Thursday, February 11, 2016

Spirits of Taust: Chapter One

Roofian stumbled through the desert floor, fur already matted with the sand. He huffed irritably, ready to be out of the heat. Once he reached the end of the feline territory, he could reach his next target to plunder; the otters. From what he gained from his spies, they had all sorts of ancient treasures. He continued down, leaving tiny raccoon pawsteps on his trail, which quickly came covered up again as the winds started to blow. He sighed, feeling the gusts blowing him back. While distracted, a figure decided it would be the perfect time to strike.

Out of the blue, Bastet threw herself at Roofian. She easily caught the raccoon with one paw, leaving him to whimper out to the Clouded Leopard. His three guards started forward. Bastet simply cast a green glare at them, and they backed away to where they were.

"B-Bastet!" Roofian squeaked, "what's the meaning of this?"

"Simple," she growled, "you're in my desert." Roofian blinked in confusion.

"B-but, Ba-" he squeaked again as she tightened her grip, "Lady Bastet, we made a truce, remember?"

"Yea, I remember now," she purred, gaze lightening. Roofian exhaled, relaxing. A low growl emitted from the leopard.

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna honor it," she hissed, claws unsheathing. The guards fearfully ran at Bastet, to which Bastet replied with her other paw slamming into the other three, knocking them back.

"Now then, how about you three run along and find another way into otter territory," she smirked.

"How did you know that?" one guard bravely spoke out.

"Oh, honey," she looked over, still bearing the grin, "I find these things out." She let the raccoon leader go, and he scuttled over to the others.

"I'll pay you!" Roofian hollered, "you can have half what I steal!"

"You sicken me," Bastet's smirk was replaced with another growl, "so how about you beat it before I have to kill you; trust me, it would be an easy pleasure." Without protest, the four raccoons ran off. Bastet sighed, and started walking further into her territory, back to her temple. A small grey head poked out behind a dune.
"Bastet!" his slightly high-pitched voice meowed, "that was incredible! How did you know they would be all the way over on this end of the territory?" He ran over to her, bright green eyes sparkling.

"Dear Egret, I just know these things," she gave his light grey fur a quick lick.

"Geez," he looked down as they started to walk together, "how will I ever become like you?"

"You don't need to be just like me to be a good leader," she shrugged, then turning her head to look at him, "you have good qualities that I don't have, anyway."

"You mean it?" he asked.

"Yes," she purred, hopping over a small boulder, Egret scrambling to climb over it. She sat down, waiting for him. "Besides, I don't plan on ever dying, so, maybe you won't have to worry about it."

"Even you aren't immortal, Bastet," Egret chuckled, hopping down from the boulder towards her. The two continued, and Bastet could see the temple in the distance, and make out two tabbies guarding the entrance.

"So...anyways," Egret started to mumble,"what was that about? He was right; you guys did make that truce. I've...been meaning to ask you this for awhile now, actually; what do you fight for, Bastet?"

Bastet gave him a weird look, and he shrunk down a bit. As if she forgot he asked her a question, she ran forwards a bit, reaching the temple, Egret hurrying after.

"Greetings, Bastet!" one of the tabbies bowed their head when they saw the giant feline. They turned to Egret as well, and purred in hello.

"Greetings, Mia," Bastet meowed, "where are the agents currently?"

"They've returned from their previous mission while you were gone. Nothing usual, they reported. Myra, however, didn't return."

"Myra?" Bastet repeated, thinking of the brown tabby with the dual-colored eyes.

"Indeed," the other guard poked in, "she ran off again."

Egret cocked his head, "why would she do that?"

Bastet shrugged it off, "she's one of my best; I tend not to get worried over her. I trust she knows what she's doing."

"If you insist..." the guard mumbled. Bastet gave a curt nod and walked inside, Egret following. Egret watched Bastet as they walked, admiring the godmark. Would he get that when he became leader? He knew it was a sign of approval from the gods to get the godmark. Only leaders were given them. A fluffy white shecat passed by Egret, giving a small smile as she walked. Egret awkwardly smiled back.

"Now then," Bastet said, "what do you want to work on?" She laid down on a cushion.

"I think we should try to plan the next temple," Egret meowed, "we could use a new training ground as well." Bastet nodded. She flicked her ear, and looked over at a window. Narrowing her eyes, she could see the small figure of Myra, heading over the dunes. Bastet purred in amusement; Myra was always the adventurer. It made sense to deem her an agent; the highest rank of soldier below Egret and then herself.

"Bastet?" Egret meowed. Bastet snapped her focus back at Egret, who was staring blankly at her.

"Sorry, go on," Bastet meowed, lying back down.

"Okay, great!" he smiled, tail flicking in pride, and continued discussing.

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