Break Ranks (Open to all Cult cats)

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Phaedu Nubia

This all felt so new, perhaps not as new as it should. The kit had begun her training, if you could call it training. She was now living with the Royal Family, yet her paws itched for something different. She longed to be able to train with the Ptah's and Ma'ats, she wanted to fight, to hunt. Things were so boring with the Royal family. She was never allowed to wander by herself, never allowed to take that time to explore, sighing in annoyance she looked behind her curiosity driving into her like nail into wood. Laying down she crossed her forepaws laying her muzzle over them in sort of defeat. It was just so boring here...

Looking about, the hazel eyed kit spotted a rustling, or perhaps heard it, she was not sure. Was this her power? Rising she crouched, following the sound in a stalking pattern. The pattern she had begun to mimic from the other Ma'at's, from Set. Slinking low, she looked back, no one had followed her. All the traveling seems to have wiped out the guard, perfect. Flicking her tail happily she followed the rustling further, noticing a mouse. Ensuring her medium length fur did not disturb the brush she launched, grasping it and killing it swiftly. Proudly she looked down at her kill, thanking the gods for allowing her this happiness. Deciding not to waste her kill she picked it up by its tail, trotting it back to the clearing and to the Royal Family, tail up clearly proud of herself.

Dropping it, the kit looked about hoping, waiting for some praise. She was to be the next Phae, didn't she deserve some gratitude? Osiris got plenty... Looking around her thoughts drifted to the coats of the other cats, she did not look like anyone here, was that why Monthu and Ke'yin chose her as the next Phae? There had to be something more, the gods had to have something planned for her, as they did the rest of the cats. Perhaps she had to earn her powers, that was why she had not been able to see the bonds between cats as Isis could. Flicking her tail she began staring at two cats, trying to see the bond between them. Nothing. Hissing in annoyance she stared back at the mouse, wondering if she should begin eating it. She doubted any could would praise her.

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sounds of drums people couldn't believe what I'd become ♙words : 462; ♙tags: nubia; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay; revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate The air was quite still. The land about them was grassy and dotted with occasional trees, unmarked by anything but the pawsteps of their prey. It was so different from the sandy dunes of their native lands, but they had no other choice but to leave the place they called home and venture forth into new territory. After a battle with rogues and an epidemic wiped out the majority of their population and the prey they relied on, it was clear what the Gods wanted them to do. Their land was no longer befitting. Still, the earth below his paws didn't feel quite right. Not yet. They still had a distance to go before they found their new home, that much was true. Praa Monthu was a cat that relied entirely on the instincts given to him by the Gods, and he would lead his Cult thusly. As of right now, his cats lay relaxed in the grass, resting after a long journey, but he sat in the shadow of a huge fir tree, his yellowish eyes flashing with the thoughts raging in his head. Even the high-ranking cats gave him wide berth, knowing better than to disturb him while he was lost in his thoughts. Even so, one cat apparently hadn't been given the memo: Nubia, the young Phaedu whose heritage was unknown but whom the Gods had told him would become a good Phae, came over to him, holding a dead mouse by the tail. He slowly, silently inspected the mouse, then his gaze raised to the small ruddy she-cat. Though there was no discernible emotion in his eyes, that was more dangerous than anything else. When deadpan, he could either stay that way or become immeasurably angry, and the only way to find out was to wait. "Nubia," Monthu said. His gravelly voice was low and blunt. "What is this?" He moved to nudge the mouse with one wide, flat paw, but pulled back, clearly disgusted. The coyote claws he wore over his own claws – used mainly as a precaution at this point while they explored a new territory in case they came upon any rogues – sunk deep into the dusty earth below him. The vivid stripes along his pelt that camouflaged him seemed to ripple with withheld anger. "Hunting is for Ma'ats," he growled, his sharp eyes narrowing, pupils shrinking into barely-visible slits of black. "Not for the future Phae. Dispose of this disgrace at once!" His voice got louder and angrier with every word, until his back was arched and his fangs bared with utter fury. The black dye around his eyes accentuated the rage within them. He towered over the kit, thin tail puffed with irritation. Perhaps the Gods had been wrong about her after all. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEGGG; credit to gREY of OTE

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Praadu Osiris

It was hard being Praadu. Too bad Osiris was the only one (at the present time, anyway) with the ability to fully appreciate that fact - by Ra, he would just love it if there was someone to complain to... but since that was impossible, and he wasn't about to saunter up to his father and whine about his 'petty little troubles' (Osiris shuddered at the very thought), the golden tabby simply stewed inwardly, as he usually did.

