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Due to the lack of interest in the Dusk Syndicate during the EE, I'm here to collect a handful of DS cats to travel into the clan territories. By now, the DS should have broken Renn's law and filtered into the main plotline, but no progress has been made as of yet.

That's going to change. Rook will be looking for a minimum of 4 cats to journey alongside him before he heads into the woods. I'm only looking for select cats here to ensure participation. Anyone else is fully welcome to join him.

Rook had always been a subordinate. Outlawing interaction with the clan cats was a rule he could understand at the time, when they had been weak and spindly, sickly excuses for cats -- alone, a member of the syndicate would never have held their own against a cat hailing from a community as tightly knit as a clan might’ve been. Might’ve been, because there’s something unnerving happening beyond their crooked borders.

Today, he graduates from subordinate. Today, he’ll push his kin into action. To be damned with Renn’s law. They are no longer weak.


“It is time,” his baritone rumbles, his unprompted announcement gaining him the attention of a few sets of eyes. Pushing from the ground, he takes a spot on the highest point, claws clambering for footing atop the fighter’s den. The clearing of his throat is loud, purposefully so. A thrum of pleasure pulses through his chest to see a few more heads turn toward him. "Renn has abandoned us. If you still cling onto some false hope that he might return, I recommend familiarizing yourself with the concept of 'reality'. Accept the abandonment, and persevere."

"Who are we to remain under the rule of a commander who has long since vanished from our lives?" Silence falls -- he half-expects someone to call out to him, to disagree. He only finds them to be solemn and accepting. Perhaps processing it themselves. Pale eyes drift away from the faces of the others, turning upwards toward the heavens. A sparrow glides by, far too high up to ever be caught. Rook continues. "...His disappearance aside, the true reason as to why I wanted your attention deserves to be brought to light."

"I trust that I am not the only cat to have seen the flames." The tom jerks his head to the side, motioning towards the horizon, where smoke had bloomed only a few evenings before, clouding above the conifers and choking away a setting sun. "I'll be going out to investigate. Those who are healthy enough to join me, I ask that you will."

"—Know that this venture will not be conducted under malicious intent. No clan cats will be harmed unprompted."