Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27172956-20151122005308

Out of the corner of her eye, Ambrosia could see Torrance approaching her patrol. Part of her wanted to turn back, and stop him from doing whatever he was going to do. But Torrance wouldn't be a threat for much longer. If all goes well, he would be dead in a few days. So she continued, padding until she reached the edge of the Dusk Syndicate, where the beach and cliffs faded into forest. Ambrosia turned her gaze to the ground, and began searching. Her search was fruitless, and Ambrosia considered crossing the border to find some, until something caught her eye.

There. A small bush, off to Ambrosia's right, with spiky needles and bloodred berries. Before she padded over, she tasted the air. Mouse was the first thing, so she followed it, and killed the creature with a bite to the neck. Ambrosia dragged the mouse over to the deathberry bush. Now comes the hard part. Everything about the plant was toxic, minus the berry flesh. Ambrosia would need to be very careful. She used her claws to slice of a stalk, then chopping it into smaller pieces, and shoving it into the mouse.

Ambrosia walked over to a nearby stream, mouse clamped lightly in her jaws, and stood in it, letting the water wash her paws.

A smile dashed onto Ambrosia's lips. She picked up the mouse, and padded back to camp. ''Could you take this to Torrance for me? One of the she-cats caught it for him, and I'm needed somewhere right now.'' Those were the words she planned to say. Once he was dead, the blame would fall on some unlucky cat, and she would (hopefully) be named heir. Even though she wasn't the oldest, Malo was a known rulebreaker. Ambrosia was ruthless and cunning, just like him. He'd pick her, she knew it. And even if he didn't, so what? She'd just kill all the heirs until the power had to be handed over to her!