Bone Crest Throne

[Wingnettle]

Blood
Atari healer
he/him | age unknown
Chill of Death




Blood watched calmly, coldlyxas the firsy punishment was set out by Area himself. He lashed his tail quietly, unbothered by the sight of scarlet liquid oozing out of Willow's soon-to-be-dead body. While the screams filled the air, he left briefly the sadistic sight to take a look at the other Atari cats. They were all silently watching, silently judging. Good.

His bones quivered. A chill run through his spine, his pelt pricked. He knew exactly the moment this innoble life ceased to exist.

When the body ceased to be warm, he padded up to Ares and rook and rested his tail tip on the Crown's shoulder. He whispered behind his ear, still watching the cruel sight: "Finally, you have accepted it. A Crown must do what they must... and you did it. An eerie, slight smile crossed the old Healer's muzzle. "Now, you have another important decision to make... he suggested, pointing at the crowd who had withdrawn from the clearing.

"... Your cats haven't reported to me for the herb patrols. The herb pile is empty, Ares... this means two things. One" he started, now raising his voice a bit so that the felines around could hear. "Every herb will now be rationed... and kept only for the Crown and the Healers. And two... these cats must learn another lesson." He stared at all of them, not looking into the Crown's eyes while he rested his cheek on his from behind... looking at them. Why in the world did he have to work for these lazy fleapelts?

@Rowan

[crow.]

Rook
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Champion ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/They | Claw | 29 moons | Atari
``Non Desitas- Non Exieris; No Retreat- No Surrender``

Purrks: Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE] Ultimate Predator [INACTIVE] HP; Sense [PERM ACTIVE] Just A Scratch [PERM ACTIVE]
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A slow, cruel smile formed as the blood drained out of the body, dipping into his white fur, staining it the dark red. Golden and green eyes shifted as his gaze turned towards Ares, who was soon accompanied by Blood. The healers own sadistic smile matched his own, his heterochromatic gaze slowly turning to the cats. Horror, judgment, uncertainty. The cocktail of emotions was delicious as he licked his chops.

Another punishment. That's the words Blood spoke. Rook's sharp gaze shifted over. "Blood, with all due respect. Prey is short enough, herbs even less so. Should it suit you, I will take two claws and three trappers to search for herbs. We will not return until we have them." Rooks aid, raising his head as his scrutinizing gaze stared at Blood, the smallest twinge of respect blatant in his lithe form.

"As much as I too enjoy seeing the blood spilt, the tribe is still struggling, the snowstorm will have desecrated any herbs that are near us."

He heard Shy Horse, grateful for Quiet Hail to be shielding his daughter from her bloody, deadly father. The truth.
@Rowan // @Wingnettle

[gs29513]

It was never enough for him, was it? Blood always had something else to say, some other smart comment to make. Blackbird had been rooted to the spot thus far, her shoulders pinching inwards as she watched the latest.....display. It made sense, in a way. There wasn't much prey to go around, given the snowstorm and the way newleaf meant all the prey was in hiding to raise their young, but it still felt harsh. Actually Blackbird would love to be anywhere else right now, but she wasn't fool enough to leave.

Leave, or look away, or do anything other than sit a sentinel as Ares and Blood lectured them on their responsibilities. And Rook, she supposed. Perhaps he'd be the next Claw of the Crown. It was none of the business to speculate, though, and she had no desire to tell anyone what was going on behind her wide, scared eyes. She didn't like the way Rook and Blood scanned the crowd, clearly judging. Hunting for any sign of weakness. She'd probably already given many, her sharp jolt at Willow's first cry chief among them. But there was no point in giving any more indications of frailties, even if she'd already offered a few. She was certain that their healer, at least, would have no qualms making an example out of her as well. (Open)

[Fenrir]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
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Nephthys's eyes narrowed as Blood's words began to get louder. Why had no cats reported back for herb patrols, she did not know. Nonetheless, there was enough bloodshed that had already happened, and trying to find herbs after this snowstorm was bound to be a failure. Rook suggested that he could take a patrol out to look now, a better option in the queens eyes, over Blood's want for another murder.

[Luna16]

Quiet Hail’s ears flattened at Blood's words, would she be included in this crusade? She had stepped forward when Blood called for the patrols, but her patrolmates never showed. And straying from the camp alone was not her idea of a good idea. But...perhaps she should have? Regardless, she continued to hold onto Shy Horse, comforting the young one as she continued to watch the proceedings, her gaze continuing to flicker between Blood, Rook, and Ares, now with a more guarded expression.

{ @Wingnettle - Blood }

[Castiel.]

SOUL
Small black cat with white vilitigo patches and a torn away mouth.

Respect is not earned it is taken

As the death of some cat who's name he had already begun to forget made the clan hush up and with blood's demand for herbs soul's gaze darkened slightly. Rook is right, we're going through harsh times right now and the storm hasn't made things any easier. Soul too a moment to thing about his next words. I will join the next herb patrol and if we find no herbs here we will go further than normal, see if there are any growing outside of where we normally look. He respectfully dipped his head towards the two higher ranks before returning his his attention to Rook. If you wouldn't mind id like to join the patrol if it's allowed.

@crow. @Rowan @Wingnettle

[crow.]

Rook
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Champion ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/They | Claw | 28 moons | Atari
``Non Desitas- Non Exieris; No Retreat- No Surrender``

Purrks: Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE] Ultimate Predator [INACTIVE] HP; Sense [PERM ACTIVE] Just A Scratch [PERM ACTIVE]
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Rook looked at Soul, blinking for a moment. He hadn't personally met this small cat, but he was intrigued. "I appreciate the offer, I will take that into consideration, for now I will take another patrol out, if you'd like to join that." He nodded, looking at him. The muscular tom was so different yet similar to Soul, scarred and disfigured, yet so brilliantly willing to take respect.
@Castiel.