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For over two moons DayClan had been trapped under SunClan's control, but thanks to Renegade Regime they finally outnumbered them to escape. Given DayClan's fragile state and Glowstar's wounds she hadn't yet rewarded Renegade Regime as she hadn't had the strength to do so. Now her limbs had healed a bit, but she still hobbled as she walked. She had fished and swam in freezing waters to help give SunClan and DayClan prey during the prey shortage and to save three cats from the water. Given her weakened state walking through the snow would be more damaging than productive so she opted to using the tunnels. She knew she was getting close to the Regime when she and her patrol got lost so Glowstar stood by waiting. It had been five days and she didn't want it to become a week without showing the Regime any gratitude. She knew they took cats using the tunnels personally, but she also knew that the reward would likely outweigh any annoyance.
Glowstar lied down slowly wincing at the sudden give of her legs, not that it hurt, everything for the most part felt numb, "And remember, this is our little secret, no telling or showing anyone else these tunnels. You're now two out of the three cats in DayClan who know about these tunnels."
With her Glowstar had brought Trailpaw and her medicine cat Flyingcolors, the peace keepers of DayClan. As well as Wispyfeather, Snowprince, Soaringdawn and Whisperingraven so they could see if any of their kits wished to come back to DayClan with them and for Flying, Whispering, and Soaring to meet their siblings formally in Renegade Regime when they had been separated back when Commander Fjord was still in charge. She hoped Renegade wouldn't take this as a threatening action bringing so many cats, especially when only two cats were actually warriors.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 11, 2019 16:19:36 GMT -5
A fierce hiss echoed from within the darkness.
"State your business!"
All was black and white here, both in sight and mindset. All unfamiliar scents were treated as a threat and intrusion, and it wasn't as if The Regiment was too keen on remembering those of clan cats. Of course they would be met with a little raised hair, considering current events and the shared border with BrookClan.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 11, 2019 16:30:15 GMT -5
Flyingcolors noticed the way Glowstar was walking and made a mental note to treat her legs with a poultice and poppy with an order of rest once they returned home. Glowstar pushed herself too much sometimes and the medicine cat worried for her leader.
Her stubby Scottish fold ears perked up slightly as they're rather large group for a peace treaty entered Regime territory. Typically, a diplomatic group would consist of rewards cats but they were big enough to be anything but. "Dayclan comes in peace. We have not forgotten what you did for us." The unusual furred blue merle stepped forward with a respect bow of her head. Any cat would recognize her as a medicine cat and on top of it she was a peace keeper of Dayclan.
"It's a surprise," Glowstar said with a faint smile as she rested her chin onto her paws tucked neatly under her head.
She expected to get hissed at in the face. Cats here were either beautifully pure or had no sense of humor. She could already picture this cat, dark furred, probably black, probably didn't like outsiders cause when did a Regime cat ever say oh yay an outsider! Never. And although it was already early she was going to assume this cat had a spitfire attitude. It was almost scary how far they moved away and how many generations came and went, yet these cats stayed pristine, almost like they were direct copies of their predecessors. Still she shouldn't tease them that much. Even though it would be nice if after all she's done for them in the shadows could be appreciated... Even though they wouldn't know about it if it was in the shadows.
She nodded along to Flyingcolor's words, "Commander Mars is expecting us."
Trailpaw had been in amazement as Glowstar led the way through the underground forest. She tried to keep note of every detail and the path taken by her leader, instinctively trying to map it out in her head as her other job, that of a trail blazer, often demanded she do. There was a very tiny part of her that wanted to tell the others, Fang and Cometwish, about this place so they could work to figure out the twists and turns of the whole place, but she knew she couldn't. She wouldn't dare spoil a secret she was told by Glowstar to keep, no matter how tempting it may be.
The young she-cat continued to sniff around the small area around her Clanmates as they waited, wanting oh so desperately to go deeper in to see what may lie around the next turn. She knew, though, that she could easily never find her way out if she did so. Oh well, maybe she'd get the chance to see more of the Regime's territory when some of their cats showed up. It would be interesting to see where exactly her Spirit Guide came from.
