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@Celestial

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purr caught in her throat, a blue-furred molly strolled through the outside territories, searching for her next victim. birch-brown eyes flicked from side to side, watching, waiting. her casual movements gave nothing away, as she had practiced this so, so many times before. the dusk syndicate, while useless, proved to serve a great deal in her skill. even after they had been broken apart by some foolish attack. they should have known that they were outnumbered, even with weaknesses around the clans. those imbeciles would team up to drive away the dusk syndicate, leaving the inhabitants to find new homes, new lives as rogues. exiled from their own territory.
albeit being angry once it had first happened, the molly had calmed herself, simply shrugging whenever the topic was brought to her mind. it had been moons since they had been driven away, and she knew it was a worthless waste of time, focusing on what she could not change. she had lost many of her puppets, her slaves to mind games. of course, they weren't actually slaves, just cats that had been tricked into following her every order, unless they wanted to be killed.
fear had been stricken into those who chose to follow her. and, yet, she had not been very known within the dusk syndicate. she had only actually spoken to one cat, in which the simple memory of him had her gut churning with hatred. hannibal. she quickly shook her head with a displeased growl, ears flattening for a fraction of a beat. her paws froze on warm ground, tail lashing behind her. what use is it to dilly-dally on such pitiful topics? he is gone, that selfish excuse of a feline. i am now here, and i've come back to replace my throne.
the molly snorted with amusement, a smirk curving onto her maw. she began to move once again, replacing the psychopathic glint in her eyes with a kinder, more innocent mask. a need for blood clawed at her insides, screaming and yowling, trying to break free. soon. licking her lips, she sat down and looked around, trying to pinpoint her location. after a while, she gave up, and began to scent the area.
i am tamako, former hunter of the dusk syndicate. i kill for pleasure and will bend others to my will. they are useless to me, besides being players to my little games. but that was destroyed once the dusk syndicate was torn apart like a weak piece of prey. so, instead, i will climb up once more, and rule the forest. they will now bow down to me.
the molly, tamako, began to laugh, first starting as a snicker and growing to a cackle. she yowled with her laughter, disregarding the fact that she may be disturbing many others. who needed others, anyways? all she desired was the company of herself, and her soon-to-be followers.

[lio]

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@Celestial

[wren]

(( I can see toboe just annoying tamako by being so weird, like she's all about being a killer and toboe would be like ' ' cool ' ' than try to avoid her trying to use him and getting into a big mess about it XD sorry this is so short I still haven't found my laptop ))

The feeling was so right, the way the ground seemed to shift beneath his paws, the gentle rustle of the bare leaves above his head and the gentle hum of the bees getting out on the first day of the season. Toboe stalked forward his paws imprinting the shape of his paw into the damp earth leaving behind his mark. Ahead of him was the white fence, behind it was twoleg dens row on row infested with plump pampered cats, kittens really. the Tom stalked through the underbrush his pale green eyes analytical and full of excitement at the same time. He continued until he was standing at the brink of the water let off, the melting snow had been channeled into these small ditches with small tunnels leading to the next one. Created problems when coming in and out of the neighbourhood. the Tom stalked ther perimeter for a while study the shallow parts and links between them.
That's when his traveling eyes focused on the blue fur of another cat. His interest spiked but the way their lean body moved lead him to believe this wasn't just a kittypet. His long feathery tail gave an unimpressed lash and he turned toward to watch the cat stalk through he fronds of grass. He drew closer forgetting about the humans and trotting forward, a plastic smile replaced itself on his maw and chest puffed out.