+ It's Obvious That the Camera's Lying

[D.evious]

Ire narrowed her bright green eyes and silently lept up onto the fountain ledge. It was empty, not working; the moon shone down however. It caused a subtle glitter to appear across the slightly damp aged marble. She felt the extremely smooth texture under her paws; she'd never felt anything more contrasting, so comfortable and not so at the same time. The chocolate-hued she cat, her coat refraining from any trace of tabby stripes at all, waited silently. They really needed to up the numbers, for right now the Camarilla HQ was very quiet. They'd been stealing Clan cats, and it still wasn't enough - after all, they hadn't caught many prisoners. There was only one option: they needed to organise another raid.

With a sudden flick of her ears, Ire sensed Nocturnal nearby. "Show yourself, it's no use trying to be mysterious," she snapped at the massive tom (who'd been hiding in the shadows). Normally cats didn't talk to him like that, but it wasn't like she cared - after all, no one tried to mess with the Head Guard, Ire, of the Camarilla. Still, it was best not to take it too far, though, of course. Flicking her tail, the attractive she-cat turned and hopped off onto the ground. "Finally," she meowed, "I've been meaning to speak with you,"

word count | 232
ooc | for Nocturnal