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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
Sparta parted his jaws to give a big yawn. He looked around, boredom in his eyes. Nothing ever seemed to interest him. The Dusk Syndicate was just boring. Not much had happened that sparked any excitement in him. The only fun thing he did was train with his trainer Calixto. Sparta had no feelings towards pretty much every cat in the Syndicate and very few had managed to earn his respect. Calixto was one of those lucky cats who had.
Sparta lay on the dusty floor, his back legs stretched out whilst he lay on his side, his chin resting on his paws. His pale yellow eyes trailed to the Commander's Den, an image of Halite popping into his mind. Getting a new commander and co-commander was one of the few things that were interesting. In his opinion, Halite appeared weak. Of course, Sparta had never exchanged a single word with the commander, but Sparta was one to judge by using whatever he could. The tom often spotted Boreas looking around the clearing with a defiant glare. Sparta viewed Boreas as a strong cat, she didn't look like one to let others boss her around, neither did Halite, but Boreas just had this aura around her.
Of course though, Sparta found himself as the only perfect cat in the Syndicate. Everyone else seemed to have a flaw that didn't make them completely Syndicate like. Sparta obviously had many flaws too, but he didn't see it that way. If you told him he was wrong, he would claw your ears off for sure, despite being quite a peaceful cat.
Growing up without knowing who his real father was, Sparta had become cold and untrusting. Being a longer within the Syndicate, he stood for himself, no one else. For his littermates and mother, he made an exception. He would never admit it and always made sure to not let it show, but he watched out for his family. They were the only thing he had left. He may not have any particular feelings towards them. No. He didn't love them. But he just always felt this strange feeling where he felt like it was his duty to protect them. Sparta had no one he looked up to. He had once or twice found himself dreaming about finding his father, little did he know that his father was dead. The most of an idol he had was Calixto. Calixto was one of the few cats he didn't find idiotic.
Sparta raised his head and lifted one of his paws, grooming the grit out of it. Sparta stopped suddenly, and slowly placed his paw down. Someone was watching him. He could sense it. His pale yellow gaze turned into a glare, a scary one in fact and he turned his head around slowly to face the direction he predicted the stare was coming from. No emotion filled his eyes, being a pyschopath, he didn't normally show any emotions unless he was mimicking them. He spotted a she-cat standing behind a tree and watching him strangely. Sparta rolled his eyes and turned his head back. |
The spotted she-cat tilted her head as he rolled his eyes. She frowned as she moved closer to him. "You aren't acting the way I want you to," she said as she was still crouched down, but her eyes were looking up at the tom. She thought about how her strategy was suppose to go.
She was suppose to stalk the male for a bit. Her "prey" would then feel nervous and begin to go insane by thinking he was being stalked by something that he didn't know of. Leopard then would try to be his friend, then he would accept her compassionate side, but then she would just use her stalking to make him do things. He would be her slave.
However, it had to end like this. She didn't even get one day stalking him! She frowned at the thought as she brought herself to her paws. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. She had accepted that she had been defeated at her own game. "Well played sir," she mewed blinking her hazel orbs.