Post by Fireflake on Jan 15, 2020 8:57:18 GMT
"Time for announcements," Scorpio murmured, beckoning with his tail for the Anti-Clan Alliance cats to follow him to a secluded corner near a grove of oddly-uniform trees. It was certainly a lot less striking than his usual call. The move from the Rotting Den to the park had made that a necessity. It may also have been wise to shift the timing closer to dusk or dawn, when the park wasn't at the height of Twoleg and dog activity, but that was one detail that Scorpio was unwilling to compromise on.
The rogue only noticed that his leg had been hurting as he sat down and it stopped. The injury hadn't healed at all, but the limp hadn't gotten much worse. Usually even Scorpio accepted that it was time to rest after walking and fighting on an injury like that, but he had been busy. "Everyone listening? Alright, cats. Don't ask me how long we're staying here. I don't know. I'm looking for somewhere else in every moment that I spend away. That said, it's not the worst place to be. It's warmer than our den is in this season. The Twolegs here are mostly very friendly, and they keep their dogs under control."
This announcement was going to be less formal than usual, but that was the way it was supposed to be. "That’s not all I called you here for, though. This meeting is to talk about our newest kits. Fidget and Strike, where are you? And where's your little friend?"
Fatkit's name was a conundrum. Keeping his clan name made him too easy to identify, and erased the chance that he would forget them, but Scorpio couldn't just call him Fat. It was rude. The tom scanned the crowd, squinting against the glare of the sunlight. If they had run off, they wouldn't get far. Scorpio had asked everyone to watch them and, though they were stretched thin, it was the main priority right now.
The rogue only noticed that his leg had been hurting as he sat down and it stopped. The injury hadn't healed at all, but the limp hadn't gotten much worse. Usually even Scorpio accepted that it was time to rest after walking and fighting on an injury like that, but he had been busy. "Everyone listening? Alright, cats. Don't ask me how long we're staying here. I don't know. I'm looking for somewhere else in every moment that I spend away. That said, it's not the worst place to be. It's warmer than our den is in this season. The Twolegs here are mostly very friendly, and they keep their dogs under control."
This announcement was going to be less formal than usual, but that was the way it was supposed to be. "That’s not all I called you here for, though. This meeting is to talk about our newest kits. Fidget and Strike, where are you? And where's your little friend?"
Fatkit's name was a conundrum. Keeping his clan name made him too easy to identify, and erased the chance that he would forget them, but Scorpio couldn't just call him Fat. It was rude. The tom scanned the crowd, squinting against the glare of the sunlight. If they had run off, they wouldn't get far. Scorpio had asked everyone to watch them and, though they were stretched thin, it was the main priority right now.