Post by lambaste on Jul 10, 2016 16:10:38 GMT -6
Wise man's fears
There was a proper amount of decorum to it, rather necessary really; however it was all still quite new. Lambaste called together his group, the growing family of sorts where loyalty meant more than rank. He had stood in that same spot as before atop the branch. There wasn’t much else that worked as it did.
Then he had said something along the lines of “Everyone. If I could have your attention, please. The clans, as you may know, have this odd little tradition of meeting every full moon. Quite strange, really. But as their neighbors we shall honor it with a visit.” Lambaste had smiled coyly. They knew he was up to something. “You have until the moon is right above us to gather as much prey as you can carry. Make it fresh. We intend to set a good example, I won’t have filth representing us.”
That was that. When the moon was ripe he met them at the shallow waters where the river had evidently chosen to go another way and led the bunch to the dip by the road. It wasn’t his first trip. Mangle had been there very moon since, and Lambaste had made a point to follow. So when they arrived late it was a calculated late. It was precisely on time.
The group ringed the dip’s outer edge, circling just beyond the oaks. Lambaste would wait for them to be noticed. Let the clan cats quiet. Let them stare in awe and grow uncomfortable. Once there were he sauntered down the slope with a great deal of exaggerated swagger. He was king. Let them see.
“We come in peace, oh great Leaders of the Clans! I have brought food for you all.” A tail signal. It meant to dump the prey beneath the large, stone boulder at the clearing’s heart. “Now, if you’d be so kind, I think it only fair for me to join you.”
Then he had said something along the lines of “Everyone. If I could have your attention, please. The clans, as you may know, have this odd little tradition of meeting every full moon. Quite strange, really. But as their neighbors we shall honor it with a visit.” Lambaste had smiled coyly. They knew he was up to something. “You have until the moon is right above us to gather as much prey as you can carry. Make it fresh. We intend to set a good example, I won’t have filth representing us.”
That was that. When the moon was ripe he met them at the shallow waters where the river had evidently chosen to go another way and led the bunch to the dip by the road. It wasn’t his first trip. Mangle had been there very moon since, and Lambaste had made a point to follow. So when they arrived late it was a calculated late. It was precisely on time.
The group ringed the dip’s outer edge, circling just beyond the oaks. Lambaste would wait for them to be noticed. Let the clan cats quiet. Let them stare in awe and grow uncomfortable. Once there were he sauntered down the slope with a great deal of exaggerated swagger. He was king. Let them see.
“We come in peace, oh great Leaders of the Clans! I have brought food for you all.” A tail signal. It meant to dump the prey beneath the large, stone boulder at the clearing’s heart. “Now, if you’d be so kind, I think it only fair for me to join you.”
Proud man's fall
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