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for now, tiveronah and marli will be sort of NPCs, but feel free to have written that one of them had discussed with either Cauil or Devonei
NIVET LET OUT A BREATH. The bobcat looked unamused and uncomfortable. It had seemed that they had been in a bad mood for the last two moons. Perhaps this was true. Every since Kerrigan had disappeared, balance had been disrupted. Of course, it had never been a secret to them where the orange cat had gone. They had watched her body be carted off to NightClan. Marli had asked her why they hadn't stepped in to prevent Peachstar from moving her. Nivet had answered with a blank expression on their face; they did not want to interfere with the free will of their children. Although they were omnipotent gods, Nivet refrained from controlling each aspect of each living cat's life. They were each able to do exactly as they desired, a gift from the God of Balance. Nivet would seldom step in to prevent fate, to prevent the repercussions of decisions. That would not be fair.
"Cauil, Devonei," she greeted the others as they appeared next to them. They nodded to each of their sons once. They had called this meeting to discuss the situation at hand. Tiveronah had not been invited because she was busy; it was at the hands of the God of Chaos that anarchy bred in BrookClan. Marli had not been invited simply because someone needed to watch the god of chaos. This wasn't to say necessarily that Nivet didn't trust their daughter, but the trust was complex. With two dedicates of Tiveronah shaping to be the creatures who would take over the group, it was important that she be kept in check.
“Nivet,” the Pallas’s cat greeted his mother with a nod of his furry grey and brown head, looking as if he’d been dipped in powder. Golden eyes glanced to the god beside him, his brother, and nodded silently in acknowledgement. Normally he was a much more smiley individual with stars in his eyes, but the events that had played out before them left him with little to smile about. Growth was everywhere, most especially within the two leaders down below, but the chaos that ran unguarded was creating a bottleneck effect. There was no space he could slide through to continue his work; it was troubling and not for the first time did Cauil want to greet Tiveronah with a skull crack.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 16, 2019 11:56:08 GMT -5
If there was anyone in a worse mood than Cauil, Devonei was it. The tiny cat was hardly much of a happy creature on a good day, but today, he looked downright infuriated, his stormy expression raking over Nivet and Cauil as he offered the very slightest nod that he could. Lately, things had turned against him. The Tsar he had prided himself so fiercely for having as a dedicate was now in NightClan, and Tiveronah's cats had taken the reigns, upending the hierarchy that had included cats more inclined to himself and Cauil than their counterparts. The chaos was rampant, and he despised it. Tiveronah, as usual, didn't do things halfway, and it was far too much for his tastes. Which, he supposed, brought them to why they were here. Marli was supposed to be keeping Tiveronah in check in the meantime, but really, he didn't trust the she-cat to do so, not effectively, at least. She was far, far too lax, and the rusty-spotted cat found himself pacing in frustration, ocher eyes flitting occasionally between the two cats in front of him.
"We have a problem at our paws," the largest of the felines meowed. The statement was followed by a chuckle; that was the understatement of the year. They had more than a simple problem. The entire structure of the group was in transition. There was no balance. It aggitated the bobcat in a way that they couldn't quite explain. Balance was important for survival, and balance was completely absent. "We have a loose end," she meowed in reference to Kerrigan, "and we have an absolute mess."
“That could possibly be the biggest understatement of the century,” Cauil snarked but cooled himself. He didn’t need to add ‘disrespected mum’ to his list of mistakes. “Tiveronah’s a particularly frustrating thorn and isn’t making any of this better. The last time I talked to her...” he remembered very well the words passed between them, though he felt it inappropriate to divulge now. “Well, it didn’t go well.”
Nivet's gaze snapped to their son. It provided a warning; do not speak poorly of the others. Although Cauil was her first and Tiveronah was their last, all four of the gods they had created were equally as thorn-in-their-side as each other. "She is having her deserved moment," she replied. Tiveronah had been waiting patiently. "However. you are correct. It does not make anything easier, this is true. I assume soon, she will become bored of having the spotlight, though." Nivet knew her wild-child perhaps more so than the others. "Even when she does, though, the problem will not be solved."
The Manul’s ears snapped to his head, thoroughly scolded, and he turned his gaze away. At their words, though, he looked back. “What do you suggest?” His ears flicked, curious. Nivet was the god of balance; often their judgment was the most wise, if at first questionable. He knew to trust them.
"You both know the rules." Nivet spoke carefully. The words that would come next would upset their other son. They upset them, too, but in a different way. Kerrigan was just as much their child as his. "There cannot be two tsars." Of course, Kerrigan wasn't a literal tsar. Her power had been relinquished the day that the NightClan leader refused to send her immediately back. However, the implication of their words was clear; something would have to be done to eliminate Kerrigan from the picture. "We have two options. We can excommunicate her," Nivet visibly shuddered at this thought, "or.... well.."
Cauil’s golden eyes narrowed and he glanced at his brother, attempting to gauge the other god’s reaction. Devonei was always a tightly shut book; it often made him wonder just how the cogs in his brain turned.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 28, 2019 10:30:59 GMT -5
"NO." Devonei answered sharply, his gaze dark as he looked at Nivet, the tiny tom bristling in anger. "You're not seriously suggesting we kill Kerrigan?" He asked incredulously, already opposed to the idea. There was no way he was going to allow this. None. Kerrigan may not have been the perfect Tsar, but she most certainly didn't deserve death.
Nivet let him have his outburt for several seconds, before they blinked once. "Enough." The word was sharp, and with it came a crackle of thunder. "You understand what the other option is, correct? Is it better for us to excommunicate her?" Their voice was even, althougyh it was clear that she believed that Kerrigan's soul was not worth Kerrigan's life.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 30, 2019 10:32:24 GMT -5
"There has to be another way." Devonei insisted, looking angry, and perhaps a bit desperate. Kerrigan had been his devotee, had always been faithful, though she wasn't always perfect. It didn't sit right with him that she should be punished, killed, when she hadn't done anything to deserve such treatment. No, it wasn't worth her soul, of course not. But there had to be something, anything they could do right? Personally, he favored bringing her back and having Tasman's revolution stopped. Tiveronah didn't need her devotees to have that kind of power.
Cauil had kept silent during his brother's outburst, his eyebrows raised upon his forehead. It had been a while since he'd heard the rust patterned tom voice himself in such a passion. He'd often considered Devonei rather devoid of emotion; it was a rare and interesting sight. He found himself torn, however; his duty was in suffering for recovery. Those below often misnamed him as 'Karma'. Tasman had experienced her own punishments through life and had taken to them like a swan to water. Kerrigan, on the other hand... she still owed a debt to him. She had yet to suffer as thoroughly as need be. "I agree with Nivet. We have to do something, and if we don't excommunicate her... that leaves us only one option."
Nivet was not an unreasonable god, despite the fact that it seemed their mind was made up. "Is there another way, son?" they asked, their voice softening to that of maternity. Their face softened, their mannerisms becoming more feminine, as they often did when it was their job to provide comfort. "You know the rules. If you can think of something else, I am not opposed to your thoughts." Their eyes blinked. "Kerrigan is not who she once was, and if we do nothing, the Monarchy will only suffer."
