Dusk Syndicate Clearing

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Flames

"Hm.. How about we... How about... How about we go hunting?", Cyril suggested.

Nettle shrugged."I see no problem with that." she replied, s small smile appearing on her features. "Lets do it!"

[Phoenix Flames]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

Nettle shrugged."I see no problem with that." she replied, s small smile appearing on her features. "Lets do it!"

"Okay.", Cyril said, standing up. "Come on, Nettle."

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Flames

"Okay.", Cyril said, standing up. "Come on, Nettle."

"Coming." Nettle stated, pulling herself to her paws. The alabaster colored molly gazed around the Dusk Syndicate Clearing, and then looked back at Cyril. "Come on." The molly flicked her tail as she said it, moving swiftly over to Cyril's side, she smiled.

[Phoenix Flames]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

"Coming." Nettle stated, pulling herself to her paws. The alabaster colored molly gazed around the Dusk Syndicate Clearing, and then looked back at Cyril. "Come on." The molly flicked her tail as she said it, moving swiftly over to Cyril's side, she smiled.

Cyril followed the alabaster colored molly out of the Dusk Syndicate clearing.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Flames

Cyril followed the alabaster colored molly out of the Dusk Syndicate clearing.

(Continue in territory?)

[Phoenix Flames]

Originally Posted by Little Bird

(Continue in territory?)

(Yeah.)

[Ever]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The brown tabby lowered his head as he spoke, almost as though he were avoiding looking directly at her-- while her uniquely colored hues were fascinating, indeed, they seemed to have a sort of negative spell-like effect on Arrow. Almost as though she were really able to cast a spell with them, even though he understood it was just his fascination. "Absolutely. Meet you back here?" Anyone would have thought he was asking her out by the way his voice sounded and his expression at that moment-- but only for that moment. This was going better then he could have hoped, although he was still wary. What did she want from him? Company was always appreciated in a place like this, but even so... Arrow wasn't sure whether her intentions were good or not. He would keep his guard up. He would be careful. And, under no circumstances, would he turn his back on her... just in case. Here, you didn't turn your back on anyone. Here, you were careful. Thankfully Arrow was not a reckless cat, nor was he technically impolite. After all... being polite would get you places. He had learned that long ago, and now he stuck to it. Even as a young kit, Arrow had hated this place. As a trainee he had hated it more. And as a fighter now, he despised it. If even a young cat could hate the hellhole that was the Dusk Syndicate, it must be an awful place indeed.

(would you rather timeskip to tonight or take a break from Arrow and Ebony?)[/CENTER]

(sorry for the late reply, had some writer's block so i will timeskip now)

Ebony had quickly slunk away after the dismissal from Arrow. She still wanted to be hopeful, but she had very little trust and the conversation had left her mind spinning. She wasn't the best at reading social cues and couldn't decide whether or not he genuinely wanted to spend time with her. At the same time she felt that desperate young cat within her surge forward in hopes of recruiting a companion. The two sides together made her head ache when she went to sleep, or rather closed her eyes and spun through the conversation about twenty times before falling into a restless sleep.

The lithe black feline didn't feel much better when she woke at sunset either. At first she sprung into a quick panic, thinking that it was a little too dark out and she might be late, but once she had her head out the den entrance she realized that she was fine. There was still maybe a half hour of daylight left, not that she truly knew it that precisely, Ebony simply knew she had some time more than she had other nights. Which meant that she could be first to her stump hopefully waiting. She liked her chest a few times before picking up a brisk pace over to her spot in the clearing. She needed a few minutes of grooming to get her sleep-matted pelt back to its glossy state.

Her mismatched eyes happily settled upon her empty stump, but once again she remained at its base. The weather was warm now, full on green leaf. She wouldn't need the dryness of her stump for awhile now. The charcoal feline stretched out on her side and set to work quickly. She liked to impress with her looks, so she wanted every hair in place by the time Arrow showed up. Though that could be any second. Which had her in a bit of a fluster as she was still unsure of his intentions. Though she was also eager in case he was a more sensible cat than most around here.

