[Mr_Possessive]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nephthys's multicolored gaze met with Ares' for a moment. She was somewhat shocked by the Crown's decision, but that was final. "Yes Ares," the queen mewed, a sharp look to the new initiate in front of her.

Post Report

Nephthys' eyes followed Ares' own when the Crown locked onto the lazy lump of fur in the clearing. The she-cat growled under her breath, and when Ares' told them to clear the center, she signaled with her head to Lightning and Fossa to move. The she-cat then turned to the new initiate. "Follow me," she mewed coolly.

The queen led the tom to the edge of the clearing, looking in on what was happening. The lazy furball was being punished for wasting the tribes resources and not contributing back. "Good riddance," the queen mewed coldly. "This is what you're joining. If you slip up and put yourself before the tribe, your best case scenario will be permanent exile,"
Nephthys mewed.

@Rowan @Dizerel (Lightning Mention) @Idiotic.Bean101 (Fossa Mention)