Trailpaw couldn't help a surprised jump at the voice that rose from the darkness, yellow eyes automatically straining to see if she could make out the source of the sound. She glanced towards first Flyingcolors and then to Glowstar as each spoke up before she scrambled on short legs towards her Clanmates, stopping a whisker away from bumping into the medicine cat's side in the darkness. Then her attention turned back towards the mystery voice as she nodded her head enthusiastically along with the other peace keepers' words. After a moment she wondered if the movement even could be seen in the dark and so she chimed in, "Ya, we're only here for nice reasons."
Snowprince waited anxiously for a reply, pristine white paws shifting as he gave a nervous glance at Wispyfeather. He was excited to see his daughter, but he was afraid that she would feel alienated and not want anything to do with him.
Whisperingraven's paws shifted, too, but for a different reason. He was tremendously shy and always nervous about meeting new cats. The young black-and-white warrior hoped his sister liked him.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 12, 2019 1:04:17 GMT -5
The she-cat dared to step out. A white sock emerged from the corner three fox-lengths down the hall. Pale blue eyes slowly peeked around and then loomed chillingly. She analyzed them first before completely showing herself. More softly, she spoke, "I see." Turkish Angora was prevalent in her. It had been five years since her mother had passed. Her tall ears and long, fluffy tail could have been mistaken for Commander Largo herself, if not for her black overcoat and mask. She came nearer, sniffing at Glowstar and Flycolors from a distance, inspecting further before being completely sure of herself. It wasn't every day that you led a clan patrol into the heart of your home. Lakota was as suspicious as her nursery rhymes taught her to be.
"Commander did mention we may catch sight of you." Her voice was not high-pitched or pretty. Lakota had something more like rosewood in her voice; haughty and dark. She shared a superiority complex over clan cats like a few others in her branch of The Regiment did. Post Alpha Mercenaries perhaps held themselves proud and righteous over their two latest victories, but deep down some of them felt a little like they were just better at living life than the clans. How else could they have stomped out those filthy rats when BrookClan came bumbling down the rabbit's hole? Idiots... all of them.
Yet perhaps DayClan was different, perhaps they were idiots with a little common courtesy. She couldn't be certain. Staying secluded and isolated was what kept them alive all these years, hidden in the shadows of their underground kingdom. Lakota rounded the group, sniffing at each individual, scrutinizing, and taking note of their pelt markings. Silently, she swore she would kill them all single-pawed if one went sticking their nose down the wrong tunnel... The Regiment could barely trust their own from killing each other. It was ever more of a risk to let outsiders in. For a moment she contemplated turning them away, telling them to eat tail and scram.
Too bad Commander Mars had been expecting them. Why'd she have to be the one to sniff them out? Well, if anybody died, she'd hate Mars for eternity and would never allow him to hear the end of it. Her moody face turned away from them and she began to walk down a tunnel heading west. She didn't care for what they'd been through. To her, they were a nuisance. Why couldn't they have saved themselves? They were weak, and probably weak spirited at that. Lakota personally prided herself on independence, and knew little of DayClan at all. She had an ill feeling that them being here meant trouble, but allowed herself to believe that her Commander knew what he was doing.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 12, 2019 17:19:15 GMT -5
Flyingcolors brushed against Whisperingraven lightly as she sensed his nervousness and she smiled. He had always been nervous and fearful much more than herself but in a way she respected him for that. Sometimes, it could be a strength to reveal vulnerability and she loved her brother for how he wore his emotion of his paws. At the Regime cats words, she looked towards Glowstar respectfully, allowing for her leader to move first before following. She couldn't help but be excited herself for a chance to talk to her sister who she had very briefly caught sight of when the regime helped Dayclan escape Sunclan's treacherous grasp.
