Post by Eira on Aug 15, 2018 2:33:04 GMT
Vault ((I kind of forgot about this heck))
Eira was new to Deathclan. After joining, she'd learned they had a bit of a hierarchy. Nothing too fancy, it was rather simple actually. Every cat was a peasant until they appeared impressive enough, and then were promoted to royal potentially. Not every peasant could advance she imagined, some were doomed to eternal peasanthood unless they died or left. Though, she wondered how Deathclan took deserters. She was still new to all this. Then there was the leader, apparently some cat named Vault. Strange name. What was a vault? It wasn't something Eira knew. Then again, she knew little of the origins of her own name. She'd only known her parents long enough for them to impress her name upon her, before they left forever. Hm. Regardless, advancing beyond peasanthood wasn't something Eira imagined was in her future. She snorted.
A lazy and fat kid like her with questionable loyalties at best for royalty? Fat chance.
Eira yawned, long and dramatic, listening to the loud obnoxious noises coming from her mouth as she smacked her chops trying to get rid of the morning taste out of her mouth. She lazily looked around with half-open eyes at where she'd chosen to sleep. A sad pathetic little stream that was hardly fit for swimming in. Such a shame. Where she'd grown up, there'd been two rivers. One that washed her away to this place that seemed rather like a demotion from her first home. The other had been nice for swimming and catching fish. Such a shame this stream didn't quite match up. Anyone looking at her, probably only saw a dusty, fluffy white blob sitting by the edge. She really didn't look all that impressive.
Eira was new to Deathclan. After joining, she'd learned they had a bit of a hierarchy. Nothing too fancy, it was rather simple actually. Every cat was a peasant until they appeared impressive enough, and then were promoted to royal potentially. Not every peasant could advance she imagined, some were doomed to eternal peasanthood unless they died or left. Though, she wondered how Deathclan took deserters. She was still new to all this. Then there was the leader, apparently some cat named Vault. Strange name. What was a vault? It wasn't something Eira knew. Then again, she knew little of the origins of her own name. She'd only known her parents long enough for them to impress her name upon her, before they left forever. Hm. Regardless, advancing beyond peasanthood wasn't something Eira imagined was in her future. She snorted.
A lazy and fat kid like her with questionable loyalties at best for royalty? Fat chance.
Eira yawned, long and dramatic, listening to the loud obnoxious noises coming from her mouth as she smacked her chops trying to get rid of the morning taste out of her mouth. She lazily looked around with half-open eyes at where she'd chosen to sleep. A sad pathetic little stream that was hardly fit for swimming in. Such a shame. Where she'd grown up, there'd been two rivers. One that washed her away to this place that seemed rather like a demotion from her first home. The other had been nice for swimming and catching fish. Such a shame this stream didn't quite match up. Anyone looking at her, probably only saw a dusty, fluffy white blob sitting by the edge. She really didn't look all that impressive.
