Post by braxton on Jan 29, 2008 10:05:32 GMT -5
Characters: Chesmu, Paoro, Softpaws, Ayashe, Shadowfrisk, Moonseeker
== Sprawling Mesa ==
It has been a long search so far, with Chesmu also making sure to keep with his marking duties. So far, Chesmu has had no luck in finding poor Kasim. But he has to set the record straight. He may not be able to tell Kasim just what is going on, but he just has to talk to him. Let him know he is generally accepted by Chesmu. Maybe even allow him into the tribe, if not the territory as yet. This is amounting to be a hard thing. He just can't stand the idea of a heartbroken male not even allowed to even see his mate. He understands he's likely to provide little consolation or comfort. He treads softly through the territory, thinking about what had happened.
Heading back towards the south, where she and Maulisho left Chesmu and Kasim, Paoro finds nothing but a scent - but this works well enough. It's fresh enough to let her know that he traveled back towards the mesa to the east, and so she begins padding that way - and stumbles across him sooner than expected, at the stone well. She immediately picks up her pace, chirping out a greeting to announce her return. "Chief Chesmu - I have some things of great importance that you and Ayashe need to be aware of."
Chesmu stops when he hears his shamaness's voice. Something he and Ayashe needs to know? He stops and turns to Paoro, regarding her a moment, before heading back towards her. "What do you need to discuss, Paoro. Is it about Maulisho or Kasim?" Honestly, its been the biggest thing on his mind. He respectfully nods to Paoro. "I expect you refreshed Maulisho's markings." Kasim, Kasim, where are you?
In all truthfulness, amidst all the confusion, the shamaness forgot. But that's of little importance now. Ignoring the question, she simply says what needs to be said: "Maulisho was...harmed by a male cougar a little while back. I am afraid he may try to pursue her, or another sister, within our tribe. Obviously, he is not to be allowed within our lands...but even further than that, I feel his crimes may be worthy of active pursuit. I cannot be certain until I consult the spirits, but I do not need the spirits to tell me he is not of good character."
As if there wern't enough amiss, what is but one more soul in this gathering about the odd well recessed in the hill side? For while others may have arrived here for their own various reasons, there is but one reason a particular young lass is present - and that's to quietly reflect upon life and to sip from the tepid, bland yet interrestingly flavored depression from whence the landmark derives it's name. As such, we find the aptly, or perhaps ironically, named Softpaws dozing lightly on the smooth black bassalt by the water's edge, her ears quirking as a frown begins to emerge, the noises of others arriving... an eye peeks open a crack - who dares disturb her slumber?
And that is enough to make Chesmu angry. Not at Paoro. But at the idea that someone... anyone, would do harm to not only a sister of his tribe, but to his old friend. "Who?" Chesmu asks, in an understandably angry tone. "Who would harm Maulisho? Who would harm my friend? And what did he do to one of our beloved sisters in this tribe?" He walks closer to Paoro, his grey eyes betraying his anger at this information. "Am I to understand I am to keep her within the territory as well?" Full of questions, Chesmu knows he must do what is right for the security of Maulisho and the tribe.
"His name is Azriel. He has green eyes, and he often uses words like 'm'lady'," Paoro replies, giving out all the details of the rogue that Maulisho gave her. Anything to help find him. "As for what he did...that is for Maulisho to decide if she wishes for others to know. But suffice to say, it is something unforgivable." She considers his last question briefly. "Yes. But she has made it clear that when it comes time for her cubs to be born, she wants no males nearby. The Sisters will take care of anything she needs at that point."
"No... males?" Chesmu says. And then it dawns on him. So this is why she made that request to him. "Paoro. I will do what she asks, but I am begging her, pleading with her, either directly or through you, to at least see her mate one more time before she does." Chesmu has not noticed Softpaws yet. "There is another favor I must ask. Its for Kasim's sake." Chesmu takes a deep breath, "I need your help in finding him and... bringing him into this tribe, or at least seeing if he is willing to be a part of it. Far be it from me to allow tradition to seperate Maulisho from him. For both their sakes... please." Azriel. The details of Azriel that are given to him are remembered. Enemy. Enemy to Maulisho. Enemy to Chesmu. Enemy to the Tribe.
Softpaws listens idly, giving little indication of life aside from shallow breathing and the slight flickering of one ear as it tracks each speaker intently, much akin to a direction finding antenna does when generating a bearing on a given signal. ... Interesting. Seems alot has transpired while she was away - that that she expected much else in reality, life doesn't remain static, but generally moves on. "Sounds like an... interesting fellow." She offers after several long moments listening - there's that unwritten rule one must wait and listen two minutes before entering another's conversation, but eh... subtlety has never been one of her strong points. Opening both eyes and standing the lithe lass cautiously makes her way down the slope of the smooth basalt rocks towards the growing gathering. Might as well get in while the fun is to be had.
Ayashe is a private creature at heart, and has felt a pull between her duty to her clan and her duty to herself these past few weeks. Avoiding Chesmu and her mother may not have been the best course of action, but it was the most comfortable - settling into the role of Matron has been difficult, and the solitude has helped clear her head. She follows Softpaws from a distance, as curious as she is apprehensive; it's unusual to see so many cougars gathered in one place, so there must be a reason. Hopefully, that reason is a cause for celebration rather than fear or mourning.
Paoro nods. "I will speak with her about that, and will do what I can regarding the other, but in the meantime, this is a top priority. I would much rather have Kasim wait to see his mate than for her to be hurt further while we search for him instead of the other." She glances back to Softpaws at the sound of her voice, sighting her daughter some distance behind. Waiting until Ayashe has drawn close enough to be within hearing distance, she repeats herself. "There is a green-eyed male cougar about who may be a source of danger to our tribe. He has already harmed Maulisho. His name is Azriel. If you see him, it would be highly advisable to seek out the Chief."
