." Saxon himself felt no fear at the name The Elite, but he wanted other Clans to feel it. "Oh, one other thing. Captures, kills, smaller, individual kit-raids. Go for it. This mansion should be full of fresh corpses."

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]"Oh, yes, certainly." The list of words sounded a bit like the old Saxon again, but the chocolate tabby hoped his posture would be interpreted otherwise. Standing tall to make himself seem confident, he nodded to the ShadowClan warrior. Good. He had no idea what a Bacchanalia was, but festivals always put everyone in good spirits, and the recognition from the ally was a good start to improving the Elite.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon trotted in shortly after Lucifer, holding his head as high as it could be held in a confusing land, full of creatures he did not know, celebrating some figure he had never once heard of - Bacchus? Was that why it was called Bacchanalia? Perhaps the ShadowClanners were a big fan of this Bacchus character.

No matter. We are here to make friends. The thoughts slowly drifted around in Saxon's head as he flicked his tail towards Lucifer and approached Haiiro and the panther nearby. "Hello."

Hey all! Just letting you know I'm still on here, watching the board and stuff, but I have a huge English project due on Monday that I'm working/stressing like crazy with. So I'll try to be on as much as I can this weekend but I have to work on that as well. Thanks for understanding!

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon was slightly surprised that he was the first to arrive, as strangers on the border tended to attract a lot of attention, but perhaps it was because his Clan was busy with other things. He had asked them to do quite a lot indeed. The chocolate tabby padded up carefully, his tail twitching and muscles slightly tensed at the unfamiliar scent. Even as the canine asked for an alliance, quite plainly and clearly, the leader couldn't stop his tail-tip from flicking around.

It was exactly what he wanted. Yes, of course he wanted the Elite to fight and be strong and powerful, but allies were necessary too. Despite what some of his Clan seemed to believe, alliances would strengthen the Elite - so long as they did not get tied down by promises. GraveClan was an anti-Clan, he was mostly sure of that, and their name sounded like it. Saxon nodded gently, attempting to look like he was taking a moment to consider the proposition before finally agreeing fully. "The Elite would be pleased to ally with GraveClan. Perhaps we might arrange a meeting between myself and your leader, so that we might be introduced?"

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Well, this was awkward. Perhaps Saxon wasn't as good at conversation as he'd thought. "I'm well. And yourself? ShadowClan? I hope the flea infestation is nearing its end..." The thought only occurred to him after he had decided to come to ShadowClan for the party, of course. He shivered reflexively, hoping that no bugs would turn up in his pelt later.

Noting the pretty panther by Haiiro, he turned to talk to her, completely unaware of her deafness. "I'm Saxon, leader of the Elite." Well, saying things didn't matter, but he would certainly be a bit confused once he realized what was going on.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Oh boy. Oh, oh boy. Saxon was very nearly panicking at this point - he had heard Haiiro's comment about the flea infestation, but the quickly arising issue of deafness was taking over his mind. He had thought it odd when the ShadowClanner he did know introduced the panther, but perhaps he'd just been trying to be helpful. But at the whispered word, the word he very nearly mistook for 'death' in the moment, blood rushed to Saxon's ears, the tips heating up with embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize..." That much was obvious. The chocolate tabby almost smacked himself in the face.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]"You say that like the Elite is such a safe place to live." Saxon hoped it was, at least for Vlad, but he said the words towards Lucifer - who seemed to promote violence at every turn. Not entirely a bad trait for an Elitist. They were an anti-Clan, after all. He just hoped that his adopted son wouldn't start getting into battles before he could physically defend himself. Being a domestic cat, personally, Saxon wasn't much help in terms of defense. Offense, sure, he could do some sneaking around in trees, and the element of surprise was always good. But no defense.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Yes, it did remind him of the boombox he'd used for washing floors, though the machine also seemed different. Like maybe it would just play the songs you sang - or in Saxon's case, yelled - into it, instead of songs that had been recorded already. He didn't know much about technology, especially human technology. "I'll volunteer to, uh, eat." With that simple statement, the leader sat down by the pizza box, hoping nobody would pressure him to sing. He really was quite a terrible singer, which he made up for by loudly blasting bad Kidz Bop whenever he was asked to sing anything. Then whoever it was would tell him to shut up, and he calmly flick off the boombox and walk away.

SO i'm sure you all hate me but i'm not dead ok
i just moved on really short notice & i started my first job & i've been trying to work hard at school and track so i've been kinda focusing on those things
but i'll try really hard to come back in here some - i'm trying to keep one eye on real life and one eye here, but it's difficult to focus on two different things

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]The snoring coming from Saxon's room was unspeakably loud - actually, it was completely fake, but it sort of sounded real. Or so Saxon thought. The chocolate tom was trying to avoid leaving his room at this point, which caused a series of dilemmas. He felt bad for seeming irresponsible, but at the same time, he was worried about being harassed by his Clan for not being there for them. It really was his fault, he knew that, but he didn't have to like it or be proud of it. Ugh.

Pacing around his room, the tom wondered frantically what to do. What explanation would he give to some of his more ... assertive, to understate it ... Clanmates? What explanation could he possibly give that would make them still respect him?

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]The snoring coming from Saxon's room was unspeakably loud - actually, it was completely fake, but it sort of sounded real. Or so Saxon thought. The chocolate tom was trying to avoid leaving his room at this point, which caused a series of dilemmas. He felt bad for seeming irresponsible, but at the same time, he was worried about being harassed by his Clan for not being there for them. It really was his fault, he knew that, but he didn't have to like it or be proud of it. Ugh.

Pacing around his room, the tom wondered frantically what to do. What explanation would he give to some of his more ... assertive, to understate it ... Clanmates? What explanation could he possibly give that would make them still respect him?