A Clan with secrets to hide.
A Clan with a sinister streak.
And a gang who are not what they seem.
With war looming on the horizon, loyalties are tested and families are torn apart. In this world of light and shadow, everyone has something to hide.
Here Only one thing is certain, only one clan will survive.
The train tracks sat silent and still, their ominous presence resetting into the surrounding terrain. This was one of the more feared parts of the Reapers territory, a place where many unsuspecting souls had lost their lives. Everything here seemed tainted by the past and loomed over the future. These tracks would never be done ripping lives away. This was a dangerous place for a dangerous duo.
Raze stalked quietly alongside the rails, his pale yellow orbs glinting with a darkened light. Patrolling his territory had never particularly been a chore for the massive tom even before he had come to hold the position of leader. Now, it was one of the only things Raze truly enjoyed. Everything was filled with stress, what with the war and overseeing the Reapers themselves. The brute cast a look over his shoulder, the scar adorning his neck stretching in a grotesque manner as he searched for his companion. Stygian, one of his newer Elites, and himself hadn't had much time to get to know one another over the past few moons, something Raze intended to fix. He may not have friends, but he would need allies in the coming war.
But, on the worse side of things, that would mean making small talk. "So..." the tom began awkwardly, his eyes still focused on the territory before him. "How have things been along the Winterclan border?" It was a horrible attempt at striking up a conversation, but Raze had never been known for his outgoing and friendly nature.
The black tomcat padded along the edge of the tracks, their silence as eerie as their sinister capabilities. At any moment, they could spring alive, potentially adding another life to its death toll. However, Stygian didn't cast them so much as a glance. Yes, the train tracks were formidable, but so was he. If they wanted to be a problem, he'd be ready. Not with tooth and claw, but with his wits and agility.
On this particular patrol, the dark feline was accompanied by Raze, the leader of the Reapers. For many other cats, being asked to patrol alongside the large, reserved maine coon would be a great honor indeed, but to Stygian, it was simply a means to an end. As an Elite, he held nearly the same amount of power as his leader, and he wasn't to fawn over authority anyways. Not that he didn't respect the tomcat's rule, only that he didn't think that kissing his paws was necessary, especially not with the ranking he held himself.
Stygian glanced over at Raze, who had begun to speak. "How have things been along the Winterclan border?"He ignored the twinge of awkwardness in the tomcat's tone, averting his attention back to the span of land before him. "They've been as you would expect. A few hostile patrols every now and then, but nothing I couldn't handle," he responded nonchalantly. T - Thorn N - It's fine, and sorry for the delay