Chesmu understands. He will be searching diligently for this male. Azriel, Azriel. He turns and sees Softpaws and... Ayashe! He stands and walks over toward his mate. He must make Ayashe happy. Not just because Paoro will make him suffer for failing to do so, but simply because this is his mate. Feeling have already been developing, ven in her absense. "Ayashe. Where have you been? A lot has happened, many things to discuss."
There have been others of the group that haven't been seen for a while. Since the sickness Moonseeker has kept to herself. Though even she can't stay away for ever, the young feline is slowly moving along across some of the ebony colored stones her mind else where until she catches voices up ahead. Curious as to what might be going on she hurries up to see for herself. Once close enough to see the ones here she glances over them, her head tilting as she catches something about a green eyed cougar that seems to be up to no good.
Softpaws is about to protest the repeat of information as unnecessary, but wisely keeps her maw shut as following Paoro's gaze past clearly illuminates that which she targets her words. Still, the girl's ears flatten, eyes narrowing at the new Clan Matron... so this is whom has taken Paoro's place. ... Hrmph. Well, she'll see about that one. It remains to be seen how she'll handle things - in Softpaw's mind, one can only succeed Paoro not replace her. Regardless, Softpaws trots forward and deposits herself towards the edge of the forming circle and merely observes those present, while idly going over in her head what little she knows about this Azriel. "Sounds like he could be an interesting challenge." She remarks softly to no one in particular... go figure.
A light, soundless pace brings Shadowfrisk toward the grouping. Her arrival is nothing more than convenient, as the cougaress intends merely to pass through on her way to whatever odd destination has struck her fancy this time. But a look upon some of the gathered faces convinces Shadow otherwise. She stops and sits down, as if that's what she meant to do all along. Just what it is that's going on eludes her, but no doubt it'll become clear if she just stays and listens. One can never go wrong with that.
"Azriel?" The name is practiced, and rolls freely off Ayashe's tongue. "Why?" she asks. "What has he done to her?" Green eyes sweep and settle on her mate, and she becomes visibly tense. "Where I have been should be no concern of yours," she replies coolly, though there is nothing unkind about her voice. "I have needed time to make friends with the trees and the stones again. Many things have changed since I was here last." Softpaws earns herself a reproachful glance, though Ayashe says nothing.
Paoro glances about at those who have gathered, as if drawn to the area by the intangible feeling of anxiety in the air, before padding over to Ayashe's side, nuzzling against her cheek for a brief moment before drawing back and speaking aloud, both to Ayashe and the others. "Azriel has hurt Maulisho, and we have no reason not to believe that he may continue his attacks among the Sisters here. I would advise you all to stay close, or at least in pairs, to prevent being caught off-guard."
Okay, Chesmu didn't mean to offend Ayashe. "I am sorry. I did not mean to pry into your business. I was merely concerned." If only he had known Ayashe more before she had chosen him. He smiles to the matron, then turns to Paoro. "I can only hope this... Azriel, can be found. I will be searching thoroughly myself. The most important thing here is to make sure he doesn't come close to the territory. If he's as aggressive as he sounds, then I shall be especially careful. It would be a crying shame for this tribe to lose a Chieftain so soon after losing another." He doesn't mean it selfishly, nor does he mean to dig up a sour thing for Paoro, but such a loss could have terrible repercussions for the tribe. "Where is Maulisho?"
Moonseeker lets her gaze dift over the ones here, most she knows and are family at least. Still she settles down a good distance away upon her haunches, tail curling to her side. Her ears lower as she hears the took while her gaze drifts to the trees. So there's a cougar around causing trouble and now they need to either stay close to wander around in pairs? Its not like she really knows the others well other then her mother as she tends to stick to herself to start with so this should be a interesting thing if nothing else.
A reproachful glance huh? If that's the worst she gets from this crowd today, then obviously her reputation needs some polishing up. Speaking of which, talk of this Azriel is stirring her curiosity - obviously she's going to have to track down Maulisho and try to get some more information out of her later when there are fewer souls around for her to be self conscious about. The only question related to that particular angle is just how to go about asking - it may be too much to simply ask as she has yet to discover how much their previous friendship may have atrophied in her absence. But there is still information to be gleaned from here, if she can... "Mistress, what are the last whereabouts of this interloper? Mayhap if we send in some clan sisters to deal with him..."
Stay close? Pairs? Shadowfrisk has, by now, learned of the situation, if not all the details. It doesn't alter her horror at Paoro's idea of caution. "Must be joking." Shadow snorts to herself as she rises to her four and slips over to the well's edge, tail flicking carelessly. If she is at all concerned by any of this, it's not apparent in the slightest. How surprisingly typical.
As her mother touches her nose to the soft fur of her cheek, Ayashe's eyes widen a fraction in what appears to be surprise, though the reason for this does not immediately make itself known. She nods to Paoro, and then to Chesmu. Their reasoning is sound - she can only approve. "Softpaws," she says lowly, "we will do no such thing. If he sets foot on clan territory, then we will act - but far be it from us to leave our homeland and put our lives in danger for the sake of a 'challenge,' as you so put it. That would be a needless and foolish risk. He knows that he is outnumbered here, and with Chesmu in power, he would not dare pursue Maulisho - or any of us - across the border. Do /not/ forget that we are a peaceful clan."
The aging cougaress was about to remind those inquiring of her that she is no longer the matron, and thus no longer the head of the tribe, but Ayashe's quick response saves her from needing to do such. In a show of support - she is the one who chose the new matron, after all - she nods her head after Ayashe speaks. "Justice is needed, but not at the risk of further attacks on other sisters. But if he is foolish enough to pursue Maulisho into tribal lands, or even near to them, then we must all be united and ready to take him on. Separated from one another, we are no more a family than the other loners who make their homes as far away from one another as they can. If you hold the values of family and sisterhood as important as I do, then you know we must stand together as one, with Chief Chesmu and Matron Ayashe leading us on."
