Dusk Syndicate Territory

[Fawn]

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[Doom]

@fenic!

Dawn slowly puzzled its way into the sky, chasing away the dark night colors as the grey sky turned orange. Cats of the Dusk Syndicate scurried into their dens and they took the signal that their night time rave was over. As for Renn, he took this signal as a perfect time to meet up with Lucifren. Padding just outside camp, the Commander took a seat in a shady area and began to groom his sleek black fur. He proposed an important to question toward Just Luci a couple nights ago - although it was pretty obvious the Fighter was more than willing to become a Guard. And that was pleasing. Renn purred as the morning light spilled onto the forest floor and over his pelt. There were no clouds last night; therefore the sun came early. The black oriental decided to lay out onto his belly, flexing his claws as he reached out into a satisfying stretch. His tongue curled into a yawn while he spoke to himself. "Stupid mornings...they make me drowsy."
Once comfortable, Renn decided to think about his recent 'friend' that he'd made. Lucifren has oddly made a positive influence on Renn. He loved being around them for some reason. Normally the Commander would care less about who he "likes" and "dislikes", but recently he'd noticed a slight change in his attitude toward Just Luci. Did he...fancy them? Renn's large pink ears drew back in disbelief. No way. Perhaps he just shares a comforting connection between them - like a really good friendship? It was still hard to believe, though. Hard to believe that it was just a good friendship. Lucifren asked him an odd question during their dinner. It was about love. Why would they ask him about such a thing? Were they having feelings? Was Renn having feelings? Everything seemed a little too far-fetched to mark fact. Why did this even bother him?
Renn became uncomfortable. Usually he wouldn't mind going into deep detail about things, but this topic was ridiculous; load of badger droppings. Trying to push the thought away, the Commander lifted his head to try and spot Luci. Were they even coming? The sun is rising. Maybe Renn kept his hopes up too high. He frowned in disappointment and then slowly licked his backside, trying to fix those last few spots of unflattened fur. They'll come. They got to...right?

[Hexict]

@Owl


The black and aqua cat looked from Cleo then towards Church as she introduced them. He started to relax at this point. He perked up at the name of the area. "I've never heard of it," he admitted truthfully. Seeing that Cleo had answered truthfully, Lavernius decided to answer her question. "I'm from a place not too far from here... there are a lot of humans there though," since he had grown up with the twolegs, that's what he called them, but he hadn't really been a house-pet so they weren't housefolk to him... just humans. The young tom watched Cleo for a moment. "What is the 'Dusk Syndicate'? Are there other cats?" Lavernius' orange orbs glanced around the territory as if expected to suddenly see other cats walking around - but there weren't.

[Owl]

Originally Posted by Hexict

@Owl


The black and aqua cat looked from Cleo then towards Church as she introduced them. He started to relax at this point. He perked up at the name of the area. "I've never heard of it," he admitted truthfully. Seeing that Cleo had answered truthfully, Lavernius decided to answer her question. "I'm from a place not too far from here... there are a lot of humans there though," since he had grown up with the twolegs, that's what he called them, but he hadn't really been a house-pet so they weren't housefolk to him... just humans. The young tom watched Cleo for a moment. "What is the 'Dusk Syndicate'? Are there other cats?" Lavernius' orange orbs glanced around the territory as if expected to suddenly see other cats walking around - but there weren't.

Cleo's head tilted and a dark expression washed over her face when the tom mentioned humans. She hated humans and vowed never to go near them again. When her and her brother, Vasilli, were on their own, two small humans dressed in all black and looked very different from the other humans, tortured them for a short period. Vasilli and Cleo managed to escape but not before they had scars on their bodies. The scars were now hidden by their pelts that thankfully grew back but Cleo will never forget what they had gone through. Looking back at Lavernius, she nodded curtly at his words. "Well the Dusk Syndicate is a gang, a group, a colony, whatever you want to call it of rogues, kittypets, loners, you name it. However, these cats are more sinister than most. Though we have three roles here: Fighter, Hunter, and Healer. It ranks strongest to weakest in that order. Me and mister tough guy over there..." She paused to look at the semi-freaked out tom with an eye roll, "are Fighters." The beautiful pale Bengal fae flicked her ears at the younger tom. "There are a lot of cats here." Cleo then turned her head toward the direction of camp. "Because we found you on the territory, we will have to bring you back with us. Renn would be very intrigued to see such a handsome tom such as yourself." She glanced at Church wondering if the tom would ever gain his composure again.

