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She sat, her body facing the four felines that gathered in front of her. There was energy in the air, although the feline herself looked completely collected. She generally did. It wasn't natural, though, for her. It wasn't natural to have every ounce of her being completely calm, particularly during stressful situations. At one time, this meeting would have had her fur standing on end. She would have been jittery and nervous. Luckily for the felines gathered around her, this was no longer the case. She had had a lot of her time dedicated to calming her frightfully strong anxiety.
She let out a sigh, before letting her gaze flicker one last time across each of the cats. She knew each of their names, but limited information elsewise. And, the reverse was true as well. They knew her name, knew that she had at one point been in Primal Instinct, but the rest of That was in part the reason for this. She wanted to know the bishops, establish a working relationship with each of them at the very least. She wanted to establish trust, if that was possible. After all, the five of them would be working relatively closely for the foreseeable future. She wanted to ask questions, and be as completely transparent as possible for them to ask her questions.
"Good evening," she meowed after just another moment. "Thank you all for meeting me here," she continued. They sat next to the water, the same place where she had first met Silverstreak. The water burbled behind them, giving a soft background noise.
"Avette." Constantine bowed his head to the silver-point she-cat although his odd-eyes remained as glacial as ever. While not known for being an aggressive tom, Constantine was not quite pegged for friendly, either. He had a bit of an aloof disposition that often put cats who did not know him well on edge. Presently, though, he was in as good a mood as anyone could have hoped, given that Leviathan was absent. Whenever the Cardinal was around Constantine was a lot more pleasant, "We will always answer our Archbishop's call. I do hope that you are settling in well, in both your den and your position. It is quite the adjustment from the League, no?" His district has the Revolutionary Groups so, naturally, he knew more about them than the average cat, although surely not more than Avette. He was eager to have a discussion with her about the illustrious Primal Instinct her but that would have to be saved for a private meeting.
Silverstreak impassively sat by, his eyes on Avette. It wasn't too long ago that he met her here, but didn't learn much else besides some minor details from that encounter. Looking around, the other Bishops had gathered as well but they carried a different energy, something he couldn't understand. Maybe this meeting will shed more light on their situation. Hearing Constantine's words brought a surprised look to his face. Archbisop? Her? He looked the she-cat over and the expression vanished from his face. Well, I suppose that would explain that... He should have figured that out back then. "So what is the purpose of this meeting, Avette?" he asked plainly, skipping all the formalities.
Her gaze shifted to the tom that answered her first. From her understanding, this was the feline to whom Leviathan was wed. This, practically, meant nothing to her. However, understanding the interpersonal connections cats had with one another was one of the principle things in understanding a groups culture. When he spoke, a small smile twitched at the corners of her lips. Very seldom did Avette smile widely. It wasn't that she couldn't, nor that she was particularly stoic, but because she felt that there were many other facial expressions than a full smile that could give far more information.
"I appreciate your well-wishes. It is quite a transition, but to be completely transparent, I have not been a member of the League in more than my fair share of time." She sighed, tilting her head slightly. "I don't blame others for their quickness to spread the rumor that I was a League cat, though. It's far more interesting than the reality that I simply wandered for moons." She had been closer to Primal Instinct lately than she'd expected, but she didn't need to tell them that. She was allowed one secret, right? That she murdered the Shaman of Primal Instinct, that would be hers. "Truthfully, though, I think the transition would have been easier had I not left Primal Instinct when my father stepped down from Nemesis." If her bishops were gossips, she would soon know. The only other cat that knew just exactly how she was connected to Primal Instinct was Levee, and she wasn't even sure that he knew properly. "At least then, I would be used to the constant socialization, and more used to other cats wandering around at night with me." She let out a soft laugh. "You know about the League, too, I gather?" she then spoke. "I'm interested in knowing what you know. Save me a date?"
She then turned to Silverstreak. Amusement fluttered in her gaze as she watched him make the connection between this interaction and their last. When she made the comment that he would learn quickly of her competence, this was what she meant. "It's good to see you, again, Silverstreak," she chuckled. His impatience to get to the point also amused her. "This has three purposes, often overlapping with each other. The first is that I wanted to meet all of you at once and discuss how our work will proceed. I also wanted to get to know you all, and also wanted to give you all a chance to ask any questions you have of me. We are a part of a team, and I want us to get a chance to get a feel for one another as such."
