[ti]Private[/ti]Coming off the Fence

[Fireflake]

Scorpio sat on the grass that poked out from underneath the fence, wild and long, unlike the perfectly tended lawn inside. He'd stayed up last night to pace the town, and settled a little while ago to watch the red sunrise climb over the rooftops. It was quite a nice view from that angle. After that, he'd just sat there for a while, looking around and wondering why any cat would spend a lifetime in the confines of some dead wooden slabs. He wouldn't have been there ordinarily. Today, he was waiting for someone, wondering if she was going to show up.

The Anti-Clan Alliance had been busy lately, but he'd carved out the time to talk to some cats and make a decision about their future. A number of philosophies had guided those decisions, ranging all the way from 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' to 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'. Regardless of the discussions that had brought them there, the final decision was the same. Scorpio's initial answer stood: He would like to ally the anti-clan cats with Amaris's.

The ginger tom glanced up to the top of the fence, on the lookout for the she-cat, but remained seated.

[GnawingOnIce]

Bright and early. That was when she ordered Mamba to wake her, and she did. She immediately headed out at a fast-paced trot toward where she had previously met Scorpio. She didn’t even bother to eat beforehand, she was just too excited for this meeting, regardless of what came of it.

Amaris caught onto his scent as she neared and followed it. She found the twoleg garden and leapt up onto the fence, then gracefully padded along it until she found Scorpio sitting at the base of it in the shadows.

”Ah, Scorpio.” The she-cat sat down and curled her feathery tail around her paws. ”I trust you and your Alliance have come to a decision?” she inquired, staring down at the tom cat, straight to the point with a curious gaze in her eyes.

Tags;; Fireflake
Notes;; n/a

[Fireflake]

As Scorpio looked up at Amaris, the peaceful look that had rested on his face vanished and was quickly replaced with one of determination. In one motion, Scorpio shook out his fur, stretched, and leapt up onto the fence. "Yes, we have."
His ears remained pricked, but his stare was harsh once more. Whether he did this to deliberately obscure his answer or just because facing Amaris brought his mind back to business wasn't clear.

"We've decided we're going to hit those clanners hard, and soon, and if you want to help, that would be beneficial."
Scorpio fixed his eyes onto Amaris. His posture now was less cautious, but more distant than it had been a few days ago. His tone matched this attitude as he went on, "And I'm happy to share our resources for some of your own endeavors, if and when you find it necessary, but I also have one condition."

GnawingOnIce

[GnawingOnIce]

Amaris watched as he once again had that stern look on his face as he spoke. He was a curious one, alright. It would take her a bit to figure him out, if she even could, or bothered to worry about it.

"We've decided we're going to hit those clanners hard, and soon, and if you want to help, that would be beneficial." The torbie’s ears pricked with interest. So he did want her help. And frankly, that was all she was looking for, as long as she benefited from it as well, of course.

”"And I'm happy to share our resources for some of your own endeavors, if and when you find it necessary, but I also have one condition." Excellent. Amaris’s eyes glittered with victory before she spoke. ”Wonderful!” she smiled, ”And what would that be?”

Tags;; Fireflake
Notes;; n/a

[Fireflake]

"You speak about your League as if they're your prisoners, or servants," Scorpio observed. An edge of annoyance trickled into his voice, but he quickly reigned it in, confining it to a sharply flicking tail-tip. He raised his chin slightly. "The Alliance are not. They're cats, they're equals, and I only tell them what to do as far as they agree with the spirit of it all."

Scorpio's stare, which had held steady so far, now shifted across her face in search of a reaction. "As I said, we're happy to partner up, but they won't forget that they work for themselves more so than for either of us."

The ginger tom's explanation of the condition he'd come up with, delivered calmly with his usual touch of slightly patronizing, strayed into something else as he went on. "And I wouldn't want them to. Threatening them without good reason puts you on my bad side. Is that a condition you can accept?"

GnawingOnIce