A queens born [spootted]

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

Prince; / / Papillion;

"Papillion come and walk with me"
Papillion turned his head and looked at his leader in light question but said nothing. Prince looked back back at the blue tom before smiling and mewing again. " papillion you remember my father best. you remember his dream for this place?" Papillion looked at him in slight shock but nodded mewing slowly not sure what prince was getting at with this question. " he wanted a palace, pure endzone cats and of course to be feared by others" princes eyes glowered before he mewed again. " yes... i remember as a kit even though this palace was still in the making there was queens everywhere always tending to me, this place worked like the sky and stars and my father the head of it all" papillion narrowed his orbs at prince. prince rose to his paws and began to walk papillion followed also though slightly a little further back watching the unkempt tabby cat looking around the walls, even other cats looked at their leader out and about in his own palace bowing their heads as he went past. papillion then mewed boldly to prince. " prince what is it you are looking for, this.." a couple guards watched papillion and prince carefully. and papillion quickly picked up his pace to speak into princes ear not wanting cats to second guess him or their leader. " this isn't like you going on about the old days of vines rule?" prince flicked his ear in noting papillions words as princes eyes looked around the walls and in each section. then prince mewed.

" when my father was murdered i stepped up with little to know how of being a leader... i have to be cruel to establish the cats that were unsure of me being in rule instead of that..chosen atra monster.... i had to use force and cruelty... that made young cats die but i earnt their loyalty" prince stopped seeing a empty area he walked in looking around with his paw he felt along the walls there was silence in their it was lovely and peaceful. prince tilted his head this isn't to bad.... scuffing his paw along the ground there was a few things that needed to be smoothed out.. it could do.. " get a group of slaves in here and smooth this place out, i want it spick and span by the afternoon " prince glanced back at papillion who had a puzzled look on his maw before straitening up whipping his head around to the nearest guard mewing orders. " you heard him" the guard dipped it's head and darted off. papillion looked back at prince before mewing. " right...you were saying you earnt the bands loyalty." prince looked forward into the dark cave area he stood in seeing there was a small light entering in. " i no longer need to be so drastic in punishment, all cats know i am the leader of this band and they all know their roles. my fathers palace is nearly finished now is the time to start making this band stronger with it's members on the inside i have been thinking. " papillion had walked up to the side of him in a slight trance shocked maybe that he was thinking with such a level mature head for a young tom as himself even if his pelt looked unkempt. " thinking what?" prince mewed with a smile upon his face. " this area huge for many cats to live in here plenty room to move around. for generations to come... papillion your are looking at ENDZONE'S new nursery. " prince could see out of the corner of his eye papillions reactions with confusion flaring in his yellow orbs and astonishment rippling threw his blue pelt. prince smiled continuing on. " as you and many other cats have made clear to me that stealing kits are becoming harder and harder, and the young kits from the kitty-pet place and other locations are not as strong and die too easy.. Endzone now needs to breed pure blood cats strong and fierce, just like it once was in vines rule. but i will better my fathers way. instead of any queen having kits as my father foolishly let this band do... today i am sending you papillion and tamia.. tamia come here! prince waited for the she-cat to come in the area where the other two stood. " you two will go to each division of the slaves and pick 5 she-cats 13 moons and a little older but no more than 18 moons.. they must be the strongest of all the slaves no legs and tail missing they must have the perfect genes for they will be endzones first queens." papillion eyes widened with a gasp prince was thinking of great ideas but the young she-cat being queens at such a young age! papillion piped up mewing. " but prince them being that young and that weak from working hard they might be able to have kits." prince blinked and then smiled mewing. " have some faith in me papillion. These lucky five she-cats will no longer have to work, they will be full time bearers of endzone future that way purity in this band stands with them" papillion shook his head before mewing. " wouldn't it make more sense to let any of the she-cat bor kits? that way endzone grows stronger, quicker?" prince turned around snapping out of his cool, he had told them his wishes growling prince mewed.

" NO! if any she-cat has kits then they do not concentration on their duties and put their loves first in battle than their band.. by having these she-cat in this place here as queens they will stay away from the fighting will never have to make a choice between the band or their kin. and as i said before-paw i want pure endzone cats born not mixed match these five you two selected will begin the long line of greatness. and their mates will be great guards that have the right blood to make our future." prince looked at both cats before calming himself down seeing his point had been made. " you may not see it yet papillion but in time you will see my idea has good reasoning. both you go fourth now pick the best five lucky she-cats and have berryshine look them over if she gives them the ay-ok bring them to the main cave where we will have a feast at this great mark in ENDZONE history. while you tend to that i shall go and look for their mates..." prince walked past the two before turning the corner seeing the group of slaves had come to smooth out the place he mewed ordering to the leading guard. " make sure there are five nests made up make them big enough for litters." the guard nod his head before moving on. prince smiled darkly his fathers vision and his vision was coming to plan soon with queens in the cave it will be like when he was a kit, smiling as he walked to the guard quarters prince knew some toms there would jump at this idea and put their paws up but only the best will be allowed this opportunity.

