CLOSED Final Plans

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Boneless was out and about this fine, crisp morning, gathering herbs. She had her own special little garden of very special herbs.
"Holly berries, maybe," she recited to herself. "Not as potent as deathberries... Hmm. Perhaps Foxglove seeds?" She looked at the pale purple bell-shaped flowers, thinking of the seeds within. So similar to poppy seeds, and known to cause a cat to freeze up and his heart to stop suddenly. But only if the dosage was high enough. Boneless's gaze drifted to settle on a dark, spiny flower with yellow pollen inside. "Nightshade..." She shook her head. The scent itself would give it away, and the cats of Abyssclan had to consume any poison for it to take effect.

Fire, Choosing to Shadesun, slid out of the thick bramble bushes protecting the garden.
"Boneless," he greeted her.

Boneless barely flicked an ear to acknowledge the Choosing's presence. As she began to dig up the roots of random weeds she mewed,
"Come to turn me in, have you? Or did you have a different sort of loyalty in mind?"

Fire's eyes widened slightly. He'd approached with his best stalk.
"...Quite the garden," he attempted to sound smooth. "Are those deathberries?" He gestured to the dark-leafed, spiny plant with red berries.

Boneless didn't even bother to look, but she snorted in contempt.
"Sure. And I'm a weasel. I'm a weasel, your a weasel... And we all love eating holly."

Fire's flame-colored pelt bristled. He wasn't used to being mocked like this - this - she-cat was mocking him! He was never mocked. Not one who was so close to becoming a warrior.
But Fire was there for a reason so he forced his fur to flatten.
"I know about the plan."

Boneless, still with her back to him, nodded.
"Naturally. You listen more than you speak."

Fire had expected her to be surprised - but she continued to be odd.

OOC: To be continued...

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Boneless continued,
"But the fact that you know doesn't mean anything." She clipped a few foxgloves, her crooked tail sweeping awkwardly as Fire mewed,
"All knowledge has meaning and purpose."
The she-cat laughed, a dry, rusty sound. "You obviously have knowledge, but what you lack is wisdom."
Fire's ears flicked in confusion, his own tail lashing, rattling the thorn branches.
Boneless's eyes flickered over her shoulder, taking in his frustration. "You just know things. You don't know how to use it. If you did, you would have ratted on me and everyone else ages past." She picked more foxglove.
The flame-colored tom's eyes glinted nervously.
"Why did you even come out here, Fire," Boneless asked, finally turning around, fixing her strong gaze upon him. "Were you hoping for an apology? An explanation?"
Is that what I'm looking for, he wondered himself.
"Or are you here to plea for your life," Boneless gestured to the foxglove. "You could die here. No one would know. In the next day, know one will even think of asking." She swept the foxglove into a large leaf, folding it up. She looked at Fire once more, her gaze even more intense. "Yes, I know why you're here. But I need to hear it from you."
Fire swallowed slowly, his thoughts going back to his days with Cold. I know what I'm here for. "Some of the Choosings would stand with you. If the leadership changes, they will listen..."
"Naturally," she mewed nonchalantly. "I will spare some. But you, Fire, Choosing of the shaded sun. Where do you stand?"
Fire met her gaze. "With you."
A smile twitched at the edge of her face but it faded. "Then lead them away. Let the Servants do what no one else could."
Fire's fur fluffed up, his ears flattening. "What no one else could!?!! I can be of further use - I can do more! What else could I do?!"
"Perhaps," Boneless cut in. "Perhaps you could. But I won't give you orders, no. It's not my place. But you're clever, Choosing. You'll figure it out. Ta." She picked up the bundled leaf and padded away leaving a silent Choosing behind.

OOC: Could have been better...