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This is the base thread for a plot that Val and I are starting and we'd love to have more people join in! In fact we NEED more people so anyone feel free to jump right in!!
So the plot is that Punk and Limavady have teamed up and pretty much formed a sort of assassin team, where they will pretty much help other members of the regime, loners, rogues etc deal with disputes that they have with others. For example if a loner has a problem with a rogue and the loner doesn't know how to fight, problem solved! Punk and Limavady will handle the problem!
Punk paced around in a rather large circle. The diminutive black she-cat's green gaze flickered around her. She had been assigned a patrol with Limavady and she was anxiously awaiting for him to arrive, she hadn't been waiting very long, she was just notoriously impatient.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 17, 2018 11:29:54 GMT -5
It wasn't a big deal if he was always late at least five minutes, right? Wasn't that a perk for being the best? His arrogance hovered in the cloudy air he breathed out. It was cold, too. So everybody would understand if the snow dragged his feet at least a tad bit. His green eyes looked down at his paws as they - without any sense of urgency - crumpled over the snow one after the other. I mean, what else is there to being the best? Are brownie points all there really is to all this work? A pang from the void hit his chest.
Black eyes stared down at him, and the crow squawked from above. Scout Superior Limavady snapped out of it. Oh no. How long had he been standing there? 5 minutes? 30? One glance at the orange, sinking sun told him it had certainly moved a whisker or two, so he set off in a sprint to accompany his squad.
Punk's pacing stopped when she heard rapidly approaching paw steps crunching through the snow. She fixed her gaze in the direction of the sound until Limavady appeared. "Finally!" She called out in a half joking tone. She was technically supposed to meet someone after the patrol and she didn't want to be late, she had matters outside of the regime to deal with.
Punk stared at Limavady quizzically for several seconds. "You fell in some snow?" she said in a disbelieving tone. "Even you're not that mouse brained." she added with a twitch of her whiskers.
Punk rolled her eyes and continued on into the forest, quickly picking her pace up into a run, it was getting cold and the snow underpaw wasn't helping any. "Today is one of those days where I wish I didn't have to actually leave the tunnels." she muttered.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 17, 2019 13:24:48 GMT -5
The brown & black striped Angora silently agreed with her, but wouldn't let himself complain. He had half-expected her to chastise him like his sister Lakota would have been sure to do. Deep down he had braced for sudden impact - a good smack over the ears - to pay for his tardiness. When it did not come, he was relieved. But this was Punk he was dealing with, after all. She wasn't as interested in controlling him as his sister was. Punk was a vigilant exterminator, a worthy rival to Limavady, despite rank or label. He thought of her as an equal and often prepared to rival her at any humble chance he could get. When she sped past him, he watched as her tail nearly swiped his nose, then trotted to catch up with her.
Wisps of carbon dioxide filtered out of his chest and trailed behind him as they briskly trudged through the forest. The snow was ankle-high, the weather was overcast. He was thankful for the fur he had, but craved the company of others down below. Post Kilo was where everyone could hole up in comfortably and tell stories. In winter caked days such as this, every warm body was as necessary for the tykes as it was to catch prey for them to eat. The hemlock trees were still frosted despite the sun having shown itself earlier in the day. He came to a slow stop, finding footprints in the otherwise blank sheet.
Punk stopped a few paces ahead of Limavady when she noticed he wasn't following her anymore, she followed his gaze and caught sight of the strange footprints. She felt her blood chill slightly, even under her thickened winter coat, especially after she caught the familiar scent of Bo, the loner she was meeting with later on after the patrol. She had warned him sternly to stay off of Regime territory and she would meet him just outside the border. Apparently the chunky, timid loner didn't understand directions. She hissed in annoyance under her breath and padded back to stand beside Limavady. There was nothing she could do or say now to prevent Bo from being found. She would have to agree to track him with Limavady. "Well let's go." Punk said, her tone slightly annoyed, starting to head in the direction of the foot prints, hoping Bo was well out of their territory by now, or else he'd have another enemy to deal with and this time Punk wouldn't be able to help him.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 24, 2019 20:22:17 GMT -5
A big sigh to billowed out of him as he looked down at the feline tracks. Loners were typically a nuisance, but deep down he envied them. They could go wherever they wanted whenever they wanted without rules or restriction. Perhaps there was strength in numbers, but it couldn't compare to the freedom of being completely set loose of the opinions and obligations that leading a clan required. Perhaps Limavady was growing tired of being a Scout Superior, perhaps being great at what you love to do and setting yourself on a pedestal for it made it less enjoyable. He followed the faint scent of the loner with Punk. The forest was quiet. Birds had flown south for the winter, and prey kept themselves cooped up.
His tall Angora ears pricked up on alert; he had no idea who they were going to be dealing with, so his footsteps were cautious. It was impossible to tell were sticks and stones lay with all the snow. His feet were beginning to sting from the cold, so he shook them every now and then as they pressed on.
Punk trudged on in silence, starting to get even angrier with Bo. Why couldn't he just take her advice and stay away from the Regime's territory? She really didn't want to be out in the cold anymore and just wanted to get the patrol out of the way. "I highly doubt this loner is still in our territory." Punk said aloud, almost instantly regretting it, they had no choice but to follow the tracks and she knew that. But she also knew this loner was no threat to them and if they did find him, he could give her away and it wasn't something she was sure she wanted to risk, however, Bo's scent was getting stronger so she knew they were closing in on him.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 27, 2019 10:42:28 GMT -5
"Hmm." He contemplated calling it quits on the pursuit. It was cold, and in case the intruder was hostile, Limavady felt the need to keep a low profile without a Mercenary with them. He felt capable, but he wasn't as robust or hefty like Leviathan was. It caused him to worry as he did with any intruder, but he didn't feel it was as big of a deal, in comparison with others, to allow loners to roam the top!soil while most of The Regiment hid underground anyway.
"I just want to check if they have prey." He nodded with his decision. He couldn't care what loners were doing unless they were taking his mince meat. They would have to fight tooth and claw over every scrap this winter, and that's all the Scout Superior really cared for.
Punk nodded in response and continued on for another minute or so when she suddenly stopped. She caught sight of Bo, he was moving at a brisk walk towards the border, clearly having trouble navigating the snow. She didn't want to give him away but to be frank he should have been smart enough to heed her warning to stay off of the Regime's territory. Whatever happened to Bo now would be his own fault. "There!" she hissed quietly, motioning in Bo's direction.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 31, 2019 15:14:29 GMT -5
Limavady was curious of the loner. Who was he, and what was he doing here? "Perhaps we should follow him, see where he's off to. I don't like the idea of strangers coming and going when they please with Foxstar out running a muck... If he heads northeast, I might have to rip his throat out."
Punk nodded in agreement and continued to follow Bo, she knew he wasn't a spy for Foxstar, as a matter of fact Foxstar would chew him up and spit him out. The loner couldn't even handle his own problems, which was fine for Punk because it gave her more real life combat practice when she handled the problems for him.
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Bo spun around when he heard foot steps crunching in the snow behind him. He saw the two Regime cats and cowered in fear. Punk had warned him to stay off of Regime land.... and he didn't bother to listen, a choice he was now regretting. "I didn't steal any prey!" he hissed, wide eyes pleading with Punk and Limavady, hoping he wouldn't get attacked.