Passing On the Future

Finally, everyone was in one place, now it was time. They needed to get this over with or everything would collapse. It had been a struggle to try and figure out a system, but he finally had. He may no longer lead the Order after it all, but he hardly needed to. It was always best to hand the future over to younger generations when the time came, not clutch to it like a paranoid old bag of fleas.

"Forgotten order, this is your Serpent speaking, please gather under this crate. The Time of Voting is upon us, we can no longer delay it. So, candidates, if there's more than one, step forward." There weren't many members left within the order, but he'd ensure that they were, at the very least, led by someone they largely would be willing to be loyal to.

Whether or not they'd be able to salvage the instability that had tremored through the Forgotten Order was uncertain, but at the very least the apathetic ex-loner would try. The legacy he had Klaus had attempted to craft had barely the time to solidify before these events happened, and he was seeing the results of that. Still, in the end, he was sure that Morningstar would be far from forgotten throughout the ages with the impact he'd made upon the forest. Which was more than Tarot could say, that was for certain.

Luckily he wasn't a cat that would be bothered if he was forgotten, after all, his life was his own, and in the end, all it really needed to do was satisfy him.

Ears practically plastered to her skull, Hyacinth padded toward Tarot’s voice as he called out to the Order. Bitter emotions still lingered, but she knew that dwelling on them too much would get her nowhere, and she didn’t need to set that example for those who remained of her kits. So, when Tarot finished with what he had to say, Hyacinth gulped the last of her anxieties and shoved them as far away as she could. From where she stood at the outskirts of the crowd, she stepped forward with poise and took her place, waiting for further instructions from Tarot.