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THIS THREAD IS INTENDED TO HAVE AT LEAST TWO FELINES FROM THE ORIGINAL MONARCHY, ROCK AND AT LEAST ONE OTHER. FEEL FREE TO JUMP RIGHT IN WOTH THE OTHER CAT (S) because this could be interesting c: you can pick name, personality, etc but the background of at least one of the cats (we can do a whole family if you want !) is that they are the mate of Rockefeller and also a second cousin of Kerrigan who did not accompany the rest of the Monarchy when they moved to Brookclan lands, of that makes sense c:
Narrow eyes glared around the territory. He walked with a strong stride and an air of distaste. So, this was what the Monarchy had amounted to? They went from the castle to this run down clan territory? Rockefeller let out a snide snort. Of course this would happen once the Monarchy had accepted cats from outside of the families. That was what happened when you took in weaklings, cats that came to you begging after being destroyed. The tom was almost glad that he had left when he did.
“What a pity, isn’t it, love?” He meowed to the cat who followed in his footsteps. “The Monarchy had once been so great.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 7, 2019 0:02:47 GMT -5
[ Mind if I jump in? I just created a cat spur of the moment. ]
Iorasong stood just behind Rockfeller and she made a few quiet tsk tsk tsk sounds as she surveyed the area herself. Her mate was right, things were absolutely different and staying by Rockfeller's side was an excelent choice. "It is a pity. I only hope it looks worse than it actually is." The she-cat knew better, however, outsiders and those with impure lines only brought trouble, chaos, and softness to a clan. She had heard old stories of every clan and how they were so fierce and protected their own. Clans never used to allow outsiders and look how far they had stooped. Iorasong half expected some of their older ancestors to be looking down at them in disgust and anguish for what they had become.
He glanced back to Iorasong, his whiskers twitching. "Doubtful," he mused to her. "I hear that my neice is doing well with what she has, but what she has is a mess of pitiful cats raised in a blasphemous society. Not much you can do with that." His words were icy. "The Monarchy felines are a strong kind, you know that as well as I. They should have let the BrookClan cats die when they came to our doors. It was a mistake from the house of whatever the family name was before harlow whoops." He shook his head. "The Old Ones are probably rolling over in their graves. I wonder if these cats even still worship the gods?"
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 16, 2019 2:06:31 GMT -5
She snorted, continuing to observe the territory before them. "With those Brookclan cats diluting their blood and filling their minds, it is unlikely. If my kits were to show so much disrespect I'd claw their ears off," the beautiful brown tabby commented. "Shall we go and see what kind of a state they are in, darling?" Iorasong finally concluded with a flick of her tail, turning her green eyes onto her companion.
"It's a surprise that they even are still around, then," Rockefeller concluded with another shake of his head. What an absolute shame, what happened when cats who didn't deserve to take the throne did. Anastasia had truly made a mistake. Nevertheless, here they were. "Of course, darling. We may as well since we are here." He nodded to her, before looking at the distance ahead of them. "I doubt, though, that we will get a warm welcome, so we must be ready to defend ourselves." He tilted his head. "Unless, of course, we wanted to tell them that we were here because we wanted to raise our kittens in a safer place. They wouldn't dare attack a queen," the tom bemused, before looking at Iorasong. Although he was keen on manipulation and didn't see the harm of the white lie, he didn't want to force her to do anything she might not like. "It is up to you, love."
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 18, 2019 14:00:49 GMT -5
She thought about it for a moment. They would quickly figure out she wasn't a queen if they tried to check or if her belly never became swollen, but it could easily he covered up with a lie that she must have lost them. She could not deny that she was curious to know what kind of state the monarchy was in these days and she nodded with a twitch of her whiskers. "It's a good lie, I'm willing to do that much for a peek around. If they ask or check, I'll just tell them I miscarried. I'm a good actor." She purred. Iorasong was quite good at manipulation herself and it came almost as easily to her as breathing did. The only cat she did not manipulate was Rockfeller himself, there was no reason for it.
He nuzzled his mate with a purr. "Perfect, love," he murmured. There had been a reason that he had been attracted to her all that time ago. It was because of this willingness to stretch the truth, to agree with what he had to say, a willingness to be manipulative. It was what made the two in sync with each other, and he appreciated it. "So it will be. We are looking for a place to raise our kittens. We didn't make the move when the rest of the Monarchy did because we were attached to the old lands, but we know that they aren't safe for our children." He said this before wrapping a protective tail around her. When a BrookCLan cat came, he wanted them to look convincing.
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Post by simplylight on Jan 19, 2019 16:43:00 GMT -5
Two toms trekked across the territory on their hunting patrol that day. Kellen’s creamy fur was fluffed up against the cold while Abel scented the air every few steps. The brown havana had been so down in the mange lately that Kellen simply had to take him out for some sunshine. He frowned at the sight of his friend, all skinny and downtrodden. His thoughts were torn away from his pity when he caught whiff of a familiar scent. Raising his tail to signal Abel to follow, the Cyd made their way down the slope, ears pricked and eyes alert. It took Kellen a moment to recognize the figure in front of him, but he soon knew it to be his cousin and his mate. “Rockefeller?” He questioned lightly, relaxing a bit. “What a surprise.”
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 19, 2019 16:51:01 GMT -5
She smiled at her mate's story and nodded, leaning into him gently. A soft purr started when he wrapped his tail around her and they waited. She wouldn't mind a meal or two without having to hunt for herself, prey was prey no matter where it came from or who caught it. Lesser cats should be the one catching the prey, after all. It wasn't long before she heard some Brookclan cats crashing through their territory like a herd of elephants and her head turned to look at the tom who she recognized. "Kellen." Iorasong greeted him smoothly, a bit surprised that of all the cat's it was her mates cousin.
