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Sometimes he enjoyed spending time with his fellow comrades, milling about in the public camp after duties and pretending he was normal. Sometimes he wanted to curl his fluffy paw into a fist and give them an upper cut. Today was rather unusual in that he was neither of those moods; instead, as he listened to the feline across from him drone on and on, he fought lazily against the drooping of his eyelids. Snapping himself out of it at the clearing of a throat, he grinned innocently.
we gon make this in the future just because i want to finally use tas as tsar
Impatience flicked in her eyes. Tasman, as she still was settling into the position she had finally gotten herself, didn't really have time for sorry, whats. She had things to do and cats to see and uprisings to prevent. She resisted the urge to bark an order at him. However tempting, she could not afford to make enemies. She had the throne, but she knew just how fragile her position is for now.
"I asked if you were doing anything," the flower-crowned she-cat repeated, her tone even despite the look in her eye, "with the intention of asking you to join me on a patrol if you were not."
“Oh, no, I didn’t have anything planned...” His tail tip flicked slightly to convert his anxiety at possibly upsetting the she-cat into different energy. It wasn’t tgat he particularly cared if she was upset with him, but that while her bark could be deadly, her bite was something he... didn’t want to claim he had experience with. They were partners in business but it didn’t mean they got along all the time. Part of him wanted to come up with an excuse that would get him out of it but he saw that look in her eyes. “I’d be honored.” A little sweet talk never hurt.
She raised a brow, before letting out a cough. The dedicate of Tiveronah's tail flicked once at the pandering. The two didn't know each other well yet, and it was clear by the rather awkward air between the two. It would grow better as they spent time with each other, the she-cat assumed. Or, at least, she would need it to be. After all, while Kerrigan was still alive, Nivet had refused her nine lives. This meant that at any time, she would need to trust him to take over her position.
"Perfect," she meowed, before turning quickly. "This way, then. I want to check the border by the mountains. Rumor has it, a particular flea in my pelt has been scented..." She narrowed her eyes. "Although I trust my sources," she did not elaborate on who her sources were, or really who the flea in the pelt was, although neither things were probably hard to figure out, "I want to check on the situation with my own eyes."
His ears quirked in genuine interest and he relaxed his posture, strutting casually next to her. “And what’s your plan once we get there and you’re proven correct?”
Tasman smirked slightly at the suggestion that she would be proven correct. At least he understood his place. "In a perfect world, we would eliminate the problem immediately. Something tells me that that wouldn't be the most... ideal of options, though," she meowed with a blink. "We can note her scent and put together who is harboring her. We can then go from there."
Amusement flittered in her eyes. Oh, how good it would feel to have Kerrigan's blood spilled at her order. What retribution it would be to kill the cat who killed so much. It insighted a bloodlust in her chest. "Perhaps," she agreed with a flick of her tail, "although we would have to act very carefully. If she's with the Pride, it spells bad news for the rest of us."
“This is true. There are ways to gain what we want without arising suspicion. The pride can’t be all knowing. There has to be at least one fool among their ranks.”
"All of them are fools," she quipped in response. "Each of them in their own way." Foxstar, a fool because she lowers herself to the standard of the other two. Burningstar, a fool because she has no ability to think for herself. Glowstar, a fool for forgiving the others. "Navigating their foolishnesses might be tricky, though. Particularly if she's with Burningstar; the NightClan leader considers her blood at this point."
He grunted, lapsing into silence as he thought. He hadn’t met the leaders of the pride clans but judging by Tasman’s behavior they weren’t the best. There was a reason the tsar was wary about impulsively jumping forward; that was warning enough to him. “Perhaps we need a decoy. A sacrificial pawn to distract her.”
"And what are you suggest the sacrificial pawn should be? I'm unsure that we have anything that we can really barter with," she meowed. Tasman had not been particularly close to the Tsar or comfortable with her comrades, but she had been wary of the group of them. She had seen the clan be put up into smoke for this Pride, and she knew that all of them were willing to die for each other. This was nonsense to her.
"No one that would matter to any of them." She meowed bluntly. "We have a hand stacked against us, Rune. We are playing solo against three seasoned veterans. Well, two seasoned veterans and their puppy."
The white tom sighed, unsettled by the near defeated undertone in the tsar's voice. He turned his gaze away from her, instead looking around them as if admiring their surroundings. "Perhaps we need to start with the first step then: gathering allies."
"Allies will do us nothing. Have you forgotten what has only recently happened to those who have gone against the Pride's great cause?" She thought about all of the stolen children, the enslavement of two clans. The forest was wary of the Pride, and it was strongly unlikely anyone would want to step in their paths so soon. "We have to get rid of her, and when it comes time, I will have to take the fall." He didn't know why she was so dedicated to this mission. Of course, her number of lives was a secret, known only to her. "We must worry about finding her first, though." She asserted, before pausing to look around. A scent was in the air, and it wasn't unfamiliar.
Rune’s skin crawled at the intensity and resignation in the she-cat’s voice and he stopped in their walk, turning to fully look at her. “Tasman,” he started, expression unreadable but eyes bright, “why? Why now? We’ve lived a life of relative peace since...” he looked around, “... since Her leave. You’ve made no such move of this magnitude before. If this will bring more harm than good, why follow through? Are we not prospering?”
Tasman's ear flicked; he was incredibly wrong. Even before she took the position, Tasman had been eager to find Kerrigan. She had sent her siblings out to find information. She needed to crush the other. It was revenge; recompense for the lives the former Tsar had taken. But then, when she went to see the Gods and was told what she was told... It became a mission. She became a kamikaze pilot, one dedicated even more to the cause.
"BrookClan will never move forward until she is gone. You can't understand..." Tasman didn't want to admit it. No one knew how vulnerable she was at all times. She wasn't even sure that she could trust Rune with the information; could he not slice her throat and seize the throne for himself? Perhaps it was paranoia, but it felt logical to her...
Rune shook his head, unwilling to let her get away with it. “You don’t know that. I know I look daft, but I’m not. I understand if you don’t trust me. It’s a two way street and I haven’t given you reason to. But if this affects the Monarchy and the livelihood of the clan, we need to face this head on and together. We may not be friends, but the gods have brought us together for this partnership. Surely we were both chosen for a very specific purpose. We have to follow through.” He inhaled a deep breath and gently nudged her so they could continue their walk to a more private location, where possible eager ears wouldn’t be listening in. “Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”
She let herself be guided, but it was clear that she uncomfortable with talking about it. There was so much to say. "I only have one life," she meowed after a moment, shifting her weight back and forth between paws. "The Gods will only grant one Tsar at a time lives. While she's still alive, no one else will be able to move forward. The Monarchy will always be at risk. My life isn't worth putting the Monarchy at risk."