Chesmu can't help but feel just a *little* pride swell in his heart at this. What with Paoro throwing such weight behing him *and* his mate. Lead on. He'll do his best, he's said so. But hearing Paoro talk like that makes him feel all the more... appreciated and prepared for his role. "Indeed we are peaceful. Tempting though such a thing as vengeance is. Instead, lets try to support Maulisho. She is expecting, and soon we will have new members of our tribe. I can protect this tribe, but I need the help of all the tribe, one way or another." He looks at Paoro. "And... I thank you for your confidence and support Paoro. Without your advice, things would be more difficult."
Moonseeker ears flick as she hears Softpaws, she rather likes the idea of going after the problem instead of waiting for it to come to them. "Why would he follow Maulisho here.. Has something else happened that would cause this?" So much for keeping quiet. Not like she would go chasing after some crazy male anyway, specially when his already attaked someone, and she would protect anyone here if needs be. A glance is offered to Chesmu at the talk of Maulisho, well there's something she didn't know, not that its a real surprize seeing how she has been very abscent lately.
Softpaws hisses in distaste as she is reminded once more regarding the clan's generally pacifistic ways - one of the few things she has heartily disagreed with for as long as she can remember, "Need I remind you that the damage is already done?" She asks, thrashing her tail through the dust behind her in agitation as she speaks, glaring first at the Matron, then Paoro, "Sitting and nothing nothing to actively deal the problem invites only more attacks. This nonsense of traveling in pairs will only force him, should he come again, to pick his targets with more care." All we are saying... is give peace a chance... *BANG!* Pacifism gets no one anywhere. Softpaws eyes Chesmu, "And I'll hope you'll pardon me, but I have zero confidence in any male being able to protect the clan as a whole."
Shadowfrisk paws at whatever water is gathered at the bottom of the hole, before Softpaws' words reach her attention. And she likes what she's hearing. She may not give a rat's tail about all of this, but conflict is beautiful in any form. She has half a mind to voice agreement, but Shadow decides to keep out of it for now, resigning herself to simply paying more close attention, with the faintest of smiles crossing her maw.
"What would /you/ do?" Ayashe asks Softpaws, her irritation building to a low growl. "There is no evidence to support that Azriel is even in the area. If you want to hunt him, then I cannot stop you, but I will not send any of my sisters to their deaths because /you're/ thirsty for blood. We are safe here, Softpaws - and to go in search of rogue males outside our territory means not only keeping one eye open for Azriel, but for LaVeaux and Man as well." The Matron is bristling now, and flexing her claws is all she can do to keep from curling her lip at the other female. "If you do not have faith in our Chief, then I suggest that you find another tribe. No one is forcing you to live by our teachings, but if you have any desire to continue hunting on Chesmu's lands, you will give him the respect that he deserves."
Paoro turns to Moonseeker, padding to her side for a similarly affectionate nuzzle. "We do not know if he will. But we cannot be too careful - to an aggressive male like himself, the thought of so many females to take as his own may be too much for him to leave us alone. Better to be prepared for him - or any other male - than to be attacked unexpectedly." She turns to Softpaws. "Nothing can undo that damage, Softpaws. Not even killing Azriel. I'd rather let him come to us, on familiar ground, than we attempt to seek him out and get ambushed. He has at least a fox working with him - perhaps he has other allies as well. That's precisely why we must all work together, not apart." And then Ayashe lets her have it, and the shamaness makes no moves to stop her or contradict her. The matron makes the rules, and she can only go against them when she feels that they would do more harm than good. This is not one of those cases.
Chesmu listens to Ayasha lashing of Softpaws. She is right, there should be a little more respect than what is going on right now. However. "We must stop this infighting. As ruthless and dangerous as this Azriel may be, if we don't unite in purpose, and stop this disagreeement, he may yet be able to do more harm than we intend." He looks at Softpaws. "Consider your words carefully, as my mate has said, we cannot stop you. However, I feel it would be my duty to inform you that should you choose such a destructive and dangerous course of action, you will be alone. I cannot ask any of my followers and fellow tribals to go on a rampage. I suggest you calm down. There are consequences for such actions, and I am afraid it seems to me you have considered not a single one!" At the mention of a fox, he looks at Paoro with curiosity. "You forgot to mention that to me. We should probably keep an eye ot for this fox as well."
Moonseeker a very faint grin crosses her maw as she hears Softpaws, she has always liked Softpaws for as long as she can remember. Her gaze turns to her mother whom she nuzzles back and offers a faint smile nodding as she listions to what she says. "I suppose so.." She says softly to her mother, a ear flicks as she lisitons to her sister and frowns as there brother is brought up. "We have more to worry about with Azriel then with our brother." Most likely she hsould have just kept quiet, but hey she might as well put her two cents in at some point.
"Cowering in fear and hoping for the best instead of confronting the problem and having a free paw in one's future is hardly what I'd call a plan." Softpaws returns just as sharply to the Matron as her own words were intended for this 'wayward lass', letting disdain seep into her voice. Yes, this new matron has definitely not earned Softpaw's loyalty, and few have. Chesmu characteristically is ignored entirely during the exchange, at least by this lass. If consequences are to come, so be it. It's the lesser of two evils if the clan as a whole is to survive. However, just as she's gearing up for another broadside against those whom lead, Paoro's words come to the fore, and those rising hackles nearly instantly settle... "... An angle I hadn't yet considered M'lady. I shall take it under consideration." she replies, looking at the Shamaness and standing, "By your leave, I require something to soothe my parched throat." Want to guess whom has earned her loyalty of those present? For the record, one's loyalty can ge towards an ideal, and not necessarily for it's current leadership.
