EBC: Storm Shelter

1/2 War assignments for Tacitus
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The clouds hung dark and thick in the sky, heavy with rain. They seemed almost ready to burst and pour down over the land at any moment. As the felines of the Shadow Empire readied themselves for battle, the ominous weather seemed quite suiting. Bodies of various shapes and sizes filled the clearing. Occasional clanks and other various sounds could be heard as armor was being slipped into and prepared. A faint hum grew on and off as some quietly chatted amongst each other, or discussed more important subjects. Alone, a young gray mountain cat sat nearby lingering from his own placement as he watched his empire-mates with deep concern in his copper eyes.

The restless and anxiety-riddled days that led up to this very point in time had dragged by for Tacitus, and undoubtedly others as well. Now that the time had finally come, the sick churning in his stomach and ache in Tac's heart had only grown intensely stronger. He of course feared greatly for the lives of all of the cats heading off into the claws of the hunters. Even if he had not truly gotten to know many of the cats in his proximity, the sheer thought of never seeing some of them again, or getting the chance to meet them filled him with dread. Though he also felt disgusted and ashamed. He was upset with himself alone, for making the decision to do nothing. He could of been helping, at least in some way, but instead he would be retreating underground to hide. He knew he technically could help fight, but didn't have the skills or confidence to find himself in such a situation. Surely if he allowed himself into the claws of others he would only get in the way or perish. Though he still couldn't help but feel as if his excuse wasn't good enough. He was useless, a pathetic coward and often in his own mind unworthy of even being so welcomed into the place he now called home. Now the cats who surrounded him every day would be risking their lives, while he sat in a safe place as if he were still a defenseless cub.

As the tension shifted, all those ready began to move from their previous positions, into their designated patrols to begin their travel towards the unknown. Tacitus rose, and slowly— being sure not to get in the way of anyone more important— headed towards the stairs that would lead him to his safety. The dirty gray feline took one last look back, his eyes clouded with dread and guilt, seeing a small group start padding their way out of the camp. Then he turned, and continued down into the sheltered darkness, as the rain finally began to fall.

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Look I actually wrote something for once pff ha. It's not my favorite thing but it'll do. ^^'

Tacitus is very torn up and feeling guilty about his place in the war. He was actually starting to get a little better in the empire, and now I believe the war may only make him worse again for a little while. 

Auriel's first assignment is next weee!



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