[Fel]

Originally Posted by SilverNight

@fenic!

Dawn slowly puzzled its way into the sky, chasing away the dark night colors as the grey sky turned orange. Cats of the Dusk Syndicate scurried into their dens and they took the signal that their night time rave was over. As for Renn, he took this signal as a perfect time to meet up with Lucifren. Padding just outside camp, the Commander took a seat in a shady area and began to groom his sleek black fur. He proposed an important to question toward Just Luci a couple nights ago - although it was pretty obvious the Fighter was more than willing to become a Guard. And that was pleasing. Renn purred as the morning light spilled onto the forest floor and over his pelt. There were no clouds last night; therefore the sun came early. The black oriental decided to lay out onto his belly, flexing his claws as he reached out into a satisfying stretch. His tongue curled into a yawn while he spoke to himself. "Stupid mornings...they make me drowsy."

Once comfortable, Renn decided to think about his recent 'friend' that he'd made. Lucifren has oddly made a positive influence on Renn. He loved being around them for some reason. Normally the Commander would care less about who he "likes" and "dislikes", but recently he'd noticed a slight change in his attitude toward Just Luci. Did he...fancy them? Renn's large pink ears drew back in disbelief. No way. Perhaps he just shares a comforting connection between them - like a really good friendship? It was still hard to believe, though. Hard to believe that it was just a good friendship. Lucifren asked him an odd question during their dinner. It was about love. Why would they ask him about such a thing? Were they having feelings? Was Renn having feelings? Everything seemed a little too far-fetched to mark fact. Why did this even bother him?
Renn became uncomfortable. Usually he wouldn't mind going into deep detail about things, but this topic was ridiculous; load of badger droppings. Trying to push the thought away, the Commander lifted his head to try and spot Luci. Were they even coming? The sun is rising. Maybe Renn kept his hopes up too high. He frowned in disappointment and then slowly licked his backside, trying to fix those last few spots of unflattened fur. They'll come. They got to...right?

Lucifren had stepped out of their own den quietly by the time Renn was up, and the newly-appointed Guard blinked their eyes lazily as they rose to their feet. They weren't very timely in their awakening, having slept in late for somebody of their rank, but the cat was just getting used to the new duties they had to tend to, like escorting Fighters and Hunters on trips out into the territory and protectiong the Syndicate's camp from intruders. They'd smelled a strange cat around here just last night, but ignored the scent, as it had mingled with Dusk Syndicate smell as well- They must've been taken care of already. Flinching just a bit as they thought of this mystery cat possibly being killed, they didn't have any more time to react to the idea- another thought was already flooding Luci's mind, and it was that they'd promised to meet Renn outside, for a morning patrol. Oh gosh, I'm late! I'm late for an absolutely important date! Letting their fur bristle in a sudden panic, Lucifren's amber eyes gleamed in the bright rays of the sun as they raced out of camp, their large and powerful paws easily sending them across the territory with ease, and the cat scented around for any sign of their Commander.
As they searched frantically, Lucifren finally caught sight of the brown-pelted oriental, and gave a sigh of relief as they sprinted through a row of dense bushed to the cat, wincing slightly from the force it took to run through all the shrubbery on their own. "S-Sorry I'm late!" Luci exclaimed, their tail still bushed up from the anxiety their timing had caused, though they hoped to hide how nervous they felt when meeting Renn again. Why don't I feel this around any other cats- I'm not nervous because I'm scared, but for some sort of different reason... like I don't want to embarrass myself in front of him, like he makes me feel happy- even though I'm late to our patrol. Shaking off the leaves scattered around their fur awkwardly, the Guard shuffled their paws quietly as they tried to wait for the Commander to start speaking, since they didn't know what to talk about or what to do right now- they barely seemed to know how to do anything but stand there, frozen and in awe of how their new friend made them feel. Mouse-dung! Why do I have to be so stupid sometimes- can't I just be normal? Luci tried to stay calm, but it was quite obvious they were distracted as they stood, waiting.