Ayashe remains silent as Softpaws speaks, but when she turns and asks Paoro for permission to drink, the Matron can be silent no longer. "It is clear that you respect neither my mate nor myself," she says, "and so I will ask you to leave Amaranth lands until the moon is full again. Take that time to search for Azriel, if that suits you, but I suggest you focus on reconsidering your loyalties instead. I am glad that you have the sense to look to my mother for guidance - she is wise, but she is no longer the Matron of this clan. If that is something you cannot accept, do not return."
"The fox is more concerned with harming one of Maulisho's wolfen friends than with Maulisho herself," Paoro clarifies. "Maulisho has also sent word to the Lazuli pack, where her friend originates, about the fox, so I am sure they will handle that part adequately themselves." She turns back to Moonseeker, offering another nuzzle. "I know, little seeker. But we cannot assume that LaVeaux, or any other male for that matter, will not choose to ally himself with Azriel as well. We cannot be too careful until we have determined Azriel's intentions regarding our tribe, or he has been dealt with sufficiently." As Softpaws continues to undermine the authority of those she has given her blessing to, the normally placid shamaness utters a growl before erupting with a sharp chastisement: "Enough! I will have no more of this backbiting between us! We are a family, by the spirits - and I will tolerate this arguing no more." When Paoro gets angry, you know you've gone too far. She glares pointedly, fur bristling, at Softpaws all the while Ayashe gives her own verdict on her behavior, only speaking after the punishment has been spoken by her eldest daughter before giving her own opinions on the matter. "I have allowed you to continue your constant criticisms of those in charge - not only Chesmu and Ayashe, but Ahiga as well - in the assumption that it was merely a way of adjusting to a new situation. But I will not allow it to continue if it means you contradict their spoken word and law. I will echo what they have already said - if you cannot accept them as just as capable leaders as how you idealize myself - and I assure you, I am not perfect - then you may find solitary life more suited to your ways. Chesmu and Ayashe have my full support - if they do not have yours as well, then neither do you have mine."
"So it shall be. Softpaws, you are dismissed. Go now. I pray for your sake that you learn what is important to you during that time. That is all I have to say to you." Nothing more Chesmu could say, really, that his mate and his admired and respected shamaness did not say already. He turns to the rest of the group. "Very well. Lazuli is warned, then that business is satisfactory to me. As for Azriel, I shall search for him, but only as a peaceful messenger. He must be warned to leave the area, or consequense shall follow. I cannot have such a threat near the tribe."
Moonseeker blinks as she hears Ayashe speak to Softpaws, her ears lower slightly. "Ayashe.. Everyone takes time to get use to new things." She offers with a relaxed tone attempting to calm the waters to some degree. Though as her mother 'explodes' basicly near her she quickly quiets down and looks to Softpaws with a frown. Out of the ones in the group that are not family she's considered Softpaws a friend, hopfuly what her mother has said will knock some sense into her. Her gaze turns to Chesmu as everyone basicly agrees that Softpaws should leave. Seems she's the only one that has attempted to say anything on Softpaw's part, which might backfire for herself with the way tempers are flaring right now.
Stillness presides over the lass as she stops mid-step, an ear quirked towards the leadership of the clan as they pronounce their verdict. No immediate reply is forthcoming as she lets their words pass over her, and they begin to rattle their way around through her skull. Finally, a slow grim smile blossoms across the girl's muzzle as she comes to a realization, and she turns to regard those whom had spoken, only to break off when Moonseeker tries to arise to her defense. Heartening, if misguided... "Moonseeker, now is not the time... mayhap later if things go awary." finally she turns to stare at the regals, and she allows her other paw to rest beside the first, a smug look by all accounts. "Message received M'ladies. I hope to do you proud." And with that, she takes off towards the river in the distance. In her mind, she was just given a carte' blanche' to deal with the situation as she sees fit. Without backup of course, but that just is in her mind to put some distance between the clan and her actions should things go south - just as is proper for one of their wayward daughters to act without sanction. Good lord - just what have ye unleashed upon the world?
"So much for unity." Shadowfrisk purrs blithely, stretching her spine and working off a few bothersome kinks. She moves away from the source of water, seeking out a piece of ground more suited for comfort. Her dark golden eyes drift to Softpaws and follow after her departure, but they don't remain there long. The clan's newest chieftains take her primary attention. She doesn't do anything with it yet, but it's there, and it's staying there. This whole thing has progressed to a rather fascinating conclusion... if one can even call it that. There's most definitely no way Shadow is peeling herself away now.
Paoro watches Softpaws head towards the mesa, and the slope beyond, though not with eyes filled entirely with wrath - no, there's a hint of concern there as well. She certainly didn't /want/ her to leave, but as she knows well enough with her own childraising experiences, a lack of discipline only results in the problem behaviors continuing, not ceasing. She only hopes she'll come back with a more...pleasant demeanor towards the current leaders. She overhears Shadowfrisk's comment, and turns to her, though not even with a fraction of the wrath that was previously smeared across her maw. "A family is only as strong as its weakest link, Shadowfrisk," she replies, returning to her more usual manners of gentle chastisements.
Chesmu sighs. He was hoping for a little more support from the tribe on that. "Don't worry about Softpaws. She will be okay, I'm sure of it." Chesmu doesn't really believe that, though. A signle somewhat reckless female against a male? Chesmu looks over his tribe. "She'll be okay." Chesmu decides it is high time he gets back to marking to territory again. He is soon off in the distance. How could this happen?
Moonseeker frowns as she watches Softpaws goes and a sigh escapes her as she hears everyone. She glances after Chesmu, her maw twitching before she turns and starts to move off without a word to anyone else. So much for this being a happy family movement! Without a look behind her the young feline moves towards the highlands not seems to care about the thought of being on her own, if something happens she'll deal with it.
Ayashe remains behind with Paoro, leaving Chesmu to the routine business of patrolling the borders. He doesn't remind her much of her father, but she is fond of him in her own way - and, unlike Softpaws, she has faith in his ability to protect the clan from outside threats.
