WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
The stocky silhouette of the CreekClan leader was just visible in the early morning light as she stood in the entrance of her den. She was up early, as usual, and as she looked over the sleeping form of her clan, she felt a surprising sense of comfort and warmth.
Her transition to leadership had not been an easy one, but she felt as though she were finally adjusting. It was true, this had been what she wanted and had hoped for ever since she had been promoted to underboss--back when that was what the deputy ranking had been called--but she hadn't expected to be thrown into the leadership position so quickly. She'd always thought the previous CreekClan leader to be rather incompetent, but she felt a certain...sadness towards him now that he was gone.
Humming to herself softly, Dawnstar brought herself to her paws and trotted out into the clearing. The clan would be coming to life at any moment and she was eager to start the day.
The sky was the color of a pale champagne and in the horizon, the trees seemed liked the bubbles trapped inside a glass. A long lengthy pearly cat emerged, his elegant legs slowly completing his strides. His lush green eyes touched along the foreground, soon they came in contact with a red tabby.
Alter-Adel approached her in a circumspect manner, but with a powerful intensity. "Good morning," he spoke softly with his regular charm. The oriental cat completed his statement by situating himself within a respectful, but slightly uncomfortable distance from her.
The red tabby flicked an ear at the sound of the deputy's voice, she turned to see him sitting down a little ways away from her. "Good morning." she rumbled in reply.
There were many things to do today, mostly the usually chores. She wasn't easily bored by everyday activities, so she was almost looking forward to them. Anything to keep her paws and mind busy was good enough for her. "I'm going to patrol the DraftClan border, you wanna come with me?" CreekClan had never been popular but DraftClan had been particularly salty towards them back when Blahkenmuro was CreekClan's leader. They hadn't heard much from the other clan, but it never hurt to check up on them and see what they're up to.
Alter-Adel listened closely to the words that poured from her mouth - and almost answered with the first thing he thought of. But he remembered that he shouldn't do that and considered all of his options. Yes - then what if he was needed, but the chances of that were low. No - but what if there was something/someone there? He quickly observed the camp and flicked his tail before responding. "Obsolutely."
(Sorry that this was a little short and for any errors. I wrote it on my phone.)
A third figure padded up, stumbling slightly as his tail caught in a bush. His coat was predominantly a pale cream, but he had patches of black also. He wasn't build for speed nor strength, and the way he bumbled through the bush showed he had no aptitude for stealth. The reason for this lay in his blue eyed gaze, turned slightly to the left and above the two already gathered. The male was younger and bowed his head quickly to them. "Could I come?" He asked, flicking a black ear. He was self-secure, perhaps unusual in a blind cat in a clan trying hard to survive. But he had a right to his own values and personalities, so perhaps it wasn't all that out of place.
ic. "Of course." Dawnstar said, nodding to the cream tom. Without waiting for any further reply, the red tabby she-cat set off for the outer territory. She glanced momentarily over her shoulder as she walked. "I don't expect too much from DraftClan, they've been rather quiet lately. But it doesn't hurt to check things out." she explained with a shrug. It seemed as if all the clans had settled into a comfortable lull, which meant that they had some time to prepare themselves in case one of them decided to break the silence and come for CreekClan.
He dipped his head thankfully, ears reswivelling once he detected teh leader's position. Hearing her steps, Noel bounded to catch up, then slowed his pace, where he thought he was just beheind her. He nodded at her words. "I hope so. " He said honestly. He was as unconfrontational as could be found, perhaps because of his handicap, perhaps not. "But better safe than sorry, as you said. And, I realise I haven't introduced myself. I'm Noel. "
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"Ah, nice to meet you Noel." Dawnstar rumbled as she continued on her way. "I'm Dawnstar. Hopefully you already knew that." Her whiskers twitched in a rare show of amusement. She needed to make an effort to get out there and start interacting more with her own clanmates. That's what a good leader did, right? It wasn't all about plotting and planning.
"Well, you do happen to be pretty iconic around here." Noel said jokingly, before he turned his head slightly, smelling the scent of a rabbit. He, obviously, wasn't a good hunter. He did have his talents, however, as a peacemaker and moderator. "Out of curiosity, if Crekclab was to be attack be a clan, which do you think it would be?"