Avette was a difficult cat to read, which was an unusual thought for Constantine, given the fact that he had the ability to see auras. She was hiding something. What, well, he did not know. He was not a mind reader. But she was intentionally holding back information. He didn't really blame her, all cats did it, himself included. It was hard not to be curious, though, especially when he knew that information had to do with her past. He was happy that she offered to have a meeting with him later. If Avette had not, Constantine certainly would have. "Yes, it's a date. I am the Bishop of the Revolutionary groups so I work quite closely with the League. I still have much to learn, of course..."
Of course it is he thought as he thought. All he could give in response was a grunt and continued to stand by. He was curious as to what the other Bishops thought of the new addition to their "team", but the again, he didn't really know many of them all that well. The only cat in the group he's had the most exposure to was Châteauroux and that was because they were tasked on a mission together some time ago. Takeshi, he had heard about but never formally met him. This gathering may be a good opportunity to get to know them better. Constantine, however, was a cat he would try to avoid, not only because he was the mate of Leviathan but because he, like Avette, is hiding something, Something in his fur told him to be wary of them.
Châteauroux sat silently as she listened to the new Archbishop converse with the others, watched her lay the foundations towards strong connections. Personally Châteauroux herself would have waited a little while longer, learned a little bit more towards the cats reactions towards different situations. After all, there was no use laying foundations on ground that wasn't solid, one would simply be paying for it later when the foundations cracked and crumbled. She sat beside Silverstreak, as she felt the most relaxed around the silver spotted tom. Being the most straight forward of all of them, he was the least likely of all of them to play games in her own opinion. Though the fact she had never really spoken to the others, only ever observed, was another factor.
As blue eyes blinked slowly, watching Avette, she considered what the other had said. Châteauroux couldn't quite decide if the other would be a dear friend or a bitter rival. There was still too much she did not know of the other, despite how transparent she was attempting to be. To many questions Châteauroux would want answers to before she ever let herself be true around the other. But none of the questions would be ones she would ask around others and as such she held her silence. Sitting in a quiet serene bubble, pleasant smile on her lips and blue eyes warm.
"I'm sure we'll be able to learn from each other," she meowed with a steady blink at the tom. She knew very little about the state of the League now. She knew the workings of the group when it lived in the forest, when the most defended spot was the Garden of Tatlia. Everything was so much different now. She could teach him about the innerworkings of League traditions, but he could teach her their current state. Being that she was half in hiding of the group, his information would be much more helpful than hers.
She flicked her tail as she gazed at the cats. They were a smart bunch, and they'd keep her on her toes. Good, she needed that. The she-cat who smelled so thick of lavender had been getting sloppy, and she had a feeling she was about to enter the biggest game of cat and mouse that she had ever played. She needed associates that would keep her present and always vigilant. Her gaze slid to Silverstreak. He probably didn't know it, but he would be her biggest challenge. She would earn his alleigance, even if it cost her dearly.
She then glanced to Châteauroux. The bishop was one of the two that she knew almost absolutely nothing about. "You must be the LKR bishop," she meowed with another flick of her tail. "I know least about you." It wasn't a mean comment, but rather a reality. She wanted to give the other some recognition, even though she had the least amount of information on her. At least that might encourage her.
"Unless anyone has any starting comments," she then meowed after a soft sigh, "we might as well begin, hmm? We'll accomplish my other objectives as we go, but before we begin, does anyone have any questions for me?"
Silverstreak shook his head. He had many questions but this meeting wasnt the right setting for them. Right now though he was curious to see what will come from this meeting. He was still having a hard time with understanding something though - why, of all the cats in MoonClan, did he choose an outsider as the Archbishop. Does he not believe in loyalty. At any moment, Avette could revert back to her old ways and expose the clan to unknown dangers. Concern and doubt weighed heavy in the back of his mind. Maybe she will put his suspicions to rest but he had yet to believe that.