== Sprawling Mesa ==
It has been a long search so far, with Chesmu also making sure to keep with his marking duties. So far, Chesmu has had no luck in finding poor Kasim. But he has to set the record straight. He may not be able to tell Kasim just what is going on, but he just has to talk to him. Let him know he is generally accepted by Chesmu. Maybe even allow him into the tribe, if not the territory as yet. This is amounting to be a hard thing. He just can't stand the idea of a heartbroken male not even allowed to even see his mate. He understands he's likely to provide little consolation or comfort. He treads softly through the territory, thinking about what had happened.
Heading back towards the south, where she and Maulisho left Chesmu and Kasim, Paoro finds nothing but a scent - but this works well enough. It's fresh enough to let her know that he traveled back towards the mesa to the east, and so she begins padding that way - and stumbles across him sooner than expected, at the stone well. She immediately picks up her pace, chirping out a greeting to announce her return. "Chief Chesmu - I have some things of great importance that you and Ayashe need to be aware of."
Chesmu stops when he hears his shamaness's voice. Something he and Ayashe needs to know? He stops and turns to Paoro, regarding her a moment, before heading back towards her. "What do you need to discuss, Paoro. Is it about Maulisho or Kasim?" Honestly, its been the biggest thing on his mind. He respectfully nods to Paoro. "I expect you refreshed Maulisho's markings." Kasim, Kasim, where are you?
In all truthfulness, amidst all the confusion, the shamaness forgot. But that's of little importance now. Ignoring the question, she simply says what needs to be said: "Maulisho was...harmed by a male cougar a little while back. I am afraid he may try to pursue her, or another sister, within our tribe. Obviously, he is not to be allowed within our lands...but even further than that, I feel his crimes may be worthy of active pursuit. I cannot be certain until I consult the spirits, but I do not need the spirits to tell me he is not of good character."
As if there wern't enough amiss, what is but one more soul in this gathering about the odd well recessed in the hill side? For while others may have arrived here for their own various reasons, there is but one reason a particular young lass is present - and that's to quietly reflect upon life and to sip from the tepid, bland yet interrestingly flavored depression from whence the landmark derives it's name. As such, we find the aptly, or perhaps ironically, named Softpaws dozing lightly on the smooth black bassalt by the water's edge, her ears quirking as a frown begins to emerge, the noises of others arriving... an eye peeks open a crack - who dares disturb her slumber?
And that is enough to make Chesmu angry. Not at Paoro. But at the idea that someone... anyone, would do harm to not only a sister of his tribe, but to his old friend. "Who?" Chesmu asks, in an understandably angry tone. "Who would harm Maulisho? Who would harm my friend? And what did he do to one of our beloved sisters in this tribe?" He walks closer to Paoro, his grey eyes betraying his anger at this information. "Am I to understand I am to keep her within the territory as well?" Full of questions, Chesmu knows he must do what is right for the security of Maulisho and the tribe.
"His name is Azriel. He has green eyes, and he often uses words like 'm'lady'," Paoro replies, giving out all the details of the rogue that Maulisho gave her. Anything to help find him. "As for what he did...that is for Maulisho to decide if she wishes for others to know. But suffice to say, it is something unforgivable." She considers his last question briefly. "Yes. But she has made it clear that when it comes time for her cubs to be born, she wants no males nearby. The Sisters will take care of anything she needs at that point."
"No... males?" Chesmu says. And then it dawns on him. So this is why she made that request to him. "Paoro. I will do what she asks, but I am begging her, pleading with her, either directly or through you, to at least see her mate one more time before she does." Chesmu has not noticed Softpaws yet. "There is another favor I must ask. Its for Kasim's sake." Chesmu takes a deep breath, "I need your help in finding him and... bringing him into this tribe, or at least seeing if he is willing to be a part of it. Far be it from me to allow tradition to seperate Maulisho from him. For both their sakes... please." Azriel. The details of Azriel that are given to him are remembered. Enemy. Enemy to Maulisho. Enemy to Chesmu. Enemy to the Tribe.
Softpaws listens idly, giving little indication of life aside from shallow breathing and the slight flickering of one ear as it tracks each speaker intently, much akin to a direction finding antenna does when generating a bearing on a given signal. ... Interesting. Seems alot has transpired while she was away - that that she expected much else in reality, life doesn't remain static, but generally moves on. "Sounds like an... interesting fellow." She offers after several long moments listening - there's that unwritten rule one must wait and listen two minutes before entering another's conversation, but eh... subtlety has never been one of her strong points. Opening both eyes and standing the lithe lass cautiously makes her way down the slope of the smooth basalt rocks towards the growing gathering. Might as well get in while the fun is to be had.
Ayashe is a private creature at heart, and has felt a pull between her duty to her clan and her duty to herself these past few weeks. Avoiding Chesmu and her mother may not have been the best course of action, but it was the most comfortable - settling into the role of Matron has been difficult, and the solitude has helped clear her head. She follows Softpaws from a distance, as curious as she is apprehensive; it's unusual to see so many cougars gathered in one place, so there must be a reason. Hopefully, that reason is a cause for celebration rather than fear or mourning.
Paoro nods. "I will speak with her about that, and will do what I can regarding the other, but in the meantime, this is a top priority. I would much rather have Kasim wait to see his mate than for her to be hurt further while we search for him instead of the other." She glances back to Softpaws at the sound of her voice, sighting her daughter some distance behind. Waiting until Ayashe has drawn close enough to be within hearing distance, she repeats herself. "There is a green-eyed male cougar about who may be a source of danger to our tribe. He has already harmed Maulisho. His name is Azriel. If you see him, it would be highly advisable to seek out the Chief."
