Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27172956-20151118223817

"Of course, sir." Ambrosia replied, biting her lip. It felt quite nice, up on the Cragstone Tower, on top of everything. Someday, Ambrosia thought, just a bit more sucking up, and it will all be mine. She looked around for cats to be on her patrol. Tempest, Silver, and Bumble all sat together, ideal choices. "Tempest, Bumble, Silver! Hunting patrol!" she called. ''Perhaps they could be of use. None of them seem to like Malo an awful lot. ''She swiveled her gaze to a less-likable cat. Torrance. The first heir was eating (as usual), and his vassal sat next to him. He was the one who had the position she needed, albeit temporarily. He would be the first one to go. Ambrosia almost sneered in disgust. It confused her as to why Malo would trust the future of the Syndicate with such a fool. What caused him to get the position, and not her? She tore her gaze from Torrance, and bounded off the tower, ready to go hunting, and maybe, should Tempest, Bumble and Silver see fit, enact the first step of her plan.