Dusk Syndicate Clearing

[The Cannibal]

@wolybro

Like usual, since he wasn't out doing his duties, having likely already done them, the infamous dark grey tom had settled himself at the edge of the clearing, his forepaw's neatly extended and his tail tucked tidily at his side, claws unsheathed as usual.
He had gone out on a patrol this morning, as was usual for a fighter and unfortunately a cat refused to join and so Hannibal did the honors of ending the cats life. Of course he'd be paying a visit back to it later, but for now, he laid in that dark section of the clearing, letting the sun warm his dark back. It would likely give him a pleasant feeling if he had the ability to conceive or show emotion, but unfortunately that was not the case and he was as apathetic as usual.
Finding no cat of interest that grabs his gaze, the tom instead carefully went about grooming his chest, his spinned tongue raking out several crusted bits of dried blood that had splattered there earlier, the irony taste dusting his mouth and the faint taste of fear, a soft rasping filling the air as he made good work of cleaning the remains of the patrol off of him, though his paws were still plenty bloody. At least he couldn't be questioned about where it came from this time around, he had witnesses to testify it was not, in fact, a member of the Syndicate nor a clan cat {as they were not supposed to have interactions with the clans at the time}. Not that Hannibal would particularly care about being questioned anyways, no cat really seemed to be brave enough to question his actions nor where the blood came from when he came back with it. It was a good choice on their part, but I digress. And so the dark tom laid there, carefully grooming his chest free of blood.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

@wolybro

Like usual, since he wasn't out doing his duties, having likely already done them, the infamous dark grey tom had settled himself at the edge of the clearing, his forepaw's neatly extended and his tail tucked tidily at his side, claws unsheathed as usual.
He had gone out on a patrol this morning, as was usual for a fighter and unfortunately a cat refused to join and so Hannibal did the honors of ending the cats life. Of course he'd be paying a visit back to it later, but for now, he laid in that dark section of the clearing, letting the sun warm his dark back. It would likely give him a pleasant feeling if he had the ability to conceive or show emotion, but unfortunately that was not the case and he was as apathetic as usual.
Finding no cat of interest that grabs his gaze, the tom instead carefully went about grooming his chest, his spinned tongue raking out several crusted bits of dried blood that had splattered there earlier, the irony taste dusting his mouth and the faint taste of fear, a soft rasping filling the air as he made good work of cleaning the remains of the patrol off of him, though his paws were still plenty bloody. At least he couldn't be questioned about where it came from this time around, he had witnesses to testify it was not, in fact, a member of the Syndicate nor a clan cat {as they were not supposed to have interactions with the clans at the time}. Not that Hannibal would particularly care about being questioned anyways, no cat really seemed to be brave enough to question his actions nor where the blood came from when he came back with it. It was a good choice on their part, but I digress. And so the dark tom laid there, carefully grooming his chest free of blood.

Now that it was more, spring weather it was easier for the hairless cat to leave the healers den. While the weather used to be painstakingly cold, it was more warm, maybe a chilling breeze, but nothing he couldn't handle. He was planning to tour the camp, grazing his eyes upon anycat with injuries to see if they needed anything,or perhaps to patch anybody up that refused to come into the healers den. Green hues glazed over the clearing, his large,dome like ears twitching at the sounds of cats chatting away. He was a good tracker, and he knew the scent of blood from miles away. He followed the scent aimlessly, his nose twitching a bit until his sight set on the tom infront of him. He gulped. There had been rumors of this cat,Hannibal,but he didn't listen to them despite what cats had told him. he could see his blood stained paws and chest,but didn't see one claw mark on his pelt. He figured,them being the dusk syndicate and all, that there had been a killing. Though he wanted to make sure of the sort, so he approached him. When it came to his duties he wasn't shy about them, unlike the rest of the time. His paws moved forward to the shaded part of the clearing where the tom lay, and approached him. "Do you have any injuries you need taken care of for? I could smell the scent of blood from my nest." his voice was small, squeaky like, though he held some confidence in his words. Im sure its not his blood hes cleaning off.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Nighty