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Dawnstar considered the question carefully as she walked. The first and obvious answer was DraftClan, as they had been pretty unfriendly towards each other in the past. Of course, that had been when Blahkenmuro had been the leader of CreekClan, and Blahkenmuro had a way of making enemies just by opening that big, obnoxious mouth of his. He was gone now, but they hadn't done anything to repair any relationships with the other clans yet.
"I don't know." she admitted after a while as they came to a stop at the DraftClan border. "We're pretty high up on DraftClan's shit-list, but I've noticed MagmaClan has been growing in size so they could definitely be a contender."
Noel, being both a younger feline and a newcomer to the clan, had no knowledge of any of the history. That was partly why he asked. "Yeah, the borders have been growing stronger in scent." Noel said thoughtfully, his usual manner. He couldn't see obvious signs of Magmaclan increasing, but he did recall that little tidbit of information. "If you think about the elements each clan represents, Magma clan would probably help us. I would have thought anyway, heat causing wind and fire needing air. Maybe a good line for an alliance speech, though?" Nole smiled and shrugged. It wasn't his business what the leader had in mind. He hoped it was peace, but you never could really tell.
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Dawnstar considered it, nodding slowly. "It would always help to have an ally on our side and you bring up a good point." she said. "We can discuss a possible alliance with Larkstar at the next gathering, as long as everything goes well until then. The worst they can say is no." They really had nothing to lose by asking.
She stopped to sniff around the borderline, reassuring herself that the scent markers were in place and that no stragglers had tried to cross over. So far, everything seemed fine.
Noel was pleasantly surprised and proud that his opinion had been taken into account. Though he had frequent, well-versed insights, others couldn't always see past his outer sight. At the mention of Larkstar, though Noel knew the individual not, he recognised the suffix. The leader of Magmaclan, he presumed. Being a quiet individual and self secure, he made no effort to confirm this. "Agreed." Was all he offered, not wanting to seem controlling or the like, but thankful the female leader had appreciated his comment and contribution.
The scent of Creekclan, which Noel bore himself with pride, wafted over. It was far stronger than the individual scent of Dawnstar or Alter-Adel. That meant it was the border, obviously. The cream inhaled but couldn't smell anything of Draftclan beyond where it should be. Even with little experience personally, he instinctively knew that was as it should be, for this area anyway. It was inbuilt in most, if not all, felines to mark their territory and understanding the concept was easy even for kittens.
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Dawnstar quickly finished up her investigation, stopping to rub her head on a nearby tree to further reinstate the scent markings. It probably wasn't needed seeing as they were already pretty strong, but she liked to be thorough in her work.
She turned to Noel once she had finished. "Everything looks fine here, I guess we have nothing to worry about from them." she said, a little surprised. "At least not yet." Silence could be a good thing, or a very bad thing. They could be plotting quietly and inconspicuously and CreekClan would have no way of knowing it. Of course, she had to force herself not to be so paranoid--it wasn't good for her health.
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Noel likewise did a second, perfunctory chin rub. He was proud of his accurate pinpointing of the tree's location, perhaps Dawnstar was a good influence on him. He was inclined to think she was. She saw his views (his verbal ones, anyway) were worth noting but also made him work and didn't baby him. He appreciated it. She also seemed to want peace, as long as that meant her clan was safe or not deprived of justice. If Noel had to make a choice between the two, he didn't know which would be prioritised.
He stopped to give his pelt a quick pick before directing his gentle sightless gaze to the neighbouring clan's territory. "Not yet. " Noel agreed, resuming his steps, trying to match them with Dawnstar's. Going by her echo, which he could hear for his own padding, he was doing well. She sounded only just ahead, diagonally to his left. "But warriors wouldn't be known as such if the clans had a craving for peace. Many like the delicacy I bloodshed all too strongly. " Mm, the food analogy made him hungry. He hoped they'd get home soon. He laughed, a little embarrassed as his growling stomach made his thoughts a little more public.
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