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The feline sat on the wall by the abandoned house, her tail curled around her paws. The scene was almost picturesque, the Tsar looking at the moon as its gentle light bathed her silhouette. She had little patience for these kinds of moments, the ones where she was doing something as beneign as looking at the sky. There was no time in her schedule to fit such moments in, not at this point. The only reason she was out here at all was because she had organized meetings with all of the felines she was considering to invite to the game that would help her determine her boyar. Each night, she would meet with another of the cats. It would be an interview of sorts, to make sure these were the felines she wanted to give a chance. However, unlike an interview, it wouldn't all be questions. At the conclusion of each interview, she would tell each cat she had spoken with to meet Cynder at the hollows in a week's time at the very moment of sunset.
The first feline that was to meet her was Galadriel, her cousin. In a way, she reminded the Tsar of Shattered, that put together perfection was a similarity between the two. Of course, it was what had drawn her to Shattered in the first place. She shook her head; no, Kerrigan. You must not compare her to the first cat who failed you. Her claws unsheathed and sheathed again at the uncomfortable thought.
Her ears then pricked at the sound of upcoming footsteps. She didn't turn towards the sound, nor did she take her eyes off of the moon. "I appreciate you meeting me here," she meowed as the cat came closer to her.
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 28, 2018 13:21:49 GMT -5
Galadriel hadn't eaten since she'd been asked to meet Kerrigan. Although she'd carefully remained neutral looking, Galadriel had spent many private moments trying to calm herself down. Now with judgement day before her Galadriel felt extraordinarily calm. It helped to think of Kerrigan as simply her cousin but she would never dare speak that aloud for fear of that reaching Kerrigan. Truthfully, her cousin was qualified and strong, the perfect Tsar for BrookClan and Galadriel was perfectly aware of the pawsteps she one day intended to fill.
The last Boyar was gone and Galadriel expected the position but knew this meeting could be any number of things, not just the news of a promotion. Still, she approached it as through already crowned. Her confidence would assuredly see her through the meeting. When her Tsar was in sight she opened her mouth to call a greeting, only to be cut off by Kerrigan, "of course, I am happy to be of service," Galadriel answered, moving to sit beside the other she-cat and angle her gaze up to the moon as well.
She had expected a response similar to that. After all, why wouldn't the cats that were on her short list say something of the like? It was not if they had any choice in the matter. Amusement flickered in her eyes for a moment, before she nodded to the wall. "Come, join me." Her words were soft, but it was clear that this was just another command that she didn't have any right to ignore. Any invitation to join Kerrigan was an honor, at least in her eyes. Perhaps in the eyes of others, as well. After all, at this point she was one of the most powerful cats in the forest, thanks to her principle part in the creation of the alliance.
"I assume that you have some sort of idea as to why I have called you, hmm?" Her voice was light, almost gentle as she spoke through the wind. As the days would go on, her tone towards these cats would shift. Galadriel, then, had an advantage. She was first. "And, if you truly don't, I'm interested to know what you would like to get out of this conversation." It was more than a conversation, she noted quietly. It was the first in a set of interviews to find her successor, an heir to the power in which Kerrigan was busy carving. She needed a permanent boyar. Although she loved Cynder with most of her heart, the cat was simply not cut out for such a task to be more than just a placeholder. If BrookClan was going to succeed, it needed a full and complete staff.