The Savannah was about to head back if aging, not wanting to be something that cats were just staring at. The tom across the way had t been the first cat to just sit and stare. The Tim cat found it sort of creepy, and disturbing that cats felt the need to sit there and stare at their peers. Grumbling softly to himself, he changed his paws and began making his way toward the entrance. Out of the corner of his cold yellow hues, he saw movement, the cat who had been watching him was approaching. Not really in a mood to talk with a cat who had just moments ago, been sitting staring at him, he quickened his pace, but wasn't fast enoygh. The other tom cat caught up to him, much to Skbge's remorse. "Greetings." He meowed shortly, his head giving a curt nod. He had never met this tom and was ready to ask how he knew his name, but then, he was sure word had gotten out about what had gone down in the Clans and how he was the only one left. "Is there something you need from me?" He questioned, his voice tense and short.

The egyptian mau felt a surge of curiosity rushing through him as he approached Singe. The longer Hades had an interaction with the savannah, the more interesting he found him. Amusement glimmered in his pale green hues as he reached the tom.
This was a first. Cats had found him creepy and ignored him in times before this one, but the fighter had never had someone run away from a nice conversation. This Singe was an intriguing cat, and Hades just wanted to know more about him. A deep chuckle left his throat he the savannah gave him a few curt words. "I wouldn't quite say I need anything from you. I just want to have a nice chat. There's nothing wrong with a bit of socializing now is there?" Hades replied, no emotions crossing his face. It was always blank when someone spoke to a cat like Hades. He didn't give anything away and he kept his expressions, thoughts and emotions all to himself. The fighter didn't require for anyone else to know what he was thinking. That would just ruin the fun in being mysterious.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by fenic!

"I didn't know that it was the job of a fighter to know things about others- honestly,I think thatmost of them are actually complete knuckleheads, judging by the way they act sometimes." Lilith scoffed, her eyes narrowing towards the molly as she stated that it was her job to know these intimate details. She didn't know about Blade's secret occupation as an assassin, somebody on the inside who was ready to kill whoever she was told. All she suspected was that she was exaggerating what she'd said to sound interesting. "Though it's nice that somebody cares enough to stalk me." She exclaimed, her voice coated in a thick layer of sarcasm. However, what the fighter than offered was intriguing- she'd said that she would be able to help, though she didn't know why she had to think wisely about it- she needed help, and so it would be idiotic of her not to accept the gesture. "And I'll accept it- I need all the help I can get, don't I?"

Blade allowed her amber hues to remain emotionless as she listened to Lillith. The fighter finally situated herself in front of the healer. Sitting down and allowing her tail to wrap around her paws. The she-cat didn't even question Blade's hint. Oh well, maybe she'll learn later, or maybe she won't. It might be better she didn't, the grey and white she-cat thought to herself for a moment before pushing all thoughts away. Allowing Lillith to finish speaking, she let a small smile cross her face before nodding slowly. "You sure do need a lot of help. I'll make sure you have some fun along the way though," Blade winked a little before letting a soft purr rumble from her throat. With that, Blade rose back to her paws. "So, do you have any questions? I feel like I've asked many, so it'd only be fair. Don't ya think?" a small chuckle left her body. "See, there I go again," Blade finished, waving her tail in the air behind her, her amber hues holding a strange light of amusement. Almost as if it weren't completely amusement hidden there.

[Ever]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

It wasn't often that another cat happened to catch Hannibal's eyes, but on occasion he found himself watching the interactions and demeanor's of others, taking quiet little notes down about how they acted so that maybe he could use it one day, or never use it at all. Regardless with his forepaws stretched out neatly in front of him, head raised though in a relatively relaxed position, his haunting gaze slowly traveling over each face and figure that was in the clearing at this very moment. Some cats his tabs were up to date, others he was missing information and others he certainly had some more observing and interacting to do. Ebony was one of those cats, he knew fairly little on her and, catching her figure, he decided that it would be good to start an interaction. See how she acted around him, the way she carried herself around a cat like him, how she would answer his questions, what answers she would give. Whether she would lie.
With the slightest flick of his tail, he watched her for a moment, from the place he lay near the edge of the clearing. He saw another tom approaching her, but he disregarded him. Tobias didn't matter currently, there could be another day for that. Slowly raising to his paws, the dark grey tom stretched carefully, his already unsheathed claws gleaming in the light that filtered through the tree's around them, clean, like always. Beginning his approach to the grooming female, his face remained as neutral as ever before a faint, empty smile touched his dark lips and once he was there, his smile looked genuine. Despite whether she knew about him or not, he looked like a completely reasonable cat right now, his smile didn't look fake, he actually looked quite.. Friendly.
"Greetings Ebony. The Syndicate treating you well I hope?" his meow pleasant, but the usual baritone note, one that could, if you were easily scared, could send a shiver down your spine.