It was as if everyone thought that being the pharoah's heir was all fresh-kill and blessings, with absolutely no difficulties, no suffering, and extra privileges to boot. But that wasn't entirely true. In fact, most of it was complete foxdung.

Here he was, stuck in a position that wasn't meant to be his, disliked by most, hated by many, hampered by a brother that everyone liked and admired, and now, stuck with a Phaedu that never failed to get on his nerves. Nubia. She was a strange one, in both appearance and personality, and that rankled him, as anything unusual normally did. Of course she was chosen to be his Phae; sometimes, it seemed as if the entire Cult was against him, and being paired with her was excellent proof of this.

Why did everyone hate him, anyway? He had been acting just as pleasant as the next cat, hadn't he? It was because he was Praadu, the golden tom assumed. There was just no pleasing his Cult, now was there? And Set... that despicable, unworthy brother of his was stirring up trouble, Osiris knew it! A growl of irritation escaped his lips, prompting several passerby to eye him warily - Osiris paid them no mind. So he was trying to turn his Cult against him, eh? Fine then -
if he wanted a challenge, then it was a challenge he would get!

By Ra, it was as if there was no such thing as brotherly loyalty these days--

A sudden movement, barely perceived from the corner of his eye, caught the Praadu's attention. Now who could that be...? Turning ever so slightly, jaws parted in the beginning of a reprimand, the tom stopped as found himself staring at the usually long tan-and-black pelt of the Pheadu herself. My, my - speak of the devil. His lip curled. Or in this case, a she-devil...

Bowing in a rather...theatric way - a mocking gesture if there ever was one - the golden tom purred, "My, my, look what we have here." His eyes flitted towards the limp mouse, obviously disgusted. "A she-cat and her prey. Lovely. You know, I was just thinking about you--" The tom stopped suddenly, going a bit pale beneath his thin coat, as a large shadow suddenly loomed over the two of them.

Praa Monthu, the pharoah; the sun of Ra; the leader of the entire Cult... And, less importantly of all, his father. He swallowed hard, then flinched as the pharoah spoke. "Nubia. What is this?" The tone of his voice was all too familiar, and yet, completely strange to Osiris. "Hunting is for Ma'ats," Monthu growled, his voice growing nastier with every word. "Not for the future Phae. Dispose of this disgrace at once!

At these words, something seemed to click in Orisis' voracious mind. This she-cat... he didn't necessarily like her, but he didn't hate her, either. Not only that, but she was to be his Phae - no one was about to take that way from him; not even his father. Brave thoughts - but when he finally advanced, it was upon shaky legs. "Fath-- uh, Praa Monthu," he said hesitantly, keeping his chin high and his gaze steady. "I do hope you won't punish her or anything. She is just a kit, you know." Okay, maybe that was a bit too cheeky--

"Of course," he added hastily, "I'm completely fine with any punishment you might give her. I just - uh - don't want the Cult to loose such an - er - valuable asset." He winced - the mere presence of his father was intimidating. "I completely agree with you."

The golden tabby dropped to his haunches, then looked away, not out of guilt, but disappointment; in his entire life, the only time he had ever bothered to speak was if there was something to be gained from it, but now, he was just wasting his breath. The Praadu's smooth, convincing attitude, which had always been so effective in the past, just wouldn't work on this tom - it just left him tongue-tied, and that was no good.
Resorting to silence once again was the only thing he could do. And it was what he preferred. "I'll shut up now..."

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[/color] “Hunting is for the Ma’at’s not the future Phae!” A familiar voice rang out in anger. Ramses lifted his head to see who the Pharaoh was shouting at. By the gods… He thought, gracefully and swiftly getting to his paws, Not again! Apparently Nubia, the future Phae, had been out hunting again. When he reached the spot where the Pharaoh, Parra Monthu, he dipped his head in respect and looked at Nubia before glancing at Osiris, who was stumbling around to agree to whatever punishment Parra Monthu decided to give Nubia. . “I would watch your tongue, Osiris; it will get you into trouble one of these days.” Ramses said coolly, dipping his head to the heir, respectfully of course.


Doing.
"Speaking."
Thinking.
"Other person's cat talking."

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Words| _302_
Tags| _Nubia, Parra Monthu, Osiris_
ooc| _hmm... Ramses could be getting into trouble himself! XD_

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