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Renn smirked once he heard the sudden pitter patter of Lucifren's familiar pawsteps in the distance. He watched as the Guard scrambled out from between some shrubs, panting and obviously in a hurry. Renn chuckled as he gracefully stood. "About time, floof-face." He teased, flickering his tail in amusement. He helped Just Luci swish the leaves away, then purred into a proper greeting. "'Morning. Ready for the patrol?" Their awkwardness began to return, although it sent a "warm feeling" of admiration throughout Renn. He found Luci's staggering sort of hilarious; even somewhat flattering. Although this could be Just Luci being natural - the idea of having someone get nervous around yourself is just great.
The commander readied himself and padded off toward the very edges of the Syndicate. Morning was finally official, spreading daylight throughout the land. Everything looked different at this time. Almost pretty. Of corse he preferred the coolness of moonlight, he enjoyed seeing the illuminating rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. Yet he was still sleepy, which was annoying. Trying to perk himself up, Renn looked over his shoulders to spot Luci. "So how do you like being a Guard?" The brownish-black oriental asked. "I'll be announcing your position soon. Hopefully you're enjoying the upgrade? Nothing too tricky of a job, I hope." His green orbs sparkled intriguingly while he gazed down at his dear friend. Their colorful fur was appealing to Renns eye. He always liked colorful pelts, he envied them, wishing that his own pelt could be a little more appealing. And Luci's pelt has recently been his favorite to look at.
Renn snapped out of his trance, deciding to blankly stare at his own boring paws for a moment. Since when was he so interested in someones pelt? Making himself uncomfortable, the Commander cleared his throat and took a quick scan of his surroundings. They were on a patrol, after all. Not some silly private walk. Or date. Right? "There haven't been much Clan activity recently. Makes me wonder." He forced out some random topic, trying to fill the silences. He didn't want this to be awkward - even if that might be practically impossible around Lucifren. Renn still wanted to believe there were no feelings. Perhaps he was still spooked by Just Luci the other night. That conversation about love has been on his mind for a while now, almost too long. Without thinking, Renn allowed himself to bring the topic back up. "Can I ask you something?"

[Hexict]

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Cleo's head tilted and a dark expression washed over her face when the tom mentioned humans. She hated humans and vowed never to go near them again. When her and her brother, Vasilli, were on their own, two small humans dressed in all black and looked very different from the other humans, tortured them for a short period. Vasilli and Cleo managed to escape but not before they had scars on their bodies. The scars were now hidden by their pelts that thankfully grew back but Cleo will never forget what they had gone through. Looking back at Lavernius, she nodded curtly at his words. "Well the Dusk Syndicate is a gang, a group, a colony, whatever you want to call it of rogues, kittypets, loners, you name it. However, these cats are more sinister than most. Though we have three roles here: Fighter, Hunter, and Healer. It ranks strongest to weakest in that order. Me and mister tough guy over there..." She paused to look at the semi-freaked out tom with an eye roll, "are Fighters." The beautiful pale Bengal fae flicked her ears at the younger tom. "There are a lot of cats here." Cleo then turned her head toward the direction of camp. "Because we found you on the territory, we will have to bring you back with us. Renn would be very intrigued to see such a handsome tom such as yourself." She glanced at Church wondering if the tom would ever gain his composure again.