Ebony's eyes had been trained on the tom off to her side. He was unusual and she rather liked their simple greeting and then letting each other groom. It almost seemed tolerable to her. Which was strange, she never ever instantly liked another cat; not around here. There were a few rare cases where she'd run into a loner and shown them mercy for being on syndicate territory, but that was only perhaps once of twice. Though she was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of approaching paw-steps. My,
it's quite a busy day today. She thought to herself with an inner chuckle, but it only took one glance at the approaching tom to feel a quick freeze go through her body.

It had been quite some time since they'd last spoken. She wasn't fond of having him anywhere near her to this day, all she could picture was his sickness and what he might be thinking as he scanned the clearing looking at the other cats. It disgusted her. Though she wouldn't let him think that he was so deeply wedged under her skin. Rather she let her eyes watch him through suspicious slits and continued her routine as though she wasn't bothered by his presence beside her. She paused from cleaning her chest to answer his question. "Fine of course." She responded, not bothering to ask how he was himself. She would rather not drag the conversation out if it were at all possible. Though she did meet his gaze with a steady mismatched look through her own blue and olive pair. It took a little effort to remind herself to keep her muscles relaxed, her fun flat and at ease. Around him, she changed into a much more worried and self-aware being. Every little movement that caught the corner of her eye called for distraction, but she didn't let herself trail away from Hannibal. Every little movement of her body, from her breathing to twitching her whiskers was thought out carefully as to not let him have any hint of her fears related to him.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Ever

Being naturally suspicious of others for some time now, Ebony continued to watch the tom out of the corner of her eye. She noticed when his ears flicked back at the noise of her cleaning her claws, though she wasn't sure to be annoyed or feel embarrassed by it. She liked to present herself as polite and sophisticated but at the same time claws needed cleaned and why should she care if the sound bothered him? Either way it didn't matter as she was quickly done and finished. Though the queue to be finished was when he gave a soft grunt of hello. The black molly couldn't remember what part of the Syndicate he belonged to, she separated the ranks into parts, it was just easier for her. So she couldn't make an effort to be overly friendly or open and rather decided to join the gesture with a simple 'hello' of her own in a soft voice. She didn't socialize much so her voice was usually on the quiet side, Ebony also liked that the softness typically caught cats around here off guard. Females of the syndicate seemed to come in two types, clingy or temperamental. She was neither, she liked her solitude but she wouldn't call herself unapproachable. A cat had to set her off for her to be angry.

The softness of the feline's voice took Arrow by surprise. Not the sort of 'jump up, fur bristling, claws unsheathed' surprise but the type where his hues got just a little wider and his expression flickered for a moment, the indifference and half-smile on it changing to a soft 'o' and looking more as though he were about to jump up at any minute. But he didn't. Staying still, Arrow glanced once more down at his paws. They were cleaner now-- they looked a little more as though he would want to be presented at the moment, which gave him a sense of satisfaction. And, after another moment, he brought his head back up to take a look at the darker colored female Sometimes, being polite meant being friendly. Though so far, the tom hadn't noticed anything like that about the darker feline. She seemed to like to keep to herself as much as he did, which meant a good-- and quiet-- morning. So far they were getting along fine. And, while Arrow very much doubted he would see the female again, he wouldn't have minded it... some cats seemed more bloodthirsty then others, and since she hadn't attacked him or forced him to move, he was already making assumptions that she was a better natured cat then them. The tip of his tail flicked and he glanced over at her again, giving her another quick glance-over. Something about her seemed familiar. But, knowing he couldn't have seen this particular cat before... where might he have seen either her or a cat that looked like her?

