a little bit of change [Azrael's Angels Meeting]

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Come let the revolution take its toll
Rise up and take the power back
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack
You know that, their time's coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

A midnight colored, massive tom made his way through the encompassing vines of the forest in which his camp lay. Despite his slightly above-average size, the tom made it through with ease. He twisted and turned in just the right place like he had go through this path a million times. Probably not a million, but within a good number of that. This was the path to his home that he took when he was coming back from the clans, and he spent a lot of his time there. He often left Tinsel in charge to take care of the group while he was gone, because what he did in the clans was important business. So important, that no one could know of what he was doing. Not even Tinsel. Though the small light brown tom would be happy to here of what has transpired along these few moons, and would be very happy to know that it was all for him. So he had could have his life long dream. So he could be happy. Az was not above to say he loved the tom, because he did. Just not in the "I want to mate you" way. He loved the tom as a friend, as dear and loving friend.

The abandoned cabin that he called home came into his view, but he was still a ways from it. He still had to make it through all the vines, not necessarily all of which had thorns, and he was taking his own sweet time about it too. Honestly, he didn't want it to take forever, but he wanted time to think about what all he was going to tell his female dominated group and what all he was going to keep a secret. He would probably tell Tinsel all of his plans behind the curtains, but not everyone needed to know everything yet. Not quite yet. With a sly smile, the tom placed his paw down to continue padding. He had unknowingly stopped, for some odd reason. He shook his head, and placed yet another massive black paw down to continue walking. With a heavy sigh, he debated turning around and going through the thistle valley and just frolicking a bit in the field before coming up to the cabin. He didn't want to tell them the news he had to offer. He had no idea how they would react to it, or how they would feel. He didn't know if they would leave or if they would stay by his side. It was all up to chance, and he didn't like things being up to chance. He liked things to be known and for a fact. He liked to know for sure how a group was going to sway. He wouldn't have made the offer to Windclan if he hadn't known for a fact that they would accept it. Grudgingly, Lionmask did so, but Az had a feeling that one wrong more on account of his soldiers, that the whole thing could come crumbling down. And then Tinsel would have lost his long hoped for dream.

Az finally made it to the steps of the cabin and began his ascent. He found Ky waiting for him on the steps with a disapproving look on his face. Well boss, what is it now? Gotten eaten by a goblin so you decided to come back?

The comment made the ebony tom laugh, but shake his head. Gather everyone to the meeting place, would you Ky? Ky was his life long friend, for he was a friend of Az's father, Cass. The massive brown tabby tom nodded his head and ducked his head through the door to push it open so the rest of his body could make it through. He began gathering and waking the cats, most of which seemed to be here. A few went off to hunt sometimes, but mostly they all stayed in close. Az made his way to the dining room where a blanket covered a table to make his spacious den. He made the rather hard jump to the top and faced the living room. All of those who call yourselves part of this group, I wish to address you. Please, make your way to my den. His voice was soft and deep, like melted chocolate for your ears. It was very pleasing to cat's ears, had had found, and that was what made him so charismatic and charming. He loved it, he loved being in charge and loved. He sat down and waited, curling his tail around his paws, for his tiny but mercenary group to make their way to here his voice.

A Z R A E L

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A green, spacious wonderland. Bouncy, frouncy mushrooms scattered around some very tall oaks. Long, wavering grass as far as your looked, and flowers whirling their elegant, petal dresses across his pelt. Clouds as clear as marshmallows, and in the night time, the stars sprinkled their sugar over the lands.

Tinsel's own loud purr at the magnificence of the dream woke him up. The little tom sniffed in surprise, and stood up quickly in response, brushing his nose with his paw when he realized it was a dream. A couple of the others glanced at the leader in standing for when Azrael was gone, absolutely confused at the choice of deputy. Tinsel scratched behind his ear, unembarrassed by the childish display he had just made in his sudden wake up call. How he kept the camp together while the more intimidating, eloquent black tom was gone was a wonder to all. If anything, it was Ky that held them together. Without the glue of Azrael and Ky, the rest would probably rush out from under Tinsel's leadership.

Tinsel as leader consisted of kit-like declarations and commands.

"I'm hungry!!"
"I'm gonna patrol, wanna come with me??"
"I'm so sleepy... You hunt this time!"

These declarations weren't always outright commands, but they were as good as them. Many of the group was willing to comply with Tinsel, not because of his stellar leadership skills, but because they knew just what he was capable of. Or rather, not what he was capable of, but what he enjoyed doing. The only reason they were alive in his presence was because Azrael wanted them around. For some reason, the taller tom had the ability to keep Tinsel entertained, but the rest would grow boring in about 30 minutes. And when Tinsel got bored...he left it up to their blood to keep things interesting.

Though his kit-like demeanor confused any cat, it was safer to do what he said and put up with any of his tantrums, rather than give him any reason to..."have fun" as he called it.

Speaking of tantrums, Tinsel had completely forgotten the reason Azrael had given him for leaving earlier, and waking up without his friend was rather lonely, even with the rest of camp around. The cream-pelted tom frowned, and was about to yap at the nearest cat about their shadowy leader, when the leader in question stepped in, yowling an authoritative, "All of those who call yourselves part of this group, I wish to address you. Please, make your way to my den."

A grin popped up on the tiny tom's face, and he skipped merrily to the spot. Tinsel was never one for the boring politics that Azrael seemed so good with, but as long as Az was explaining them, he tried to listen. Tinsel was not exactly bad at politics, he just didn't like listening to them. But ah, he was a good friend, if he wanted to be, and to Az, Tinsel wanted to be a good friend. After all, they had spent a long time together.

Wriggling his tail, he plopped his rump right in front of the table atop which his good friend sat waiting, and grinned at him.

"Where did you go, anyway!" he mewed, less of a question than a greeting.