//augh weak i'm sorry
When, out of the blue, clusters of rogues across the continent begin to band together and form rules, it's hard not to notice. Scents around certain areas became unusually strong, and although the markers started out as random and ever-changing in scent, after some time, it all began to meld together into one. Each new group, new Clan,
was organizing itself more and more, accustoming themselves to life with other people and life with trust.
Starrynight was one of four new leaders, head of the group that had come to be known as the Ascendants. Did he know what he was doing? Hardly. He paced in the room he had chosen for himself constantly, worrying if he was right for the job he had carved out for himself. He had gathered together the lone creatures dwelling in the plains. He became their leader. Failure was not an option.
Word had spread about a meeting between leaders. Who had been the first to suggest it? Why was it here, on Typhoon lands? (That was what it was called, right)? Oh, nevermind.
Typhoon Observers - he didn't know what their members were called - flanked him on both sides, leading him to the towering lighthouse. The white feline's neck craned to continue gazing at the top, his jaws parted in awe, which then spread into an excited grin. Paws shuffled excitedly on the grass, dusting the grass and dirt with an odd glitter. Next to him, one of the guards yelped before glaring at the rivaling leader. Starrynight flinched apologetically. "Sorry! Sorry! Really sorry! Did I shock you? I didn't mean to. I'm just really excited! This place is beautiful. What is this thing called?"
The childish leader's flurry of speech was ignored.
The flanking warriors halted abruptly at the door, looking at each other in a hidden look of exasperation and contempt before they opened the door. Starrynight looked around in wonder, stepping past the threshold. Magenta eyes flickered behind him, expecting the two to be following, but the door slammed shut, leaving him alone. His heartbeat quickened.
Glowing forepaws took two tentative steps forward. His claws had subconsciously unsheathed, and the click against the metal floow brought a shiver running down his spine. With a deep breath, the feline's head tipped upward to stare at the spiraling staircase above him, further rooting the fears embedding themselves into his mind. His steps started slowly, but rapidly became faster. Soon enough Starrynight was tearing up the stairs, breaths coming out in ragged gasps with tears pricking at his eyes.
The Astral Seraph had to skid to a halt to avoid slamming into it, sides heaving as he desperately wiped at his face. There. See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Starrynight took slow breaths, calming himself down as he dried his eyes and tried to compose himself. Meeting the other leaders was a big deal, wasn't it?
With another breath, he nudged the door with his shoulder as he entered the room. Waiting for him were two rather unhappy looking cats glaring on, one scrawny, brown, and disheveled, the other powerful with a brightly colored pelt. With a blink of his stinging eyes, Starrynight padded forward, placing a smile on his maw. "Hello! I'm Starrynight, leader of the Ascendants. You two are?"
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