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come one, come all lil crow will be pioneering his own rogue gang called the syndicate bc why not, ya know they will be on the more peaceful spectrum of gangs, fighting only for protection, and live as though kin. he only has a select few rules for his friends: he reserves the right to make final judgments on all decisions; anyone can come and go as they please, but all members will receive a notch in their ear; and they do what is right and just. he lowkey has a hero complex, which seems to run in his family
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What was he even doing?
No one was going to follow him. Hell, most cats could pass him right up, with his annoyingly staggered walk and fire-cracked pads. And if that didn't bother them, his obvious youth would. Though rigid sinew broadened his form, the breadth of his shoulders wider than most his age, and he talked with the aching resignation of someone whose seen countless moons, he lacked general life experience and even most formal training. He could recall some things from life in the desert and picked up on certain techniques from other SunClan apprentices, but his arsenal of skills was lacking compared to others in his age bracket.
And yet, for once in his life, Crow clung to hope. Hope that he might come across kindred spirits whose goals aligned with his own and who would accept him as someone who could sit at the helm of the merry band he wanted to create. The Syndicate echoed in his mind, a group that would take care of their own and others. A family. At the end of the day, that's all he longed for: Cats to lean on and to trust, who would vanquish his troubles as he would theirs
This is what propelled him forward despite the odds. He strode through the forest brimmed with purpose, bright eyes peering through bush and brambles for any signs of life that wasn't something he could eat
Urmommy Yumemi had a feeling that this was the day that everything would finally go right for her.
Not that she hadn't been enjoying her life as a loner, of course. There were perks to living alone that she'd forgotten about, spending so much time in Absum Lux; not having to share a living space was one, and getting to keep all the prey you caught for yourself was another. But there were times when Yumemi missed the camaraderie that came with having someone to congratulate the group's achievements with, or the tension of having an argument with a fellow member and then having to avoid them around camp for the next moon until everything blew over. There was a lack of motivation with her work now, too; all the lies and manipulation she'd been subjected to under the penultimate leader of Absum Lux had made Yumemi retreat into herself, swearing to never work for anyone but herself ever again. But that attitude had let her get sloppy, get lazy, get complacent; in the end, Yumemi didn't really care about her own opinion of herself that much. Her world had always revolved around pleasing other people, working towards their own goals rather than her own. That was her place in life, and she didn't mind at all.
Plus, she was quickly beginning to realise that talking to herself wasn't really a good replacement for genuine social interaction.
Those were the thoughts running through her mind as she roamed the forest, her legs taking her in whatever direction she felt like and trusting fate to lead her the right way. Sure enough, she caught the sight of another cat up ahead--a scent she barely recognised after living like a hermit for so long, but still identifiable as a forest cat. "Hey!" she called out, trying to discern where the mystery cat's scent was coming from. Was that them she could see in the distance, just the barest glimpse of their pelt visible through the bushes...? "You, all the way over there! Wait up!"
sorry i wrote a novel but the worst part is now that ive done this longass reply all my other ones will end up being like two sentences long lmao
thank god now I dont feel pressured to match that xD
For someone who was actively searching for other living beings, he sure did get a fright from the shattered silence, evidenced by how he nearly tripped over his own feet and his pelt on end. He'd been so focused on the absolute lack of anything other than plants and prey mammals in front of him, he had neglected to remember that he could most certainly be approached from other angles.
"O-oh," he breathed a stabilizing sigh, noting the oncoming cat did not appear to be aggressive. Hard to tell from a distance, but he chose to have hope. "Hello. Are you looking for someone or just coming by to chat?" The bright-eyed, scrappy-looking cat studied her, curious as to her emaciated appearance and in particular the slice in her ear. Huh, that looked pretty cool, if he did say so himself.
Yumemi let out a yelp of alarm as she saw the tom almost stumble, bounding over a little closer to him. “I was looking for someone,” she called out, “but I think I might have found them.” Though she still couldn’t make out all his details of his form in the distance, she could see what looked like a likeable determination in his stance, even as he faltered. “Can I come closer? Like, talking-distance closer? Sometimes cats don’t like it when I get close. Never sure why.”
"Sure," was what he said, but dancing in those bright eyes was a curious confusion. What could she possibly be looking for in him? It was worth finding out, besides Crow was lonely during the days when he wasn't drifting along SummerClan's border, so he gestured for her to come closer so they weren't yelling at each other across the way. "Who did you say you were looking for?" Perhaps he'd misheard.