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Church remained silent as the two spoke, still unsure what to do in this situation and being terrible with younger cats. Though Lavernius listened to Cleo as stiffened slightly as she said that he had to go with them. Part of him wanted to run - sinister? It didn't sound like something he wanted to get involved with. But still... he didn't really have a place to go, and he was a bit curious about this Dusk Syndicate that Cleo was speaking of. He was hesitant to really say anything for a bit, and decided to just nod. The black and aqua tom didn't know what else to do. He was sure that if he tried to leave, than Church and Cleo would have to track him down, but he wasn't their enemy, and he wasn't one for fighting, so he went with the simplest solution. As the molly glanced back at Church, so did Lavernius, still uncertain about the tom that had originally found him and seemed... really strange. But as long as he wasn't going to hurt him, it was alright.

[Fel]

Originally Posted by SilverNight

Renn smirked once he heard the sudden pitter patter of Lucifren's familiar pawsteps in the distance. He watched as the Guard scrambled out from between some shrubs, panting and obviously in a hurry. Renn chuckled as he gracefully stood. "About time, floof-face." He teased, flickering his tail in amusement. He helped Just Luci swish the leaves away, then purred into a proper greeting. "'Morning. Ready for the patrol?" Their awkwardness began to return, although it sent a "warm feeling" of admiration throughout Renn. He found Luci's staggering sort of hilarious; even somewhat flattering. Although this could be Just Luci being natural - the idea of having someone get nervous around yourself is just great.
The commander readied himself and padded off toward the very edges of the Syndicate. Morning was finally official, spreading daylight throughout the land. Everything looked different at this time. Almost pretty. Of corse he preferred the coolness of moonlight, he enjoyed seeing the illuminating rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. Yet he was still sleepy, which was annoying. Trying to perk himself up, Renn looked over his shoulders to spot Luci. "So how do you like being a Guard?" The brownish-black oriental asked. "I'll be announcing your position soon. Hopefully you're enjoying the upgrade? Nothing too tricky of a job, I hope." His green orbs sparkled intriguingly while he gazed down at his dear friend. Their colorful fur was appealing to Renns eye. He always liked colorful pelts, he envied them, wishing that his own pelt could be a little more appealing. And Luci's pelt has recently been his favorite to look at.
Renn snapped out of his trance, deciding to blankly stare at his own boring paws for a moment. Since when was he so interested in someones pelt? Making himself uncomfortable, the Commander cleared his throat and took a quick scan of his surroundings. They were on a patrol, after all. Not some silly private walk. Or date. Right? "There haven't been much Clan activity recently. Makes me wonder." He forced out some random topic, trying to fill the silences. He didn't want this to be awkward - even if that might be practically impossible around Lucifren. Renn still wanted to believe there were no feelings. Perhaps he was still spooked by Just Luci the other night. That conversation about love has been on his mind for a while now, almost too long. Without thinking, Renn allowed himself to bring the topic back up. "Can I ask you something?"

Bunching their tail-fur up suddenly at the sound of being called a 'floof-face', Lucifren tried to remind themselves that it was just a term of affection, only a simple greeting- H-he's not teasing me, at least not with cruel intent, I think. I know what cruel intent really is. Gulping as Renn continued to talk, he seemed so confident in his words, almost like he knew what was right and wrong. Nodding eagerly for the question of being ready for the patrol, the Commander's second question was a bit harder to answer. "It's great- not too much has happened, but there's a bit of clan scent on the bo-" As soon as Renn started to talk about the absence of clan markings on their territory, they realized their discovery was probably just a dream, or an unconcious grab for success, the tricolored cat shook their head slowly. "Nevermind... probably just a hallucination." It was already unnerving them, how amazing the tom in front of them was. He was absolutely kind, but also wise- he knew when he needed to fight, and fought well. Renn was admirable, and it was a no-brainer that almost all the Dusk Syndicate liked him- this was never the case for Luci, however. They were always a bulky and strong cat, able to take on some versatile opponents and come out alive. They were strong, surely- but this Guard was also a shy, mild-mannered cat who always got nervous about something, never fitting in with their peers- but with Renn, this is where 'Just Luci' belonged. Their ears perking again at Renn's next question, as they felt obliged to answer it. "Y-Yeah, sure!"