Ppaillion blinked watching their leader leave as a bunch of slaves walked in, papillion walked outside to let them work. the blue tom was still dumb founded at just what happened. Prince had some ideas, and his ideas were not what he usually comes up with they were smart. the idea of only having selected she-cats to bear kits.. frowning papillion looked to tamia before the tom turned flicking his ear to the the head guard to follow him they had a job to do... As he headed toward where the slaves work papillion felt something heavy in his heart, prince said the cats he and tamia choose wouldn't have to work anymore, they would be looked after and fed treated well.. maybe he could choose a couple that he could save. his yellow orbs brightened up this might be his chance from saving a young kit dying and giving them a little glimmer of hope of something s little better. though papillion as a tom didn't feel too comfortable forcing young cats to do something like this, they might think this is worse than the work they are doing now. papillion slightly hung his head, no matter how he tried to look at this some cat would not end up happy and in this case these young she-cats.. papillion promised himself he would look after them with berryshine to help him he is sure they can make this a little less like hell. coming to a halt in front of a guard who stood alert upon their arrival. papillion stood there and waited for tamia to address her charges.

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Tamia

The Head Guard had kept a respectful distance behind Prince and Papillion, enough to be discreet but close enough to follow their conversation. At half that distance again behind her came her ever-present escort of two inside guard-assistants, Bolt and Melja. She had trained them personally to follow her around and obey her every whim, and on the rare occasions when she did not accompany Prince herself, she sent them in her stead to watch his back. But, of course, this was only for the inside of EndZone. Outside its walls, she preferred to utilize the two sisters Paris and Saris for the role.

But now, as Prince consulted quietly with Papillion, the dark grey tabby she-cat's ears flattened slightly. She did not like when Prince dwelt on the thought of possible queens. The last idea he'd toyed with had involved that little tick Berryshine, whom she held no love for. But as Prince spoke, she realised that he had, for once, stuck upon a rather interesting and novel idea. The more he spoke, the more she found herself agreeing with him. They had entered a rather large and empty cave, Papillion sending of Bolt to fetch a party of cleaning slaves. After a few moments, Prince called her in, as she had known he would, and the powerful she-cat slipped in to join them.

Already having a basic idea of where Prince was going, she listened in silence, interested now it was clear Prince didn't intend to do anything personally. As he snapped at Papillion her pale green eyes narrowed in grim amusement. She was no real fan of Prince's right-paw cat, but she knew he was nessecary and that he was good and his job. At Prince's orders Tamia rose to her paws, already considering which of the slaves might be best suited for such a role. Unlike Papillion's thoughts, Tamia's reasoning was cold and calculated, termed towards the best chance of success, not the well-fare of her charges.

Her guard Bolt returned, a small group of cave slaves and their guard minders following. As they exited the cave, one young slave, a small black tom with milky green eyes, looked up to watch their departure curiously, but a harsh snarl from the lead guard sent him back to digging at the hard and stony floor. As Prince scurried off, Tamia signaled Bolt and Melja to escort him, and both guards moved to do her bidding.

She didn't bother speaking to Papillion out loud, she knew the tom would keep his own counsel on the matter until the final choices were made. Passing several guard posts, they came to the entrance of the closest slave compound, and Tamia paused to glance at one of the guards on duty. It was a cream-and-brown she-cat slave guard, the one taken from the Clan lands if she remembered correctly. Tawny came to attention immediately, her blue eyes dipping low respectfully. Of all the guards, she was the lowest, having been promoted from the slave ranks only to guard them, as the others around her had been. "Ma'am. No trouble today, Ma'am."

Tamia's pale green eyes narrowed slightly, but there was nothing to fault with the youngster's appearance or attitude. "Fetch Berryshine and escort her to the large cave a slave party is clearing out. Wait for us to return there, and don't let her leave." The young slave guard dipped her head and shot off like an arrow in the dark. Tamia glanced at Papillion warily. Hopefully, Fianna would be supervising in one of the other slave compounds, and they could get this done uninterrupted. "Pick two. I'll start on this side." In all other respects, Tamia usually deferred to Papillion, but inside the slave compound, Tamia held more sway. As she entered the small and stinky cave, slaves drew back fearfully from her, whimpering in fear, cowering against the far walls as much as possible. They all knew she usually appeared for one thing: capital punishment.

But, lucky for most and unlucky for five she-cats, she had a different mission today.

She spotted a healthy-looking young she-cat, and after a moment recalled her name. "You, Carol, sit next to the entrance and don't move if you want to live." Striding further into the den, she inspected the cringing forms, her nose wrinkling at the rank smell coming off their pelts. The scent of fear was heavy in the air, growing even more as she inspected all the small alcoves at the rear of the cave, finding the slaves who had managed to win sleeping places there. She glanced over a nut-brown she-cat, who while small and young held no scent of decay and looker brighter and more alert then the rest. Seeing the bright spark in the slave's yellow-green gaze, the Head Guard decided she was unlikely to die, despite her small size. "You too, Melody." The small she-cat obeyed, though she was shaking with fear.

