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After decades of turmoil the Clans have landed themselves here. They're finally ready to settle and live in comfort...sort of. While dreams of peace among the Clans may of been within a paw's reach a time or two, it's now on the back burner so to speak. The Clans are fighting for even the smallest things, like the right to see the next morning, struggling against the climate, outside threats, the other clans, and even themselves. Only time will tell what these cats will amount to.
Slender legs carried the serval into his den, carrying bunches of moss held loosely in his strong jaws, trailing bits of the leafy plant behind him. He dropped what he carried into a little rounded nest and curled into it to press it down with his body. After laying down however, he decided against getting up. His eyes opened and shut lazily as he simply gazed around his den, thinking.
A sandy spotted she-cat sat at the entrance to her leader's den, debating on weather or not to enter and speak with him. It was nothing important, really, just the warrior being bored and finding another cat to talk to. Of course, Demosthenes was not a normal cat. She had heard stories of long long ago when great wild cats ruled the forests and passed down their skills, but her leader was a true wild cat. The tom was younger than Dapple, who was also half-rogue, so she knew his life story. It was an odd one.
Shaking herself from her trance of thought, the sandy colored warrior meowed to let Demosthenes know that she was there and padded in without giving him a chance to send her away. Dapple had a large black bird in her maw and she dropped it in front of him. "In case you're hungry." She blinked. "The pile is stocked and I've patrolled half of the boarder. It's a shame we're so low on warriors."
Demosthenes looked at the bird and then at the warrior. He flashed a skewed smile and nodded his head just slightly. "It is a shame, isn't it? We'll grow in time, I'm sure of it. After all, its not like the other Clans are any bigger. We'll always be a force to be reckon with, no matter our size."
She got comfortable, sitting with her bitten-of tail covering a hind paw. As the tom spoke, Dapple listened, nodding at his claim that they would be a force even with one or two warriors. It was a truth that she hoped no cat forgot inside of their clan. "Indeed." Dapple agreed. "Even with only one warrior, we are strong."
The sandy she-cat looked around. "I see you're getting comfortable. How does it feel to finally be the leader, Demosthenes?" Dapple's questions was mostly teasing as there was little to reflect on with the small clan number. It might look a little scarier to stand on the highrock with so few warriors watching, but that would be more an issue for a shier cat.
Demosthenes shrugged, his dark gaze shifting lazily around his den. "It feels like nothing. This is the spot I've always belonged in." He shrugged again as if this was an obvious fact. He felt it was, honestly. There was no cat better suited for the job in his opinion. BoneClan needed a strong leader with the intentions of continuing the process of "de-clanning" it, which is exactly what he was doing.
Huffing good naturedly at the statement he made about the leadership being his spot, Dapple watched him for a moment. She knew well enough that Demosthenes wanted to change this clan, and was fine with it. Other cats, like her brother, were enthralled by the thought of the warrior days and wanted it to be even more a warrior clan. "Be careful with your changes. If we're fighting from within, we can not fight those on the outside." It was not a declaration of her love for the warrior ways, but instead a suggestion to change things slowly so that the clan would not look weak to the others around them due to infighting.
As cocky as Demosthenes was, the sandy she-cat thought that if any cat could succeed at changing Boneclan, it was him. Even he type of cat that he was demanded more respect than normal cats, and his personality went right along with it. What would the other clans do when Boneclan started changing their ways? Would they accept it or fight it? This was going to be an interesting time for her clan and Dapple would be right in the middle of it just because she chose to have a rogue name.
Demosthenes narrowed his eyes, feeling challenged by the she-cat's advice. He watched her for a moment before finally answering in a small, drawn-out but firm voice. "I can assure you, I can and will handle any fighting within my own Clan. Any cat that has a problem with the way I run things is more than welcome to come and take it up with me." He raised an eyebrow at her, and held his stare for a moment more before raising his head to look at the roof of the den. "If they can't see that what I'm changing is the best for the group, and will in turn solidify it's spot as the best group, than maybe they ought to rethink their position in the Clan. I won't be living under the same roof as someone who is against the progress of our Clan." He finished his speech with a nonchalant shrug and returned his gaze to her in wait of a response.
The sandy spotted she-cat dipped her head in respect. "Of course, Demosthenes. I never intended to suggest otherwise." Dapple stretched for a moment before continuing on her thought. "I meant only that the clan will be divided. Your supporters and those against you will fight. If they're fighting each other, they won't be watching for the invasions of the other clans." With an amused huff, Dapple took a moment to choose her next words carefully. "You are strong and able, Demosthenes, but you know well that pure warriors are set hard in their ways. I simply suggest that you make changes slowly. Start with small things, like forgetting to say 'kit' and 'paw' with the young cats so that you train them to follow."
The she-cat's advice was sound and her point was valid. Even if no cat challenged the leader to his face, cats who supported the changes would fight with those who didn't. The best way to stop that is to be slow with things and to think about the changes he makes all the way through. Dapple hoped quietly that Demosthenes would see the wisdom in her words and, even if he didn't acknowledge it, take them to heart.
Warriors were hard set in their ways, much like Demosthenes. He once again gave a shrug to start off his response, "Like I said, if anyone is against the progress the Clan is making, they can rethink their position in the Clan. I will not tolerate fighting among my Clan, and if I catch a whiff of it, I will deal with it. I intent to make these changes as fast as I see fit." Although his response was defiant, he took one thing from her speech to heart; the part about leaving off the "paw" and "kit" and the warrior names. A subtle thing, to which they would still respond to, but it would be baby steps in encouraging them to drop them officially in future generations. A good idea indeed, though he refrained from admitting it straight out.
The spotted she-cat nodded at her leader's words and changed the topic, as she could sense his growing boredom with the current one. There was very little to speak of with the peace of the four clans going on slowly. Prey was running well, and there was little to be done in the way of boarder patrols seeing as Demosthenes wasn't exactly fond of the protection of a set home range. Of course, there was that pair of cats she had heard on the boarder calling for their leader. Could there be a leaderless clan? It was worth mentioning, even if nothing came of it.
"So I heard something while on the boarder today." The short-tailed she-cat mentioned, licking a paw and watching Demosthenes. "There was a pair of cats looking for their leader, calling out the cat's name." Dapple shrugged quietly. "It's probably nothing, but it might mean that something's going on here." The sandy she-cat yawned, awaiting her leader's reply.
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