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Cassius, just glad to have something to do, followed everything Dinivan was telling him. Pulling a prank, best idea he had heard. He watched as Don searched around for something then told him to go to the flowers. Twitching his whiskers in uncertainty, he approached them. He bent down and inhaled, their petite and sweet smell disgusted him. "Ick, do I have to? I don't want to smell like flowers, p'yuck!" He called to Donovan, nose wrinkled in disgust. He hesitated a moment longer and then stepped into them. He knew he probably looked really dumb, playing in flowers. Son of the False King and here he was playing in the flowers. Hopefully Onyx didn't choose to come back from whatever at this moment. After a moment of getting himself covered in sweet scents and pollen, he headed back to his friend, an unhappy frown on his face. "I reek." He stated bluntly. "But yeah, I'll go get them." He turned ti leave and was already a few steps away when he called something else out. "Wha?" He called, then getting an understanding and being able to comprehend it he responded. "Oh uh, yeah I think so, if not I'll sniff it out." He said before trotting off to grab the fronds and ferns, leaving Donovan to eager whatever he needed.

Donovan laughed at Cassius' hesitation. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the scent soon enough. And after we finish our little... Project, you can go wash off in the stream over there." The Abyssian meowed, flicking his ears towards what was more of a spring on the other end of the clearing. He stepped into the flowers himself, shaking his pelt a bit, then he stepped out. "You're supposed to." He meowed to the younger cat's next statement, rolling his eyes in a little exasperation, a little humor. Donovan watched as Cassius walked away to gather the ferns, confirming as well that he would find the nest. The older tom then headed to just outside of camp, where cats usually made their dirt. He clawed together a bunch of brambles that were on the bush nearby, skillfully placing his paws on the parts of the branches that did not pave thorns. This just showed how much Donovan worked with brambles. He dragged them back into camp, staying in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, and dropping them behind a bush. He then say and waited for Cassius, his olive green eyes scanning the clearing for sugns of snooping cats.

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by woly

"Leaving isnt a surprise to me honestly, I might leave myself." The smaller tom confessed. After the battle with Skyclan he honestly could get were the clan was coming from. We wandered on their land repetitively, and for what? To cause trouble? We had perfectly good land with their own borders, there was no reason to rile other clans up. But he was surprised him of all cats would leave. He seemed content with the life around him, but he couldnt help but agree with Han about the shambles of the Syndicates future. He nodded at his question,"Countless were injured, and with such strict rules and not knowing to much as a healer, I couldnt saved everycat. Its a shame.." his voice was softer as he stared at the ground. He wished he knew more, such as the clans med cats. He wished he could just have one visit to them to learn more. he was thirsty for information, wanting to help his group to survive. "Countless died at my paws because I only know so much, if anything.

"I figured I wouldn't be the only cat thinking about abandoning this place." The tom meowed simply enough as the healer also confessed that they had been contemplating leaving the Syndicate.
The tip of Hannibal's tail flicked as he looked over Percival again, picking up that the tom was upset, likely over how the Syndicate had been acting. While Hannibal himself wasn't upset, he wasn't fond of how loosely structured the Syndicate had gotten. These cats, they killed for no reason, and intruded on their land for no reason. Now if there was a reason behind it? Hannibal wouldn't mind, but for him, all of this was senseless and without purpose. He had killed Skyclan cats in order to gather information about their fighting style and had trespassed to gather important information on their land, should he ever need to intrude again in the future. There was reasoning behind what he did, there always was.
"I see.. But then again, if they were capable of being killed by clan cats,
or rather so gravely injured that they were close to death, is there a reason why they should be saved?" Questioned the tom, his look of friendliness beginning to drop into a monotone, expressionless face. "I wouldn't suggest feeling empathy for cats like them, they likely were the cause of the battle in the first place."

[Teza]

@Raine;

Bloody-amber eyes gazed across the clearing, curious to see what was going on. Hunters brought in loads of prey for the syndicate while seemingly worthless healers brought different herbs back and went to heal those who bore new trophies known as scars. Tyche wondered if she would ever have anything so barbaric. She, like her mother, preferred using her looks to get what she wants, though she isn't afraid to show her claws. Maybe her brother had anything fun to do. She then started glancing about, looking for her fraternal twin.