Chesmu understands. He will be searching diligently for this male. Azriel, Azriel. He turns and sees Softpaws and... Ayashe! He stands and walks over toward his mate. He must make Ayashe happy. Not just because Paoro will make him suffer for failing to do so, but simply because this is his mate. Feeling have already been developing, ven in her absense. "Ayashe. Where have you been? A lot has happened, many things to discuss."
There have been others of the group that haven't been seen for a while. Since the sickness Moonseeker has kept to herself. Though even she can't stay away for ever, the young feline is slowly moving along across some of the ebony colored stones her mind else where until she catches voices up ahead. Curious as to what might be going on she hurries up to see for herself. Once close enough to see the ones here she glances over them, her head tilting as she catches something about a green eyed cougar that seems to be up to no good.
Softpaws is about to protest the repeat of information as unnecessary, but wisely keeps her maw shut as following Paoro's gaze past clearly illuminates that which she targets her words. Still, the girl's ears flatten, eyes narrowing at the new Clan Matron... so this is whom has taken Paoro's place. ... Hrmph. Well, she'll see about that one. It remains to be seen how she'll handle things - in Softpaw's mind, one can only succeed Paoro not replace her. Regardless, Softpaws trots forward and deposits herself towards the edge of the forming circle and merely observes those present, while idly going over in her head what little she knows about this Azriel. "Sounds like he could be an interesting challenge." She remarks softly to no one in particular... go figure.
A light, soundless pace brings Shadowfrisk toward the grouping. Her arrival is nothing more than convenient, as the cougaress intends merely to pass through on her way to whatever odd destination has struck her fancy this time. But a look upon some of the gathered faces convinces Shadow otherwise. She stops and sits down, as if that's what she meant to do all along. Just what it is that's going on eludes her, but no doubt it'll become clear if she just stays and listens. One can never go wrong with that.
"Azriel?" The name is practiced, and rolls freely off Ayashe's tongue. "Why?" she asks. "What has he done to her?" Green eyes sweep and settle on her mate, and she becomes visibly tense. "Where I have been should be no concern of yours," she replies coolly, though there is nothing unkind about her voice. "I have needed time to make friends with the trees and the stones again. Many things have changed since I was here last." Softpaws earns herself a reproachful glance, though Ayashe says nothing.
Paoro glances about at those who have gathered, as if drawn to the area by the intangible feeling of anxiety in the air, before padding over to Ayashe's side, nuzzling against her cheek for a brief moment before drawing back and speaking aloud, both to Ayashe and the others. "Azriel has hurt Maulisho, and we have no reason not to believe that he may continue his attacks among the Sisters here. I would advise you all to stay close, or at least in pairs, to prevent being caught off-guard."
Okay, Chesmu didn't mean to offend Ayashe. "I am sorry. I did not mean to pry into your business. I was merely concerned." If only he had known Ayashe more before she had chosen him. He smiles to the matron, then turns to Paoro. "I can only hope this... Azriel, can be found. I will be searching thoroughly myself. The most important thing here is to make sure he doesn't come close to the territory. If he's as aggressive as he sounds, then I shall be especially careful. It would be a crying shame for this tribe to lose a Chieftain so soon after losing another." He doesn't mean it selfishly, nor does he mean to dig up a sour thing for Paoro, but such a loss could have terrible repercussions for the tribe. "Where is Maulisho?"
Moonseeker lets her gaze dift over the ones here, most she knows and are family at least. Still she settles down a good distance away upon her haunches, tail curling to her side. Her ears lower as she hears the took while her gaze drifts to the trees. So there's a cougar around causing trouble and now they need to either stay close to wander around in pairs? Its not like she really knows the others well other then her mother as she tends to stick to herself to start with so this should be a interesting thing if nothing else.
A reproachful glance huh? If that's the worst she gets from this crowd today, then obviously her reputation needs some polishing up. Speaking of which, talk of this Azriel is stirring her curiosity - obviously she's going to have to track down Maulisho and try to get some more information out of her later when there are fewer souls around for her to be self conscious about. The only question related to that particular angle is just how to go about asking - it may be too much to simply ask as she has yet to discover how much their previous friendship may have atrophied in her absence. But there is still information to be gleaned from here, if she can... "Mistress, what are the last whereabouts of this interloper? Mayhap if we send in some clan sisters to deal with him..."
Stay close? Pairs? Shadowfrisk has, by now, learned of the situation, if not all the details. It doesn't alter her horror at Paoro's idea of caution. "Must be joking." Shadow snorts to herself as she rises to her four and slips over to the well's edge, tail flicking carelessly. If she is at all concerned by any of this, it's not apparent in the slightest. How surprisingly typical.
As her mother touches her nose to the soft fur of her cheek, Ayashe's eyes widen a fraction in what appears to be surprise, though the reason for this does not immediately make itself known. She nods to Paoro, and then to Chesmu. Their reasoning is sound - she can only approve. "Softpaws," she says lowly, "we will do no such thing. If he sets foot on clan territory, then we will act - but far be it from us to leave our homeland and put our lives in danger for the sake of a 'challenge,' as you so put it. That would be a needless and foolish risk. He knows that he is outnumbered here, and with Chesmu in power, he would not dare pursue Maulisho - or any of us - across the border. Do /not/ forget that we are a peaceful clan."
The aging cougaress was about to remind those inquiring of her that she is no longer the matron, and thus no longer the head of the tribe, but Ayashe's quick response saves her from needing to do such. In a show of support - she is the one who chose the new matron, after all - she nods her head after Ayashe speaks. "Justice is needed, but not at the risk of further attacks on other sisters. But if he is foolish enough to pursue Maulisho into tribal lands, or even near to them, then we must all be united and ready to take him on. Separated from one another, we are no more a family than the other loners who make their homes as far away from one another as they can. If you hold the values of family and sisterhood as important as I do, then you know we must stand together as one, with Chief Chesmu and Matron Ayashe leading us on."
