Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27226016-20151120223331

Torrance stretched, arching his back as he did so. They'd been hunting all day, and marking the borders. He hadn't caught any prey yet, but Pike had. One squirrel, and two mice. Not bad, its going to be leaf bare soon though. If Ambrosia rebels though, does Malo have enough supporters, do I?

Suddenly, an idea sounded in his head, the Tribe. The vast mountains bordered the Dusk Syndicate's territory, but would they support Malo. Everyone associated with the Clans knew that the Dusk Syndicate had regularly changed leaders, it was their way of life. But, if Malo gets usurp I've got no chance. I must raise support, the Tribe, BlogClan, MarshClan, or even kittypets, rogues, or loners, anyone I can manipulate to join my cause. First, I must find out who I can support in the Dusk Syndicate. My plan won't fail.

"Come on, Pike. Let's head back to camp." ordered Torrance impatiently, I must control the Dusk Syndicate, it is my destiny, my birthright, and if that fox, Ambrosia thinks she can change that, well, bad things happen to traitors!

The two cats exited the woodland, and walked back to camp with Pike's prey.