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These are the tykes of two former Mercenary Superiors, who both stepped down for various reasons. Gardenia is the descendant of one of the Regime's longest and most prominent bloodlines, and is the half-sister of Noceur and Atticus, as well as the late Xuxa and Soigne. These tykes are 1/4 RR, 1/4 Dayclan, and 2/4 LKR. Their personalities are already set, but their appearances and future positions are up to the rp'er.
Mother: Gardenia - A bombshell blonde-furred she-cat with a big fluffy tail and honey gold eyes. Father: Undertow - A midnight-black tom with bright blue eyes.
Terra-tyke (F): As the first-born, she tends to be the most level-headed and responsible. While she is friendly and has a genuinely good and kind heart, she is a bit of a know-it-all and is incredibly prideful to the point of arrogance. A pacifist at heart, she would most likely become a Raiser or Guider. - rp'd by GidgetGal
Inferno-tyke (M): The wildchild, he values his independence and freedom more than anything else. Brash and overconfident, often gets himself into trouble and doesn't particularly care about following rules. However he has a good sense of humor, and is a fun cat to be around. Would most likely be a Mercenary or Scout. - rp'd by Jetclaw
Gale-tyke (F): Between her peppy and cheerful demeanor and nearly boundless energy, she can be extremely overwhelming at times. Comes off as a bit of an airhead, but is actually far more intelligent than she lets on. Is quick to forgive and forget slights against her. Would most likely be either a Scout or Raiser. - rp'd by Jadie
Brine-tyke (M): The runt of the litter, he was coddled by both his parents and older siblings, turning him into a bit of a snarky brat. Prefers to keep to himself which makes him difficult to approach, but once he opens up he is a very strong-willed cat who believes wholeheartedly in loyalty and family. Would most likely be a Mercenary or Guider. - rp'd by Woof
She had been missing for little over a moon now, her nest in Post Alpha simply empty one morning with no explanation or trace left behind. 'She must've finally gone crazy,' were the gossiping whispers echoed throughout the tunnels, 'after losing both of her sisters so close to one another.' It was common knowledge how disturbingly overprotective the former Mercenary Superior had been over her family; there were even rumors that the reason she had lost her post was for brutally attacking a cat who had mocked her half-brother Atticus. The younger soldiers would wearily in the Guider's direction when the subject was brought up, but if the snow-white tom felt anything about his sister's disappearance, he never showed it, simply going about his duties as normal, albeit with a more tired look in his cloudy eyes. And so life went on in the tunnels. In the Renegade Regime.
A strong leaf-fall wind blew through the trees, shaking the branches until a few stray leaves were torn loose, twirling to the cold ground in flashes of speckled red, orange, and yellow. A young kit, only a few weeks old, giggled as she batted at a particularly large leaf when it floated straight over her head, bounding forward to pounce on it playfully before almost immediately turning around to run back to her mother. "Mother! Mother! Did you see?" The little kit chirped, her tail waving proudly in the air. Gardenia let out a loving purr in response, careful not to let go of the smallest kit, hanging by his scruff in her jaws, or step on her two other kits, who were chasing each other in circles around her feet. How had it taken so long for her to finally understand? She had been so afraid and so alone for so long, desperate to protect what she believed was all she had left of her family. Of her mother. Yet in doing so none of them had never truly lived past the day San had been lost, even though she had died to give them all a future.
With a gesture of her blonde tail for her tykes to follow closely, Gardenia ducked her head down as she entered one of the Regime's tunnels, giving only the briefest of glances back towards the colorful world above, as she descended into the gray in dismal world below; the world she called home. While her tykes stumbled around in wide-eyed wonder, she continued marching onward, ignoring the confused stares and surprised gasps of her groupmates as they passed. She didn't stop until the five of them reached the HQ, where she gently set down her youngest son and took a seat, waiting patiently to be addressed, like a proper soldier.
Since stepping down from serving as Mercenary Superior, Undertow had felt some relief from the sheer pressure of the post.
Though while he no longer felt like he was drowning and overextending himself to try and be the leader to-be Shule had wanted him to be. He lamented that now he had a great deal of time on his paws. Time that was spent keenly noting the absence of Gardenia in the regime.