Unfamiliar scents in the tunnel had attracted the attention of another cat. Her fur was pitch black and her eyes a striking deep shade of green. While she had not made herself known at first, now that Lakota was present, she did emerge from the shadows. "I've been following them Lakota. They took nothing from our land and they have harmed nothing so far. Spy Diana didn't quite like the idea of strangers in the tunnels, but if her brother was expecting them, she would have no choice but to go along with it. "I just have to wonder what that mouse brained brother of mine has planned this time." Her words were a quiet grumble, but it was all that she said since she was aware that their guests might be listening.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 14, 2019 22:11:30 GMT -5
It gave her comfort to know that her first step out of the darkness had not truly been alone. The black-white feline shot Spy Diana a glance after side-stepping a jutting rock. Their pace took less than a whisker's twitch to fall in line. They were graceful, always swift. It took forever to get anywhere down here, so you learned to be extremely balanced or you would twist your paws until they were able to be. Lakota neglected to say anything else, but was glad to have Diana validate her concerns. Her nose scrunched, and she huffed.
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Glowstar watched Lakota, same typical Regime. She wondered if it was possible for them to breed one cat that was happy go lucky and loved sunlight.
"Hey," Glowstar said as she stopped walking, "With all the recent invasions you must forgive us for being a little hesitant, but I think you owe us your names before we continue. We gave you ours."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 17, 2019 21:45:52 GMT -5
Introductions?
What are those?
Lakota halted, swerving around. Her ears flicked back, flattening the white tufts. "I don't owe anything to you." Her tone was not hostile, but it was snappy. Just then, another body flew down from a shelf on the wall. The feline landed nimbly and a small cloud of dust riled. The tomcat sauntered to Glowstar, sniffing at her along the way. "These are DayClan cats. For sure."
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 17, 2019 21:49:36 GMT -5
Flyingcolors glanced around at the Regime cats around them. They always seemed to slink out of nowhere to challenge or snap and refused to offer their names. Her eyes narrowed slightly for a moment and she sniffed. They smelled Regime if nothing else. "We have offered you our names and would simply like to talk to your commander, we are not here to fight." She reiterated her earlier words, paws prickling with impatience.
"Oh okay," Glowstar said and then turned away from Lakota looking over her should at the she-cat, "Tell Commander Mars that because you wouldn't give us your name we couldn't give you that lot of land we promised him. C'mon guys let's go. Only an untrustworthy person wouldn't share all their name and we can't risk meeting with the wrong person. We owe the Regime too much to not be careful."
Glowstar padded away down the tunnel. If these cats really were Regime cats they better not think she was bluffing about walking away. She'd done it before to people with far more greater rewards at stake and she'd do it to them too. She moved past Snowprince leaning his shoulder inward to follow after her. She would have to talk to Commander Mars, after all if this really was how Regime cats were going to treat DayClan giving them her underground land and underground forest would never work. She'd just have to reward him prey and herbs in the warmer moons if it truly was going to go this way.
“Diana.” The black she cat gave Glowstar a sideways glance. She didn’t like them being here but she wasn’t going to be hostile either. “Lakota, the commander made it clear that they were to be treated as guests. Unless we are instructed otherwise, we need to act accordingly.” She doubted scolding her groupmate would go over well, but she didn’t want to cause problems for her brother either. “Commander Mars is currently in Headquarters waiting for your arrival. We are almost there now.” Honestly, Diana was more annoyed with the Commander than their guests at the moment.
Meanwhile:(you all are taking too long so I'm going into a meanwhile)
Mercenary Superior Gardenia was laying in Post Kilo, shifting rather uncomfortably on one of the old nests as she curled her fluffy blonde tail around the bundle of tykes sleeping against her side. Not one with much experience at taking care of tiny kittens, she spent almost every moment anxiously staring down at their resting forms, tensing nervously any time they rolled over or sneezed or yawned or kicked or made any sort of movement whatsoever. The tykes were all about three moons old now, and reasonably this was around the age where Regime tykes would start making and sleeping in makeshift nests of their own, but these tykes were different. Being refugees from Dayclan, the Commander and Raiser Superior requested that they would be watched at all times; to ensure nothing happened to them.