Chesmu can't help but feel just a *little* pride swell in his heart at this. What with Paoro throwing such weight behing him *and* his mate. Lead on. He'll do his best, he's said so. But hearing Paoro talk like that makes him feel all the more... appreciated and prepared for his role. "Indeed we are peaceful. Tempting though such a thing as vengeance is. Instead, lets try to support Maulisho. She is expecting, and soon we will have new members of our tribe. I can protect this tribe, but I need the help of all the tribe, one way or another." He looks at Paoro. "And... I thank you for your confidence and support Paoro. Without your advice, things would be more difficult."
Moonseeker ears flick as she hears Softpaws, she rather likes the idea of going after the problem instead of waiting for it to come to them. "Why would he follow Maulisho here.. Has something else happened that would cause this?" So much for keeping quiet. Not like she would go chasing after some crazy male anyway, specially when his already attaked someone, and she would protect anyone here if needs be. A glance is offered to Chesmu at the talk of Maulisho, well there's something she didn't know, not that its a real surprize seeing how she has been very abscent lately.
Softpaws hisses in distaste as she is reminded once more regarding the clan's generally pacifistic ways - one of the few things she has heartily disagreed with for as long as she can remember, "Need I remind you that the damage is already done?" She asks, thrashing her tail through the dust behind her in agitation as she speaks, glaring first at the Matron, then Paoro, "Sitting and nothing nothing to actively deal the problem invites only more attacks. This nonsense of traveling in pairs will only force him, should he come again, to pick his targets with more care." All we are saying... is give peace a chance... *BANG!* Pacifism gets no one anywhere. Softpaws eyes Chesmu, "And I'll hope you'll pardon me, but I have zero confidence in any male being able to protect the clan as a whole."
Shadowfrisk paws at whatever water is gathered at the bottom of the hole, before Softpaws' words reach her attention. And she likes what she's hearing. She may not give a rat's tail about all of this, but conflict is beautiful in any form. She has half a mind to voice agreement, but Shadow decides to keep out of it for now, resigning herself to simply paying more close attention, with the faintest of smiles crossing her maw.
"What would /you/ do?" Ayashe asks Softpaws, her irritation building to a low growl. "There is no evidence to support that Azriel is even in the area. If you want to hunt him, then I cannot stop you, but I will not send any of my sisters to their deaths because /you're/ thirsty for blood. We are safe here, Softpaws - and to go in search of rogue males outside our territory means not only keeping one eye open for Azriel, but for LaVeaux and Man as well." The Matron is bristling now, and flexing her claws is all she can do to keep from curling her lip at the other female. "If you do not have faith in our Chief, then I suggest that you find another tribe. No one is forcing you to live by our teachings, but if you have any desire to continue hunting on Chesmu's lands, you will give him the respect that he deserves."
Paoro turns to Moonseeker, padding to her side for a similarly affectionate nuzzle. "We do not know if he will. But we cannot be too careful - to an aggressive male like himself, the thought of so many females to take as his own may be too much for him to leave us alone. Better to be prepared for him - or any other male - than to be attacked unexpectedly." She turns to Softpaws. "Nothing can undo that damage, Softpaws. Not even killing Azriel. I'd rather let him come to us, on familiar ground, than we attempt to seek him out and get ambushed. He has at least a fox working with him - perhaps he has other allies as well. That's precisely why we must all work together, not apart." And then Ayashe lets her have it, and the shamaness makes no moves to stop her or contradict her. The matron makes the rules, and she can only go against them when she feels that they would do more harm than good. This is not one of those cases.
Chesmu listens to Ayasha lashing of Softpaws. She is right, there should be a little more respect than what is going on right now. However. "We must stop this infighting. As ruthless and dangerous as this Azriel may be, if we don't unite in purpose, and stop this disagreeement, he may yet be able to do more harm than we intend." He looks at Softpaws. "Consider your words carefully, as my mate has said, we cannot stop you. However, I feel it would be my duty to inform you that should you choose such a destructive and dangerous course of action, you will be alone. I cannot ask any of my followers and fellow tribals to go on a rampage. I suggest you calm down. There are consequences for such actions, and I am afraid it seems to me you have considered not a single one!" At the mention of a fox, he looks at Paoro with curiosity. "You forgot to mention that to me. We should probably keep an eye ot for this fox as well."
Moonseeker a very faint grin crosses her maw as she hears Softpaws, she has always liked Softpaws for as long as she can remember. Her gaze turns to her mother whom she nuzzles back and offers a faint smile nodding as she listions to what she says. "I suppose so.." She says softly to her mother, a ear flicks as she lisitons to her sister and frowns as there brother is brought up. "We have more to worry about with Azriel then with our brother." Most likely she hsould have just kept quiet, but hey she might as well put her two cents in at some point.
"Cowering in fear and hoping for the best instead of confronting the problem and having a free paw in one's future is hardly what I'd call a plan." Softpaws returns just as sharply to the Matron as her own words were intended for this 'wayward lass', letting disdain seep into her voice. Yes, this new matron has definitely not earned Softpaw's loyalty, and few have. Chesmu characteristically is ignored entirely during the exchange, at least by this lass. If consequences are to come, so be it. It's the lesser of two evils if the clan as a whole is to survive. However, just as she's gearing up for another broadside against those whom lead, Paoro's words come to the fore, and those rising hackles nearly instantly settle... "... An angle I hadn't yet considered M'lady. I shall take it under consideration." she replies, looking at the Shamaness and standing, "By your leave, I require something to soothe my parched throat." Want to guess whom has earned her loyalty of those present? For the record, one's loyalty can ge towards an ideal, and not necessarily for it's current leadership.
