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Post by zelda on May 4, 2009 18:20:38 GMT -5
In the end, everything that was important to her in this world (which, in the end, was anything that could make her leader) depended on convincing others that she was right, that she deserved to be leader, and that they were incompetent of making a Clan by themselves...though, of course, the word 'incompetent' was one to be saved for verbal debates, as Fadedpelt was conniving enough to know when to use harsh words and when not to.
She needed to bring others to her side. Whether by coaxing or by force, it didn't matter.
So, it was only natural that she should seek out other cats, look for some supporters. She couldn't become leader without a following, of course, so having a mindless faction of cats to back up her ideals was a good idea.
Her grayish paws were nearly silent as she padded across the dull earth, observing the socializing area and the cats within with a calculating, searching expression in her yellow-green eyes. She needed to start somewhere for support, and this seemed the best place to start looking. After all, it made her seem friendly and considerate to walk among the others, didn't it?
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Post by Ten on May 4, 2009 20:09:17 GMT -5
A stocky tuxedo tom sulked away from the boneyard, dull-amber eyes darting about in apprehension. He wasn't the missionary his mother would have wanted - he was unable to keep his head while around cats who opposed Clanhood; there was no chance of him ever bringing one to his side of the dispute. Shortwhisker took a seat and began washing his paw. He needed to calm himself. His encounter with a crowd of anti-Clan cats had left him quite shaken.
The tom was small for his age and gender, with a sort of juvenile look on his face that begged guidance and protection. He was still grieving his parents' death, hence why he had visited the boneyard. The attack on his beloved ideals - his mother's beloved ideals - had not improved his mental state. This whole enclosure wasn't filled with anarchists, was it? Maybe, if he got a hold of himself, he could find another Clan-supporting cat besides that amenable Woodstripe.
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Post by duckyaisha on May 5, 2009 5:35:01 GMT -5
Patchfur lay on the ground, deep in thought. It seemed that many cats that crossed him though that he was opposed to the idea of Clanhood, which wasn't true at all. He needed to gather some cats who liked his ideas, some supporters. Maybe then people would realize that his plan of fairness and equality was just the thing a Clan needed. However, his ideas were unusual among the cats of the enclosure. It seemed that no one else thought leaders were a bad idea, which shocked him. If he had learned anything from his beloved Russetstorm, it was that freedom was the most important thing in the world. Patchfur still valued safety and comfort, which was why a clan was a good idea, but he also believed that freedom was important. From what he had heard about leaders, they basically told you what to do, and if you didn't follow orders, you were kicked out of the Clan. So, basically, you had to follow orders to stay in the Clan, whether you liked them or not. He didn't like this idea one bit. So, he had to gather some followers to prove his idea weren't just the ravings of a mad cat. This seemed as good a place to start as any. Patchfur stretched, stood up, and shook the sand off his fur.
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Post by Ten on May 5, 2009 17:15:30 GMT -5
Shortwhisker saw Patchfur out of the corner of his eye and jumped to his paws. "You!" he hissed, flattening his ears. He thought he had gotten away from distressing cats like him. "You're th-that one that d-doesn't want a l-leader! And y-yet you th-think you w-want a Clan." He narrowed his eyes in disgust. "P-pick a side and s-stick to it."
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Post by zelda on May 5, 2009 20:39:40 GMT -5
Almost immediately, an opportunity presented itself to Fadedpelt like a gift from some obscure god that could somehow see through the enclosure's wooden roof. Her eyes sparkled, glinting with the maniacal purpose of the truly controlling as she observed the two cats.
The deep gray tabby didn't know much about the one being hissed at, but the other one, the tuxedo tom, looked vulnerable, juvenile...the perfect type to take under her wing and rally for her cause. But still, she couldn't make enemies so quickly with the other tom. Perhaps, if she could sort this situation out properly, she could get both of the cats on her side.
"Good day, sirs." Fadedpelt tried to keep her tone even and polite as she padded up to the two toms. She looked back and forth between them, analyzing the situation like the strategist Smokestorm had taught her to be. "Might I ask what's going on?" A simple opening to a potentially complex situation, but in no way simpleminded.
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Post by duckyaisha on May 6, 2009 5:40:07 GMT -5
Patchfur mirrored Shortwhisker's expression. "I can think however I want, thank you very much! I just think that a Clan would be better without a leader. I believe we already talked about this."
Despite the fact that he absolutely hated Shortwhisker, he was trying to ignore the tom. Maybe he could get the she-cat on his side.
He turned away from Shortwhisker, trying to stop the bristling of his fur. "Hello," he said to the gray she-cat. "I'm Patchfur. He's hissing at me because I have a different opinion than him," the tom meowed.
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Post by zelda on May 6, 2009 15:18:08 GMT -5
"Is he?"
Fadedpelt observed the two toms with a curious expression. "And what exactly is your opinion?" she asked, then flicked her tail and realized she hadn't introduced herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Fadedpelt." She dipped her head, trying to be the polite diplomat before taking action.
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Post by duckyaisha on May 6, 2009 16:56:01 GMT -5
"My opinion is a rather...Unusual one," Patchfur admitted. "I'm Patchfur, by the way. You see, I want a Clan, because I think cats would be safer and have more food, but I don't want a leader in this Clan. But before you go saying it's a bad or stupid idea, let me explain. Why should another cat make all the decisions for us? I'd like to be able to decide when I hunt or where I sleep, and how would someone else know what's best for me? I'm intelligent enough to make decisions on my own, and we just don't need a leader. I think all the cats should decide on large issues, and everyone can control their own day-to-day lives. That way, we can have the benefits of working together as a Clan, and a safer, more structured style of living, but we wouldn't have someone bossing us around. We'd have more freedom.
And in fact, I think the problem with Riverclan was that it had a leader. The cats became so utterly brainwashed by their leader that they did whatever their leader said, without question. Then their leader betrayed them. If we didn't have a leader, things like that would never happen."
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Post by Ten on May 6, 2009 17:07:59 GMT -5
ooc| I don't think there's any hope for Fadedpelt when it comes to Patchfur.
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"C-cricketbrain! You can't have a C-Clan without a l-leader!" he yelled, tail swishing. "There's no p-point in 'f-freedom'! I'm s-sick of you. G-go stick your head in a d-dune." With that dismissal, he turned his head to Fadedpelt. "D-don't even b-bother trying to t-talk to him. He's an id-diot."
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Post by duckyaisha on May 6, 2009 17:21:28 GMT -5
Ooc: Patchfur doesn't know that.
Bic: "Most of your reply was made up of various insults to me. Is it because you've run out of reasons why being controlled by another cat is the best thing in the world? You said there's no point in freedom. What if you weren't allowed to insult me. That would probably ruin your day. If freedom is so unimportant, why should a leader have the freedom to tell us what to do? And besides, how do you know you can't have a Clan without a leader. Do you know that every single Clan that ever existed in the entire world had a leader? There's no way to prove that. In fact, if I remember correctly, the last time I tried to talk to you rationally to resulted to insulting me multiple times. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to talk to her," he replied icily. "Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about," he said to Fadedpelt in a calmer tone of voice.
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