Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-5583506-20191016014552

Kashya reflected on the spectacular view from the rooftop, especially the temple. She had been trained in all four of the Claw-Dances, mastering the Whispering Claw style, but this was the first time she had ever laid her eyes upon the place from where it all stemmed. Do'shanji, another member of the Dark Brotherhood, had been the one to teach her. He had been a rather harsh and stern tutor, not all too different from her father, but he had at least sympathized with her when she had told him of what she had to endure in order to be there.

Supposedly he had left the temple out of his own volition, but Kashya had always suspected that the master had been kicked out when it had been revealed that he secretly used his martial arts to kill for money. She had never dared to ask him however.

She wondered where he was now. Where were any of them now? Baijan had been dead since four years back. She had been the only one attending the old cat's funeral where she had been laid to rest next to her mate. Had the old woman ever wondered what had become of her favorite cub? Would she have been proud to have seen her all grown up? In her current state? As an assassin?

No. Kashya reckoned that she wouldn't have. She was quite glad that Baijan had died without that knowledge. The old cat was finally at peace somewhere, with her husband. Somewhere. She wondered if she would go there to someday. Wherever that place was.

Celtian, the Speaker of the Black Hand, was never reachable. Though he had basically been the man to raise her after her father, she had seen less and less of him as she grew older. Probably looking for new recruits the same way that he had found her.

Do'shanji, the bitter old battle-cat, was still active as she could recall. Most likely tormenting his students and breaking a bone or two on them to teach them the value of paying attention.

And ... Kiro.

She hated to admit how much it hurt inside to think about him. She knew that he was alive and that he was well, but the fact remained that they could never be together. Ever.

''If only things had turn out differently, then this one could have been the mother of your cubs, Kiro. This one could have been that pretty wife of yours.''