Yumemi dipped her head and approached the tom; now that they were closer, she could see a certain gleam in his eye that reminded her of the cats from Absum Lux, who had held their heads high with conviction even when the coalition was crumbling. "I didn't say their name," she said, "but that's only because I don't know...your name."
...It wasn't as cool as it had sounded in her head. "I'm Yumemi," she said, extending a paw, "and I would very much like to hear your life story and future plans. Um. I'm trying to say that I'm looking for work."
Was there something about him that compelled others to want to know about his life? Was there a sign hanging around his neck? A note attached to his forehead broadcasting "damaged contents inside?" That was the only explanation Crow could come up with, as this would be the second occasion someone suggested interest in his backstory. "Oh, um. My name is Crow," he replied, a little hesitantly. "I recently left my clan after some traumatic events and now I'm thinking of getting some cats together as a sort of.... gang? Kind of. That sounds bad by default, but like a gang without the violence." He fumbled with his words for a bit before falling into silence, only to then ask in kind, "What kind of work are you looking for? Maybe we can help each other out."
"Oh, word!" Yumemi chirped. Leaving a Clan after traumatic events? That sounded like something she had experience with, or at least, something close to it.
"I used to be a healer for Absum Lux," she admitted, "but ever since they disbanded I've had trouble living on my own. Never been a good hunter or fighter, stuff like that. But not a lot of cats have the kind of experience I have, so how 'bout we make a deal? I can be a healer-type member of your gang-that's-not-a-gang, and you help me by making sure I don't die of malnutrition. You ever seen something die of inanition? Not pretty." Her nose twitched. "...But you don't have to say yes. I could just go. I kind of unloaded a lot at once, didn't I? So sorry."
"No, no!" Crow was quick to interject, cutting off her sheepish apology. "I think we can make that work. I didn't even think about having a healer, honestly," he admitted with a hollow laugh. Would he really be cut out for this if he hadn't considered what he would do if any of them were sick or injured? He knew next to nothing about herbs, so he looked especially grateful at Yumemi's offer.
He cleared his throat and said, "I was thinking of calling it the Syndicate. Y'know, if it ends up being something."
He was fully aware that he was not invited to this conversation, nor was his presence probably desired. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He'd been watching the two interact for the last thirty seconds or so, and he figured that this was as good of a time as any to jump into the conversation.
The large brown and white tom spoke with a slight drawl, but his voice wasn't outwardly hostile. In fact, if it wasn't that he had just completely interrupted the two cats, one might assume that they were long time friends by the warmth that radiated just below the surface.
"Sorry, I ain't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help be innerested."
"Our gang!" Yumemi said, before realising she probably shouldn't have blurted that out to a complete stranger, even if he seemed like a cool dude. "Well, I mean--it's kind of a gang, I think. Crow's project, not mine. Called the Syndicate! As you know. I'm going to shut up now because I'm not explaining this very well."
Yumemi spoke before he could, but Crow nodded at her explanation. "I'm originally from SunClan, so I just kinda missed having some cats around," he added, but decided not to include the fact that even when he had been surrounded by other cats, he'd never felt more alone. "I know the gangs get a bad rap around these parts. I don't want to go around terrorizing anyone. I just think it would be neat to.. have an organized group, something that feels more like..." He hesitated, then, "family."
He wasn't sure if he did a better job at describing his objective either, but he felt good about it as he looked between Yumemi and this stranger. "You're welcome to join....uh, what's your name? I'm Crow and this is Yumemi." That felt strange, introducing someone he had just met.
"Your gang, eh?" he meowed to the she-cat with a wink. "Well, I'll be. I haven't seen one of those in a while." His gaze then turned to Crow, who he listened while offering slight hmms at the proposition.
Family? It had been a while since he had had one of those, and he was immediately interested. Not only would having a group of cats around be helpful from a logistical standpoint- there was a lot of tomfoolery in the forest, and it never hurt to have a few fellow comrades -, but he had missed the idea of being a part of something. He found a small smile creeping onto his lips, one barely visible but enough so that the others would notice.