Which leads us back to Gardenia; the scarred soldier now forced to tyke-sit for her sisters while they took a well-deserved break from their time-consuming duties. That didn't make the situation any less awkward for her, though. "Xuxa? Soigne? Are you two back yet? I don't know if I'm doing this right..." The she-cat sighed to herself in defeat when no answer came, looking back down when one of the tykes - a snow-white tom dubbed 'Atticus' by the Raisers - nuzzled into her thick fur.
Gardenia smiled. They were pretty cute. She'd probably miss them when their parents inevitably come to fetch them.
"If she can answer for herself I'll follow along," Glowstar said gesturing to Lakota.
"Wow. You just scarred that tyke for your life, what are you doing, oh my gosh," Xuxa said sarcastically padding up beside Gardenia.
They were both horrifically scarred, it was what made her feel so close to Gardenia. She didn't feel ugly around Gardenia she just felt like her sister. A warrior who went through a lot with someone who knew what that was like. Gardenia and her had both been attacked at around the same age, close to being a young apprentice, but Gardenia had been younger when she was attacked, Xuxa's was a spy mission gone wrong. She nuzzled into Gardenia, "You really worry too much."
"She's not wrong, you know," Soigne commented blithely, stepping toward them and casting an amused glance over the small group. "Between the two of you, those kits must think the whole Regime is a horrific mess." Not that she was much better - after all, there was no hiding the deep claw marks scoring the left half of her face, or the blue eye resting there that was definitely not hers. It wasn't purple, but it wasn't a bad color, so she had thought it might be an improvement; it wasn't, and every moment she wore it Soigne grew to loathe her new eye all the more intensely.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 18, 2019 12:27:09 GMT -5
"All you clan cats think everything belongs to you," Lakota crinkled her nose. She began to let her emotions slip, and her voice crackled under a hesitant anger. She didn't want to upset anyone, but when she was upset herself, there was no holding back. "Thinking all the land in the world is yours, then tearing each other apart! You constantly spill blood and think yourselves righteous. No, I don't owe you anything."
"Lakota! Who are you?" Limavady turned to snap at her. Why was she being so moody today?
"Piss off!" Lakota barked and lashed her tail. She lingered for a second longer, glaring, growling, thinking of more comments she could lay into these filthy clan cats, but decided to disappear into the shadows instead.
The Scout Superior looked after his sister, but there would be repercussions for this. One of his ears flicked down in his confusion. He didn't understand her. Turning back to Glowstar, he dipped his head respectfully. "I apologize for her. Lakota is not a fan of top!soil creatures, but if it counts, she hates birds the most." His green eyes flickered up to meet them, "I am Limavady, Scout Superior of The Regiment. I promise that I already like you more than geese." He smiled widely, thinking himself funny.
Glowstar lifted a paw hearing Lakota's rant. Whoa. She was pretty sure no one alive in DayClan had even witnessed DayClan go into war. They only fought when the league attacked or when they needed to free themselves from SunClan. Having been neighbors and apart of the Regime, she knew they shed far more blood than DayClan ever had in its existence. Not that they didn't have their reasons, but if anyone spilled blood it was definitely Renegade.
"I just wanted a name..." Glowstar said with weak uncertainty, but couldn't help, but press an amused smile across her lips at Lakota's reaction.
She turned her attention on the new cat. Did they just pop out of rocks now?
"Geese are the worst. I hope we're better than geese. Though I can get that, not liking top soiled creatures. When I lived in the Regime I hated all of us bottom feeders, I always thought we should explore what more was out there, but I realize everyone's different. There's nothing wrong with either way of life, your last commander, Fjord, we really got along, I'm hoping Commander Mars and I can get off on the right foot too," Glowstar said before pausing, "We'll follow you down to HQ, but if people don't start introducing themselves I will make up names for you guys. Everyone needs some form of identification after all."
