[ti]Open[/ti]Hellbent Jun 19, 2020 4:57:50 GMT
Post by Fireflake on Jun 19, 2020 4:57:50 GMT
Scorpio stared out at the empty den. Spire had been there earlier, but other than the two of them, there didn't seem to be anyone left. The group he'd been born to, grown up in, and fought for, was gone. It was his job now to rebuild. He supposed that, given the failure of his kitnapping missions, the best way to do it would be to follow in his mother's pawsteps. To have kits of his own. The thought sent a chill rushing through to his paws. For now, he would do whatever he could to make sure such a cold, political family was not necessary.
He brushed along the new walls. New to him, that is. He'd moved the Alliance from the Rotting Den to this unfinished den after the clanners' last visit. The first time he'd explored this place, the Twolegs had been rough, so he'd turned away. There didn't seem to be any there anymore. He figured it was safe enough for two cats. Stifling a sigh, he wondered how things had gotten so bad. Was it his own negligence? Was it moons ago, when MothClan stole a chunk of their cats and swept their legs out from under them?
The rogue's first attempt to return the favor hadn't gone as he hoped, so now he was thinking that he should go about it a different way. Scorpio had nobody to announce it to, so he just trailed around the clay foundations of the den over and over, leaving his scent there as he muttered to himself. "Our group has faltered, but not failed. Though it may be hard for us to sustain ourselves in this Twolegplace, and it may now be impossible for us to fight on our own terms, we cannot give up. Strike and Fidget not returning to their clans after they ran from us has shown that there are weak links in the clans. We must target these cats, turn them over to our side...."
Scorpio's light green gaze flicked over to one of the small holes leading outside. The sun beat down relentlessly. He had invited some cats earlier, hoping to have them join his cause, but was unsure if any would show.