He offered his mate a gentle squeeze, before letting his gaze brighten at the sight of his family. "Kellen, Abel. I'm pleased that you are the ones to meet us," the tom purred. This wasn't necessarily a lie; out of all cats to have met the two of them, it was nice to see that they were cats he knew, and more than that, cats that would be sympathetic to the cause. After all, the fake kittens were these toms' kin. "I hear good fortune has come to the family. Is the rumor correct that Kerrigan is the Tsar?" His tone was light, trusting, as he looked between the two. Ah, yes, this was going just as planned.
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Post by simplylight on Jan 27, 2019 21:50:08 GMT -5
Kellen nodded in greeting to Iorasong and listened to his cousin’s inquiries. “Yes, that is correct.” He answers with a friendly smile. “She has done a remarkable job, as well!” The tom has always been a bit too trusting and optimistic. However, Abel appeared to be a bit more guarded as he glanced over the two. “So, what had led you back to the Monarchy?” The Havana brown questioned, stepping forward next to Kellen.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 27, 2019 22:04:43 GMT -5
The brown tabby she-cat noted his guarded nature and knew they needed to tread lightly and be convincing. It felt strange to be considered an untrusted outsider when they practically shared their nests with the filth that was the cats of old brookclan. "We want to raise our kits here in Brookclan. Rockefeller and I were stubbornly attached to the old lands so we did not follow the Monarchy to it's new home but... those lands are too dangerous to raise a family. As soon as we found out, I knew we needed to leave behind our old ways and move on. We have no one but the Monarchy to come to." She scraped a forepaw against the earth in a nervous manner, as if afraid she would have to raise kits in a badgers den. If nothing else, the pretty she-cat was a good actor as her movements did not reflect her true thoughts and true feelings. Surely, Kerrigan and the Monarchy would not be so stupid to reject kits of such pure blooded origin since they had no concept of her womb actually being empty.
"That's the thing about a mother's instinct," he meowed. "She knew that it wouldn't be safe there, and I really thought that she was going to pack up and leave without me if I didn't follow her." He nudged her shoulder gently, a promise that she was doing well at this. Kellen was going to be easily convinced. He didn't have the same guarded nature that much of the Harlow family had. The other? He had heard that Hadley had passed away. Maybe that was a reason he looked the way he did. Rockefeller supposed he couldn't blame him. Despite being a liar and a cheat, he did not know what he would do without Iorasong.
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Post by simplylight on Jan 29, 2019 12:42:24 GMT -5
Sympathy lit up in Kellen's eyes. While he was not familiar with the feeling of needing to protect kits, he could imagine the dangers of raising them where their original home was. "Of course, I understand. I will take you to see Kerrigan then. I'm sure she couldn't turn down family, especially with little babes on the way." There was a warmth in his meow as he responded to their story. He was completely bought in, for sure. Abel, though still a bit guarded, relaxed after hearing about the tykes. His own children were grown now, but he still had that instinct to protect. If only he could have done more for Hadley when she was alive... Guilt and pain still burned in his chest as he thought about her passing. "Alright, let's get moving then." He responded, offering them a polite, somewhat understanding smile.
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Post by uniqcrim on Feb 3, 2019 18:09:30 GMT -5
the pretty brown tabby stood and dipped her head to Kellen with gratitude, staying close to her mate with their pelts touching. "Thank you, Kellen. We just want what is best for our kits and for our legacy. The monarch was our home and it should be theirs too." Her voice was soft and warm, a rare tone when she was talking about anything besides Rockfeller. Of course, if she had kits she would love them as much as him, right? She couldn't say for certain but assumed that's how motherhood must work even though she had never thought much about it. Motherhood had never really been on her list of priorities after all.
He smiled at the toms, before nodding. "Are you able to move alright, darling? Or should we take a rest before we continue?" The Monarchy's old lands were plenty of space away, and if she really was pregnant, they wold have to play this card well. "Or has our wait on these lovely men been long enough to hold you over?" His eyes were gentle and his tone light, as he continue to wrap himself around her. She was his actress, his queen. Rochefeller would have to let her know his immense pride of her when they got their next moments alone.
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Post by uniqcrim on Feb 17, 2019 15:29:34 GMT -5
She pretended to be in thought for a moment, wrapping her tail around Rockfeller as she did it. "I'm okay, I rested long enough. I don't know if I can truly be rested without first seeing Kerrigan and knowing we have somewhere to go." She said as she nodded and looked over at the toms who would lead them back to Brookclan.
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Post by simplylight on Feb 17, 2019 21:31:09 GMT -5
Kellen looked between the two, awe and compassion in his eyes. It was clear he had completely fallen for their schemes and was now putty in their paws basically. "Well then, lets go ahead and start heading that way. I wouldn't want either of you-- and the little ones-- sitting out here in the wilderness." He meowed then turned around to lead the way. Abel shook his head at his ex brother-in-law and stood behind the other two. "Kellen has always been a softie for kits." He snorted.
"I am unsure that I blame him," meowed the tom with a hearty laugh. "There is just something about them; how can you not melt at the thought of new life?" His smile was charming as he ran his tail across his mate's side. "Let's go, then, beloved." He glanced back to the duo of toms, offering a nod to confirm that they were ready. "I am excited to see how Kerrigan has kept the place," he mused, his tail twithcing.
