[ Taking place after Kaanga/Mpaji's RP ]
Chaos erupted pretty quickly across the Motoujamii. It was to be expected- but actually seeing the war, smelling the way right beneath her paws was sobering. If there was a piece of No’s youth left, it was shed in that moment. Kidondo was out of sight now, and it troubled her greatly that she could not be nearby to look out for him. But their success was determined on two fronts- and just because Kidondo had to front one alone did not make the second task any easier. With a low roar, No leapt across the rocky boulders, giving a quick survey of the rebels around her.
Stragglers were quickly finding scuffles. The traditionalists were not rallying quite yet- but it was clear that they did not need leadership to know what was going on. They had a foothold in their lands and strength that was not about to be underestimated. With a hiss, the black cat gave a warning snarl, and moved forward across the sand. Nearby- the jaded Ohanna hovered. But even she was quickly distracted by the oncoming form of a limping male lion- the one who had confronted her once before. A good target for her- even if it was male, she hoped well for it.
Blood on the sand- she could smell that too. With a huff, she bolted forwards. “Hold your ground.” She tossed sincerely towards the now fracturing group as battles broke out. The black queen’s head turned towards the fray itself- and pulled back her neck in anticipation.
It wouldn’t be long now for someone to try their luck against the black cat. With a low growl, she pushed forward- intent fully on completing their mission.
