So far they seemed...well they didn't dislike it, it was a good start. As they started to mingle he watched silently before letting out a long, dragged out, sigh. "As much as it must pain you all to hear. We wait. The Clans didn't build themselves within a night, and we cannot destroy them in a night either." a pause as amber eyes looked over the crowd. "Not like this, at least. Not yet. We ourselves need a structure first. Ants can only take down big foes due to their ability to coordinate with one another." he wasn't sure if that was a correct fact, but it sounded inspiring so he'd roll with it. "Right now, in the Clan's eyes we're nothing more than ants. So lets show them how scary we can be." a smirk.
The Tabby hopped down and began to walk around the front of the crowd, pacing more like. "They have Warriors. They have Leaders and Deputies...what is it we shall have? I'm open for suggestions, after all this is us building our future together." his bobbed tail twitched as he turned on his heels once more. Another casual lap. "Maybe. Hmm. Maybe we will have a total of 3 positions. Similar to their Warriors. Those who fight, those who guard...and perhaps those who...hmmm How about those who spy." oh yes, spies. He needed to know how they worked internally. How they functioned, how their cogs turned and ultimately what would tear them apart. "Perhaps even a group of those who will tend to wounds. Yes this all sounds nice. How do we feel about these positions, and what should they be called?"
William paused his pacing to look over his sea of followers. What was it, he should be called. Something itched in the back of his brain. He wasn't a leader, no, but he did enjoy commanding. Ah yes, speaking of bossing around, than came a food question. "We do need to rest, we'll be no good on aching paws. Food is a must, as is sleep. We can claim those tunnels below as our homes. Yes?"
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Ezra huffed.
"You're leading us in bloody circles! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" They protested, licking their paw. Willliam seemed aloof. Is he out of his mind?! Ezra shook their head, glaring at William before looking down.
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So far they seemed...well they didn't dislike it, it was a good start. As they started to mingle he watched silently before letting out a long, dragged out, sigh. "As much as it must pain you all to hear. We wait. The Clans didn't build themselves within a night, and we cannot destroy them in a night either." a pause as amber eyes looked over the crowd. "Not like this, at least. Not yet. We ourselves need a structure first. Ants can only take down big foes due to their ability to coordinate with one another." he wasn't sure if that was a correct fact, but it sounded inspiring so he'd roll with it. "Right now, in the Clan's eyes we're nothing more than ants. So lets show them how scary we can be." a smirk.
The Tabby hopped down and began to walk around the front of the crowd, pacing more like. "They have Warriors. They have Leaders and Deputies...what is it we shall have? I'm open for suggestions, after all this is us building our future together." his bobbed tail twitched as he turned on his heels once more. Another casual lap. "Maybe. Hmm. Maybe we will have a total of 3 positions. Similar to their Warriors. Those who fight, those who guard...and perhaps those who...hmmm How about those who spy." oh yes, spies. He needed to know how they worked internally. How they functioned, how their cogs turned and ultimately what would tear them apart. "Perhaps even a group of those who will tend to wounds. Yes this all sounds nice. How do we feel about these positions, and what should they be called?"
William paused his pacing to look over his sea of followers. What was it, he should be called. Something itched in the back of his brain. He wasn't a leader, no, but he did enjoy commanding. Ah yes, speaking of bossing around, than came a food question. "We do need to rest, we'll be no good on aching paws. Food is a must, as is sleep. We can claim those tunnels below as our homes. Yes?"
Bumblebee looked at William, his brown eyes full of pride. Those stinky clan cats would be jealous! He voiced his agreement, saying, "Yes! Healers, Hunters, and Fighters! Maybe the spies could be Infiltrators? And you could be called Commander? Yes, that's good. I like that." he bounced on his toes, ready for what was next.
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Killico nodded her scarred bengal head, "indeed, we should William, for these ranks could help use greatly, i myself would find this whole fighter thing very interesting, yes very interesting, for one shall get to rip their pelts right off their over sized ego inflatted heads!"
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Bumblebee looked at William, his brown eyes full of pride. Those stinky clan cats would be jealous! He voiced his agreement, saying, "Yes! Healers, Hunters, and Fighters! Maybe the spies could be Infiltrators? And you could be called Commander? Yes, that's good. I like that." he bounced on his toes, ready for what was next.
Ezra's icy blue eyes shot over to Bumblebee.
"Are you trying to get one or all of us killed, you mangy feline?!" Their fur bristled as anger flared in their eyes.
Seth sat up, intrigue sparking in his eyes as William began speaking. Yes, they would do nicely to have structure; at least he wasn’t mousebrained enough to try and charge these cats in blind. The mau’s ear twitched with annoyance as someone has already piped up in disagreement. Clearly they had a coward among them. “I am afraid I cannot concur with your sentiment.” He turned his piercing gaze upon the offending feline, ”We are establishing order; I see no circles being spun. Just sensibility.” He wouldn’t even dignify the Ezra’s snappy response to Bumblebee - he had no patience in dealing with mice.
Snapping his attention back to William. ”May I suggest Sentries for the guards and Menders for the healers.” He has no qualms about participating in this silly name game. He had found that one was much more likely to complete given tasks if they were given a position title; it endowed them with a sense of duty.
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Seth sat up, intrigue sparking in his eyes as William began speaking. Yes, they would do nicely to have structure; at least he wasn’t mousebrained enough to try and charge these cats in blind. The mau’s ear twitched with annoyance as someone has already piped up in disagreement. Clearly they had a coward among them. “I am afraid I cannot concur with your sentiment.” He turned his piercing gaze upon the offending feline, ”We are establishing order; I see no circles being spun. Just sensibility.” He wouldn’t even dignify Ezra’s snappy response to Bumblebee - he had no patience in dealing with mice.
Snapping his attention back to William. ”May I suggest Sentries for the guards and Menders for the healers.” He has no qualms about participating in this silly name game. He had found that one was much more likely to complete given tasks if they were given a position title; it endowed them with a sense of duty.
Ezra let out a fit of laughter. This new cat really urked their nerves. They bowed their head, realizing they were being a tad bit rude. "Apologies. I am open to hear some new ideas."They mewed, while looking around.