He'd gone up to the surface to swim earlier that day, a fish gripped in his jaws, and he'd already made it nearly to Post Alpha when he remembered. Gardenia wasn't there, there would be no one to share his catch with, and it made his tail droop and his mood dampen.
Why had she left? Had he done something wrong? He hadn't thought so, and Gardenia was not one to keep quiet if something was causing her bother. But perhaps he'd missed something? She had lost her sisters... maybe he should've worked harder to comfort her.
Thoughts swimming about causing chaotic ripples in his mind as he found himself trekking towards HQ. Maybe someone there would appreciate the fresh juicy fish.
Then a familiar scent hit his nose and he paused, blinking. Could it be? There was also an underlying milky scent and he swore he could hear the squeaks and scuffs of tykes playing.
Undertow's pace quickened and he hurried into the HQ, as he did and spotted Gardenia, the fish slipped comically from his mouth.
Gardenia froze when she heard the voice, that voice, one that breathed her name with such awe and reverence it nearly made the normally stone-faced Sentinel burst into tears. Her head whipped around to look at him, and one could swear that her honey-golden eyes physically brightened upon seeing the tom's face. "Undertow..." she mewed, her own voice nearly cracking with emotion. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him, to apologize for, and yet for maybe the first time in her life the she-cat found herself at a complete loss for words. A small crowd of curious cats had begun to form around the couple, and out of the corner of her gaze she could just make out her brother Atticus, watching her with a relieved and knowing look. Unable to think of anything else in that moment, she glanced briefly down at the four tykes that tumbled around on the cave floor, and then back at Undertow, confirming. And then she smiled. A small, but loving smile.
Undertow stared at her, drinking in her form and then he followed her gaze to the tykes moving about her paws.
One of the toms let out a squeal and jumped on his sister. It was hard to make out their colors in the din, but they smelled like her, and with the time she'd been gone.
For a moment he felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked at her, hardly daring to hope. "They're ours?" He whispered hoarsely.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 22, 2020 14:39:27 GMT -5
Of course, Shule just had to ruin the moment. Albeit, the Commander was rather busy these days. Keeping the mercenaries in line in lieu of Undertow, among what was going on with the other clans and SunClan. When Gardenia disappeared, she'd been concerned. Sent out Mercenaries to search the territory, to no avail. It was hard to dispel the rumors when there was no trace of the Sentinel, cats were bound to speculate. Still, she tried to call it out if she noticed it or it was reported.
So when her granddaughter, Arei, came skidding up to her, the young Spy declaring Gardenia was back, that was something worthwhile, and soon, the Commander was stepping into the crowd, seeing the pair, alongside four kits. Well, that would explain it. "Welcome back." She stood a pace in from those gathered, her expression schooled into it's normal neutrality, tone cool as she spoke. But for the moment, she offered nothing else, allowing Gardenia and Undertow to focus on each other as the mostly black leader's gaze turned to the kits as they played.
Gardenia nodded weakly, the tiniest of smiles never leaving her face. "Yeah," she breathed in response, seeming to barely even believe it herself. "They're ours, Undertow."
"Welcome back."
The scarred she-cat jumped slightly as the Commander's calm mew cut through the emotional moment, turning to face Shule as all of her time as an obedient soldier came back to her all at once, her body stiffening as she sat up straight in the Commander's presence. "Commander Shule, Undertow..." Gardenia meowed evenly, looking between the two. "I...apologize for leaving like I did. For not saying anything, or alerting anyone to my whereabouts. But, I..." She took a breath, glancing down as the biggest of the kits, a fluffy little she-cat, rubbed against her mother's legs. The Sentinel smiled fondly, and bent over to give the tyke a lick on the forehead. "When I found out I was pregnant, I panicked. You both should already know why."
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 31, 2020 18:07:53 GMT -5
Shule understood her fears. Albeit, her first instinct was to deny them, but even the Commander knew her fears were well founded. "If you would have told me, I could have ensured you were given a guard for your time away." She commented, her tail giving a slight twitch to indicate she could relax. "But we can discuss that later. For now, we should be getting you a nest in Post Kilo, and letting you and your kits settle in."
Regardless of her own feelings on the Sentinel's disappearance, that was something they could talk about at a later date, she wasn't about to hash things out here in a crowd, and especially not in front of some tykes.