"Nathaniel Paxton Hawthorne the third," he meowed with a dip of his head, "but since that's a bit of a mouthful, Hawthorne, or any combination of my names, works." His large brown ear twitched in slight amusement, his thick Appalachian drawl clear in his voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Crow and Yumemi," he then responded, his eyes dancing slightly between the two of them.
"I'd love to join. I don't bring anything fancy to the table, other than good ol' mountain charm and the physical size of a small bear which might be helpful if you have to reach anything up too high to jump," he chuckled at his own exaggeration, "but if you'd have me anyways, it would be my honor to join whatever this thing becomes."
"I'm sorry, but did you say you were from Sunclan?"
A soft, tell-tale ring of a small bell alerted the trio to the appearance of another cat, and a pair of curious green-eyes that was watch them from atop a distant fence-line. The light-blue collar hanging loosely around his neck stuck out against the young tom's golden fur, and jingled with every slight movement the kittypet made. It had been pure happenstance that Orion had come across this brand-new group; he always took enjoyment in walking along the forest's edge, imagining what life must be like for the brave souls who lived out there in the wilds. There had been many opportunities for him to join the clans in the past; his parents would've wholeheartedly supported him if he chose to do so, but the numerous choices and 'what ifs' had left him restless and indecisive. "I apologize for interrupting," he meowed after a moment, dipping his head in greeting. "But perhaps it's something of providence that I found you all. I happen to have kin in Sunclan myself. Would you by any chance remember a warrior by the name of Forsworn?"
His eyes twinkled appreciatively, little fires alight with joy. "I would be happy to have you, Hawthorne. Whatever you bring to the group is more than enough," he meowed, and surprised himself with how natural it felt to welcome another cat into the fold. Between Yumemi's knowledge for herbs and Hawthorne's sheer size, and the combined experience the two had for being older than himself, Crow let the embers of hope begin to flare in his chest. He might not be much now, but with them at his side, teaching him and supporting him, he actually thought he might turn into....something.
His reverie was brief, however; the sound of a bell preempted the sound of a voice, which drew Crow to turn to face the newcomer. "I'm sorry to say I haven't," he answered Orion after a moment of raking his brain, diving into the deepest recesses for any memory of the name. Nope, only his traumatic childhood over there. "I'll be honest, I didn't spend much time in camp after I was apprenticed. Are you looking for him? We could help you get there if that's what you were wanting," volunteered his voice before he registered what he'd offered. Back to SunClan... back to hell. But if this young kittypet would be trying to find kin in SunClan, he couldn't just let him walk alone into Bloodystar's realm.
Orion looked a bit disappointed, but ultimately shook his head in response to Crow's inquiry. "No, I won't trouble you with all of that," he replied, leaping off of the fence and landing gracefully on the grass in front of the others. "There's been enough hearsay about what's going on over there to make it obvious approaching Sunclan directly isn't a good idea. If Forsworn is alright, I'm sure he'll seek out my father eventually." Taking a seat, the young tom wrapped his tail around his paws, considering the group in front of him. He had been directionless for far too long; it was almost a stroke of good luck that he happened to overhear their plans. He trusted fate far more than his own choices anyway. "Regardless, my name is Orion, and I've found myself interested in this 'gang' idea you've brought up. You mentioned you wanted something like family, but what is the ultimate objective of creating an organized group? Are your long-term goals survival-based, or do you have some sort of ideology that you wish to pursue?"
"Woah, hold up now, am I hearing this correctly?" There was a loud scramble of claws against the wood and then a pale tabby joined his brother on top of the fence, sweeping his narrow gaze around the ragged group of gathered cats. "You're trying to join a gang without me? That's cruel, Orion, really. I don't know who you are or what you do," he looked directly at Crow now, "but I want in."
Yumemi whipped her head around to stare at each newcomer in rapid succession, eyes wide. "Woah," she said breathlessly, giving the group a toothy grin. "This is turning into a proper five-man band! Which one of you wants to be the one that's fundamentally opposite to me, yet in the end we come to accept each other's differences and become a dynamic duo?"
This had become quite something in the last few minutes, and he couldn't explain how much he quite enjoyed it. The hearty tom let out a chuckle, before tipping his head to Yumemi. "I'd rather be in hell with my back broke than deny an offer quite like that," he meowed with an amused lilt in his voice. He then looked at the rest of the group, "unless there's someone who fits the bill better?" He knew nothing about the other feline, but he figured it'd be fun.
