Posts by Sharven

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OOC: Sorry for the delay!

Sharven spotted a she-cat, which seemed odd to him. He was near the mouth of the cave, where no unsupervised she-cat should be. In fact, they should all be in the dens with their mates or in the nursery with their kits... and if not in either of those places, he assumed they were all in the prison.

"You," he said, not recognizing the cat before him. "You have an escort, do you not?"

And the answer had better be yes, he thought, or there will be hell to pay.

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Sharven eyed the she-cat suspiciously. Any cat who had been here for many moons knew the rules, yet this one didn't seem to abide.

"Your escort is dead? I assume he was also your keeper, by the tone in your voice."

He padded closer to have a look at her. She looked passive enough. Aside from being alone in the open, this she-cat looked to be thoroughly broken and put in place. He noted the signs of claw removal from her paws as well. She has been here a long time, indeed.

"Why have I never seen you before?" the grey tabby tom asked.

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Sharven and Voltaire had left privately to discuss what they had seen before them/ There had been much good in these cats, and much could be seen from they way they attempted to treat the freshkill before them.

Sharven took one last pace in front of their displays, critiquing each's work to confirm the decisions he and Voltaire had made.

"Damage, please step forward. Boo and Leon, please step forward as well," he said with a flat tone in his voice.

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"We have come to a decision," he began. "By the grace of Fortis, we would like to offer you each a position in the health and wellness department of the Skull. Damage, you we have selected as our new Herb. Boo and Leon, you both show exemplary skill and we would like you to serve as apprentices to Damage."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. It was a difficult decision, but he knew where to find the others if things didn't work out. They had all shown a bit of their pride and love for Skull today, and Sharven would not forget that quickly.

"All of you have done well. I mean that; all of you. You make Skull proud. That being said, do you three accept?"

He awaited their responses.

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She was clever. He liked that. She knew her place and she was clever.

"You were right to hide. It was a dark time, indeed. I didn't have control over any of my actions. Deathwish would have had all toms killing the she-cats off for fun. I am wise enough to know that even though you are the lesser of the genders, we need you as a part of our biosphere. He had plans to make this place a blood bath."

They truly had killed him just in time. Had he had control any longer, Deathwish would have done irreversible damage.

"What do you call yourself?" He asked, curiously.

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OOC: You may request the Herb badge, Murkrow, in the badge request thread. The Herb Trainee has a badge as well, Crave and Amity :)

IC: Shaven gave a happy nod. His approval shone in his face.

"Enough cajoling," he smirked. "Time to get to work."

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He nodded, taking a seat and wrapping his tail around his side. So much had changed that he didn't blame her for not knowing. Pluxiria died, Deathwish took over... now he and Voltaire lead. On a worse day, he might have boxed her for having to ask, but today he just felt thankful to be in control of his own mind again.

"Yes, I am. Or at least it appears that this is where my life has lead me."

He gave a soft chuckle, nearly forgetting he should be scolding her and returning her to the prison.

"Greenleaf is coming, thank Fortis," he said, making unusual small chat.

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It had been a long time coming. Things in the Skull needed to change and quickly. Pluxiria, as great as he was, seemed to have let some of the greatest features of Skull go to the wayside like crow food, and Voltaire and Sharven had been in deep discussion about what needed to happen to fix this.

"Cat of Skull, gather. We have important things to discuss," he meowed loudly.

As cats gathered, he made promotion announcements.

"We have promoted new Herbs. Our head medical council will be Damage, and his apprentices and Herbs-in-Training are Boo and Leon. May Fortis bless their work. I also would like to announce that Rohan has been missing for some time. For this reason, we are presuming him dead, and I have chosen to promote Jedi in his place. Jedi has been fiercely loyal to Skull and will make a fine addition to the Cave Warden team. Now, on to the rest of the reason for this meeting."

He waited for the normal commotion to settle before continuing.

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There was one last thing to mention before moving on the the heart of this meeting.

"We also have received word that Omorthan is no longer in position to do his duties as Deputy. In his place, we will promote Kimba and Nebuchadnezzar."

He only paused for a moment, not wanting to loose their attention, since the Skull cats seemed to be fewer and fewer these days.

"Things have been wrong in the Skull for some time now. Voltaire and I have discussed this and we are bringing back the golden era of the Skull. No longer will we be easy on our she-cats. No longer will we forget our great god Fortis. Things are about to change, and for good."

He said, beginning his speech on the new order. He waited briefly for response.

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"Do you like any season in particular?" he asked.

What the hell was he doing? His mind screamed at him to remember his position. She needed to be brought back to the prison. She needed to be punished...

Instead, he wanted to talk. It felt good to talk, and Sharven had been silent for so long.

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No, you shouldn't have, he thought, but he held his words and smirked instead.

