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Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 1, 2019 1:11:06 GMT -5
please only reply to this thread if you are trying out for mage, @blankslate or @hinata Funk sat on the first floor in the estate, mindlessly pulling fibers of carpet out of the side of a stair. It was time for him to determine which of his children were to become Mage. To follow in his footsteps. It was a strange custom, but he didn't really care enough to fight with Mother over it. The apprentices underneath him usually didn't last for very long, they'd get fed up after a few moons of his training before leaving and never reappearing. He didn't care, but now he had to. The future of Primal Instinct hung with this cat, and he needed to make sure they would be up to his high standards too. The test he came up with was perfect, it would throw the weak into the chaff and only leave the strong to harvest. If they couldn't handle this, they couldn't handle anything in the League.
Most of these kits were from the League, one from the Regime. He had met their mothers in his vast travels or shortly after settling into the greenhouse. He had sent one of his eldest sons, Pesmerga, to collect them. They'd all get a chance, and would probably be brought back to their clans or groups unless they wanted to stay. He didn't particularly care. The one who wins here, is the one who gets his attention. And that may have been incentive enough for some.He told them all about the tryouts, and Pezzy was waiting at the entrance of the nursery to guide them down. Now it all depended on who would show up. He drummed his claws against the ground in feigned excitement.