Her pale green gaze swept over the rest of the cave, rather disappointed with the state of the slaves... but then again they were just the cave slaves. There was still the training slaves' cave and the hunting slaves' cave to search yet.

But then she spotting something tall and lean and pale in a corner, and the most malicious smile of all spread across her face. Oh, this would be most amusing. That failed experiment was still alive, and healthy too from the looks, but she had that blank stare that Tamia herself had caused. She marched triumphantly over towards the straw-coloured tabby she-cat, looking down into the pale yellow eyes. "Solitelle."
The blank gaze blinked, not in recognition of the name but of the voice that carried it. A voice that had broken her. The silent Solitelle did something remarkable: she opened her mouth, her voice coming out in a dry, unused whisper. "Master."
Tamia's smile grew darker. So, the little slave remembered her lessons. She could see from the twitch in Solitelle's tail that she was waiting, waiting for that lethal command, but Tamia withheld it. Instead she turned and headed back to the entrance, the slave become a silent shadow along her side.

She glanced around to see if Papillion had hurried up or if he was dawdling over his own choices.

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

Papillion stood there for a moment allowing the she-cat Tamia to talk to her charges and what not, the place was poorly lit. The young cat bowed to tamia reporting there was no trouble today. Papillion blinked had the young cat just said that?. Tamia's voice cold and stern as always ordering the young cat to go take Berryshine tothe cave where they had just been. Papillion watch the young guard race off. When Papillion gazed back he saw Tamia give him wary glance the blue grey tom tom locked his silent gaze to hers the grumpy she-cat spoke to him to pick two she-cats Papillion lightly swallowed it was time. His gut wretched inside he knew this was not what he should do yet orders were orders.


Papillion nodded this was Tamia realm following the she-cat lead Papillion observed her for a moment seeing who she would pick to be Endzone first queen. Tamia's voive broke threw the silent whimpers of the slaves calling a young she-cat by the name of carol to sit at the entrance of the cave and to not move if she wanted to live. When the young she-cat slunk elegantly past Tamia she walked to Papillion her light blue orbs looking up to him in slight fear and questions forming on her face Papillion flicked his tail to where she should best sit and the young white she-cat with grey cloud like patches looked to the direction and her head fell lightly as she walked over sitting with her back to them looking out. Papillion flicked his ears making him look back in to the deeper end of the cave as Tamia called another name Meoldy? the she-cat walked past him shaking papillion felt so guilty about this. Papillion sighed if he was to choose any cats it would be here. he wouldn't choose the outside hunters for they have a little more freedom then these cave she-cats. taking a deep breath Papillion looked around the cave lightly looking at the firgures these cat were unsure of him, and papillion was not sure how to react the them. sighing the blue grey tom gazed until his orbs landed on a she-cat a torteshell with bright green like yellow orbs papillion stood there in silence looking at the young frighten she-cat who looked at him up and down in silence.. he stood forward then saw a she-cat that blended in with the darkness silver tabby with matching silver eyes, stand closer to the tortoiseshell papillion looked over them both they looked ok... well out all of them what prince said he wanted these two match perfectly.. papillion looked down to the ground before mewing softly.. " your names?" The two she-cat looked at each other before the silver spoke with dry voice.
" .. i canjee.. she dakota" papillion looked at them nodding his head gently before mewing to them " please, would you sit next to the other she-cats?" the cat called canjee frowned looking at him at his politeness asking like they had a choice if to do it or not? dakota just looked at him blank like she didn't understand him?.. though it seemed canjee looked over her shoulder to tamia thinking maybe she needs to do what papillion asked otherwise a punishment would be involved nodding canjee nudged the the other to come and papillion turned to lead them out of the dark hole. when he came out he turned to look at them all in a better light the sad faces made papillion sigh lightly though his face unreadable before he mewed. " well.. they are what prince was looking for... i guess there is no need to go to the other sections we might as well get them checked out and cleaned up." as papillion mewed this the young she-cat carol looked across to him her blue orbs flashed with small interest it seemed she out of all of them understood clear speech. Moving his gaze before he felt even more quilt upon himself. the blue grey tom turned to tamia before rising to his paws leading the way back to the hollow cave.

When the order was given melja turned and ran along side with bolt being shadows for prince following behind him to the way to the main area of guards by the seems of it. the main area of the guards was the place where some guards could rest swap shift or have breaks. Melja flicked her black spotted like taby ears in thought she could only just hear princes words to tamia and papillion something about queens fromthe slaves. raising her cat brow and it seemed prince was looking for their suitors from the guards. looking across to bolt she wondered if prince would consider him. melja frowned she didn't like that idea she didn't want to work with any other cat bolt and her go way back since training days. shaking her head prince walked on ahead with a small smile as he slinked on forward with his body guards trailing behind him.

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

SpoodleDoodles- need to finish this before wc come