Ayashe remains silent as Softpaws speaks, but when she turns and asks Paoro for permission to drink, the Matron can be silent no longer. "It is clear that you respect neither my mate nor myself," she says, "and so I will ask you to leave Amaranth lands until the moon is full again. Take that time to search for Azriel, if that suits you, but I suggest you focus on reconsidering your loyalties instead. I am glad that you have the sense to look to my mother for guidance - she is wise, but she is no longer the Matron of this clan. If that is something you cannot accept, do not return."
"The fox is more concerned with harming one of Maulisho's wolfen friends than with Maulisho herself," Paoro clarifies. "Maulisho has also sent word to the Lazuli pack, where her friend originates, about the fox, so I am sure they will handle that part adequately themselves." She turns back to Moonseeker, offering another nuzzle. "I know, little seeker. But we cannot assume that LaVeaux, or any other male for that matter, will not choose to ally himself with Azriel as well. We cannot be too careful until we have determined Azriel's intentions regarding our tribe, or he has been dealt with sufficiently." As Softpaws continues to undermine the authority of those she has given her blessing to, the normally placid shamaness utters a growl before erupting with a sharp chastisement: "Enough! I will have no more of this backbiting between us! We are a family, by the spirits - and I will tolerate this arguing no more." When Paoro gets angry, you know you've gone too far. She glares pointedly, fur bristling, at Softpaws all the while Ayashe gives her own verdict on her behavior, only speaking after the punishment has been spoken by her eldest daughter before giving her own opinions on the matter. "I have allowed you to continue your constant criticisms of those in charge - not only Chesmu and Ayashe, but Ahiga as well - in the assumption that it was merely a way of adjusting to a new situation. But I will not allow it to continue if it means you contradict their spoken word and law. I will echo what they have already said - if you cannot accept them as just as capable leaders as how you idealize myself - and I assure you, I am not perfect - then you may find solitary life more suited to your ways. Chesmu and Ayashe have my full support - if they do not have yours as well, then neither do you have mine."
"So it shall be. Softpaws, you are dismissed. Go now. I pray for your sake that you learn what is important to you during that time. That is all I have to say to you." Nothing more Chesmu could say, really, that his mate and his admired and respected shamaness did not say already. He turns to the rest of the group. "Very well. Lazuli is warned, then that business is satisfactory to me. As for Azriel, I shall search for him, but only as a peaceful messenger. He must be warned to leave the area, or consequense shall follow. I cannot have such a threat near the tribe."
Moonseeker blinks as she hears Ayashe speak to Softpaws, her ears lower slightly. "Ayashe.. Everyone takes time to get use to new things." She offers with a relaxed tone attempting to calm the waters to some degree. Though as her mother 'explodes' basicly near her she quickly quiets down and looks to Softpaws with a frown. Out of the ones in the group that are not family she's considered Softpaws a friend, hopfuly what her mother has said will knock some sense into her. Her gaze turns to Chesmu as everyone basicly agrees that Softpaws should leave. Seems she's the only one that has attempted to say anything on Softpaw's part, which might backfire for herself with the way tempers are flaring right now.
Stillness presides over the lass as she stops mid-step, an ear quirked towards the leadership of the clan as they pronounce their verdict. No immediate reply is forthcoming as she lets their words pass over her, and they begin to rattle their way around through her skull. Finally, a slow grim smile blossoms across the girl's muzzle as she comes to a realization, and she turns to regard those whom had spoken, only to break off when Moonseeker tries to arise to her defense. Heartening, if misguided... "Moonseeker, now is not the time... mayhap later if things go awary." finally she turns to stare at the regals, and she allows her other paw to rest beside the first, a smug look by all accounts. "Message received M'ladies. I hope to do you proud." And with that, she takes off towards the river in the distance. In her mind, she was just given a carte' blanche' to deal with the situation as she sees fit. Without backup of course, but that just is in her mind to put some distance between the clan and her actions should things go south - just as is proper for one of their wayward daughters to act without sanction. Good lord - just what have ye unleashed upon the world?
"So much for unity." Shadowfrisk purrs blithely, stretching her spine and working off a few bothersome kinks. She moves away from the source of water, seeking out a piece of ground more suited for comfort. Her dark golden eyes drift to Softpaws and follow after her departure, but they don't remain there long. The clan's newest chieftains take her primary attention. She doesn't do anything with it yet, but it's there, and it's staying there. This whole thing has progressed to a rather fascinating conclusion... if one can even call it that. There's most definitely no way Shadow is peeling herself away now.
Paoro watches Softpaws head towards the mesa, and the slope beyond, though not with eyes filled entirely with wrath - no, there's a hint of concern there as well. She certainly didn't /want/ her to leave, but as she knows well enough with her own childraising experiences, a lack of discipline only results in the problem behaviors continuing, not ceasing. She only hopes she'll come back with a more...pleasant demeanor towards the current leaders. She overhears Shadowfrisk's comment, and turns to her, though not even with a fraction of the wrath that was previously smeared across her maw. "A family is only as strong as its weakest link, Shadowfrisk," she replies, returning to her more usual manners of gentle chastisements.
Chesmu sighs. He was hoping for a little more support from the tribe on that. "Don't worry about Softpaws. She will be okay, I'm sure of it." Chesmu doesn't really believe that, though. A signle somewhat reckless female against a male? Chesmu looks over his tribe. "She'll be okay." Chesmu decides it is high time he gets back to marking to territory again. He is soon off in the distance. How could this happen?
Moonseeker frowns as she watches Softpaws goes and a sigh escapes her as she hears everyone. She glances after Chesmu, her maw twitching before she turns and starts to move off without a word to anyone else. So much for this being a happy family movement! Without a look behind her the young feline moves towards the highlands not seems to care about the thought of being on her own, if something happens she'll deal with it.
Ayashe remains behind with Paoro, leaving Chesmu to the routine business of patrolling the borders. He doesn't remind her much of her father, but she is fond of him in her own way - and, unlike Softpaws, she has faith in his ability to protect the clan from outside threats.