"Spring... I prefer early Fall. The air in the caves holds that slightly wooden scent for so long. It's something that reminds me of being a kit."

Being a kit. That was something he hadn't thought of in seasons upon seasons. Sharven blanked out most of his past to keep him from feeling the true meaning of what he had done. He had murdered his sister in cold blood, hadn't he? He did his best not to remember. He had been so young; it was a mistake Fortis would forgive.

"Do you remember much of your time before you became... part of Skull?" he asked, blinking his golden eyes up toward the glistening sun.

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"I mentioned religion," Sharven started. "You have all seemed to have forgotten our benevolent god, Fortis. He is our protector and we have been ignoring his wishes for far too long. I intend to share dreams with him soon to try to make amends."

He stood, pacing slightly as he continued. "We will resume our monthly sacrifice to Fortis. These sacrifices will be held with the highest respect. They will be atoned for their wrong doings in the eyes of Fortis and they will share a glorious home in Cekt. They will be our salvation in the eyes of our god."

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"You will all be held to a code of honor. She-cats who are out of line will be punished. She-cats who try to step above their rank will become prisoner if they are not already. Insolence will not be tolerated," he meowed.

"As for mating. Only one she-cat in each litter will be allowed to live. You must notify a Cave Warden or higher when you kit, and they will take any additional she-cats to Fortis to be sacrificed."

He paused, looking around him.

"LONG LIVE SKULL!"

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Sharven pondered her words. He often thought that the she-cats over exaggerated their plight in the caves. They were prisoners, yes... but if they were not out of line, if they knew their place, their lives progressed without much drama. If a she-cat had a harsh life, it was her own doing for now following the Skull rules. This couldn't be helped. They were free to make their own decisions within the realms of the Skull law.

He didn't understand why Sullen looked so shaken at his question.

"It's good you'll support your leaders," he replied. "Skull is in a time of change and things may get rough. If you know your place, you will survive any turmoil. Did you have litters with your protector?"

She was pretty, he thought. It was good that she wasn't a fighter. She would look so different with a body riddled in scars.

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He dropped his eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he replied, "I have no litters of my own. In a clan that thrives on our strong toms and our ruthless kits, I am a leader with none of my own."

It was a strange admission. He had never said it out loud before. There had been a tom or two that spoke murmurs about Sharven not even fancying the she-cats. That wasn't it at all. He had been so focused on his career from the moment he became a Cave Warden that nothing else seemed important.

And now, as he aged, he had no legacy.

"With Locuran gone, will you be alright?" he asked.

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He let out a soft wry laugh as the conversation between the two of them continued to flow easily.

"An old fleabag like me? My best option would be to just grab any old prisoner and sire a litter... But as strange as it sounds coming from the leader of a clan that does just that nearly daily, it doesn't interest me." He paused. "I'd rather sire litters like Scythe and Pluxiria. With a mate who can actually stand to be around me."

His opinion of himself was often high, be it was mostly a front. He could be arrogant, hot-headed, and stubborn, but Sharven often worried about the choices he made in the Skull. He had a lot of cats looking to him to make the right moves, now, and he wasn't always certain he had them.

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Sharven felt the tone of their conversation shift from Leader and she-cat to something close to friendship. Sullen had relaxed, and so had he. The formality of their words had nearly vanished as they continued to share each others company.

"Maybe it is that I intimidate them," he chuckled. "The Leader of a clan that degrades she-cats... doesn't sound appealing to me, were I an eligible cat!"

It was true, he thought. While he still held his belief that the she-cats held their place, and their place was that of a lower quality of life and a lower status, he understood how many she-cats may not exactly become a willing mate.

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At the sight of Scythe, Sharven was unsettled. This could mean many things and it was yet to be determined if this would be a blessing or a curse from Fortis.

Sharven had held tight to the idea that Scythe was not dead. He had been the right hand man, the confidant and the trusted friend of the former leader for seasons upon seasons. Their friendship was what motivated Sharven to be the best leader he could.

"You've come back," he said, simply.

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OOC: Lol, tell her thanks :)

IC: Sharven knew a crowd would be drawn to this place. It was hard to stay away when an ex-leader was suddenly reappearing out of what seemed like thin air.

"Much had changed since you were away," Sharven offered. "I welcome you back into the Skull... a Skull where things are much better than only a moon ago."

He spoke, of course, of the take over of Deathwish and the death of Pluxiria. It had been a hard half season, but the Skull was on the rebound.

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Sharven approached, hearing all the commotion on his own patrol. The smell of sickness rolled off of Sola.

"Jedi, calm yourself. Even though she is a she-cat, she comes from an ally. Any damage we do to her jeopardizes our relationship with the Elite," he paused and added, "and we don't want to be on their bad side."

Hadn't Deathwish done enough to damage that relationship already?

"Do you need our Herbs?" he asked.

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