[Owl]

Originally Posted by Hexict

[ QUOTE=Owl;570]

Cleo's head tilted and a dark expression washed over her face when the tom mentioned humans. She hated humans and vowed never to go near them again. When her and her brother, Vasilli, were on their own, two small humans dressed in all black and looked very different from the other humans, tortured them for a short period. Vasilli and Cleo managed to escape but not before they had scars on their bodies. The scars were now hidden by their pelts that thankfully grew back but Cleo will never forget what they had gone through. Looking back at Lavernius, she nodded curtly at his words. "Well the Dusk Syndicate is a gang, a group, a colony, whatever you want to call it of rogues, kittypets, loners, you name it. However, these cats are more sinister than most. Though we have three roles here: Fighter, Hunter, and Healer. It ranks strongest to weakest in that order. Me and mister tough guy over there..." She paused to look at the semi-freaked out tom with an eye roll, "are Fighters." The beautiful pale Bengal fae flicked her ears at the younger tom. "There are a lot of cats here." Cleo then turned her head toward the direction of camp. "Because we found you on the territory, we will have to bring you back with us. Renn would be very intrigued to see such a handsome tom such as yourself." She glanced at Church wondering if the tom would ever gain his composure again.

Church remained silent as the two spoke, still unsure what to do in this situation and being terrible with younger cats. Though Lavernius listened to Cleo as stiffened slightly as she said that he had to go with them. Part of him wanted to run - sinister? It didn't sound like something he wanted to get involved with. But still... he didn't really have a place to go, and he was a bit curious about this Dusk Syndicate that Cleo was speaking of. He was hesitant to really say anything for a bit, and decided to just nod. The black and aqua tom didn't know what else to do. He was sure that if he tried to leave, than Church and Cleo would have to track him down, but he wasn't their enemy, and he wasn't one for fighting, so he went with the simplest solution. As the molly glanced back at Church, so did Lavernius, still uncertain about the tom that had originally found him and seemed... really strange. But as long as he wasn't going to hurt him, it was alright.[/QUOTE]

@Hexict

Cleo flicked her ears in irritation as she padded closer to Church and proded him in the shoulder with her paw, claws unsheathed lightly poking him with her sharp, hooked claws. "Church." She said sternly, with narrowed ocean depths. "You need to snap out of it, you found him so he is essentially your responsibility." The she-cat shrugged as she gazed at the young tom with a small smile. Her personality seemed to switch to a different one as she spoke to the young tom and then Church. "Are you going to come with us?" The she-cat asked Lavernius carefully as she studied him, she still had her nice, calm expression but there was a warning in her gaze as if daring him to try and get away. He would cause the two to get into trouble if they just let him go.

[Hexict]

As she prodded him, the silver tabby blinked and turned towards Cleo. Even before she finished what he was saying, the tom was trying to stop her. "Are you kidding? I can't do kids, that's a commitment I'm not ever willing to make!" He winced slightly as he realized that Lavernius could hear him, so he lowered his voice. "Look, I don't really want to deal with it - I mean look at him, he's probably an annoying little brat like all the other kits," he mewed, but knew that Cleo wouldn't really be listening to him and would rather actually ignore his words.


Lavernius flattened his ears as he heard Church yelling about not wanting to take him in. His amber orbs watched as the tabby lowered his voice so that the younger tom wouldn't hear him, but Lavernius was able to perk his ears and hear him mumbling to Cleo. When the molly turned towards him and asked if he was coming, the young cat had to think about it for a moment, hesitant to make a quick decision. "Okay," he finally agreed to go with them, though he threw a glare at Church as he answered, and the older tom narrowed his own orbs.