[ChameweonRainbow]

@Jay-Jay
The foggy gray tom stepped out into the misty dawn and open his maw to reveal his sharp teeth and breath in the crisp new-leaf air. With a content sigh, Needle gave a long stretch and then he sat down to groom himself. He sat licking gently around his neck and shoulder; the pale pink scars still tender from his latest... battle as you could say.
Needle looked out across the clearing that had begun to fill with the young green sprouts of spring. A small smile graced his maw, a true smile, free of malice or deceit. He hadn't felt this calm in a very long time.
"Oh, what's wrong with me! I'm getting too soft with this lack of action" The tom sighed. He had never been so safe or in a lack of hardship. Of course, nothing was easy in the Dusk Syndicate, but it sure beat living out on the barren crags of the distant horizons of the north.
Needle looked around the clearing hoping to spot his mate. "I never thought I would ever fall in love, or care about anything for that matter." He grumbled and gave a hissing chuckle. Shaking such sappy thoughts from his mind he set out to go and hunt down something for him and his mate.

[Aquarius]

Aquarius shook out her fur, emerging from the Hunter's den. The sun shone on her back but it wasn't completely welcome, for Aquarius strangely liked the feeling of the cold. Leaf-bare she enjoyed, not whatever this season was. She yawned and stretched, hoping one of the guards wouldn't notice her late awakening. If they did, who knows what would happen to her. The gray calico molly did her best to look awake and tried to avoid looking at the glaring sun. Stepping out further into camp her fluffy tail flicked, her amber gaze skirting the camp for any sign of another hunter that would be willing to go hunting with her. She'd probably have to go out alone, like usual, but she never stopped hoping that another one of the low-ranking cats would agree to hunt with her. Aquarius was not merely an evil cat, not a psychopath, but more of a sociopath. She knew when to have feelings, but she rarely had them. She'd seen cats die, and being raised the way she was raised, it hadn't affected her. She had seen mothers ripped away from her kits - she would look back without a second glance. That was what the Dusk Syndicate was about - feeling no remorse, an act she had perfected well. She was charming and relatively talkative, but in the presence of guards or the Commander she rarely spoke. She looked out over the camp one last time, with the last remaining skerrick of hope that another hunter had woken up late and was willing to tag-along to her patrol.

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by LostintheEchoes

Aquarius shook out her fur, emerging from the Hunter's den. The sun shone on her back but it wasn't completely welcome, for Aquarius strangely liked the feeling of the cold. Leaf-bare she enjoyed, not whatever this season was. She yawned and stretched, hoping one of the guards wouldn't notice her late awakening. If they did, who knows what would happen to her. The gray calico molly did her best to look awake and tried to avoid looking at the glaring sun. Stepping out further into camp her fluffy tail flicked, her amber gaze skirting the camp for any sign of another hunter that would be willing to go hunting with her. She'd probably have to go out alone, like usual, but she never stopped hoping that another one of the low-ranking cats would agree to hunt with her. Aquarius was not merely an evil cat, not a psychopath, but more of a sociopath. She knew when to have feelings, but she rarely had them. She'd seen cats die, and being raised the way she was raised, it hadn't affected her. She had seen mothers ripped away from her kits - she would look back without a second glance. That was what the Dusk Syndicate was about - feeling no remorse, an act she had perfected well. She was charming and relatively talkative, but in the presence of guards or the Commander she rarely spoke. She looked out over the camp one last time, with the last remaining skerrick of hope that another hunter had woken up late and was willing to tag-along to her patrol.

Moon watched Aquarius look around and finally stood and went up to her. "Hey," she meowed. "Want to hunt?"

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Spottedheart

Moon watched Aquarius look around and finally stood and went up to her. "Hey," she meowed. "Want to hunt?"

The molly turned around at the sound of her fellow Hunter Moon's voice, her ears pricking in relief. She sank her claws into the ground as she flicked her tail. "Sure," she replied, not sounding too enthusiastic. Hunting was not something she enjoyed doing, but it was the only rank to stay in until she rose. And that's what she was determined to do. She nodded at Moon before turning back and heading toward the camp entrance. "Where should we hunt?" She called quickly over her shoulder, her amber eyes dull. She had forgotten to ask where to hunt, the most simple question, and she silently bit her tongue in annoyance.