The New

[Paxx]

"Ocelots do not bare the strength and power that jaguars do that is looked upon with admiration dear child. Cheetahs are the same. Spots are something that our society as come to respect and adore, but, who the spots are on is also a large part of it..." The oracle looked at the cub; she could not think of a simple way to explain it to the cub.
"Child. It is the way that it has been for thousands of years, and it is not our place to go against tradition. Our way of life is set in stone before we are born; and it is best to not defy it. Cheetahs are well respected as messengers, their speed is great, much greater then ours. There are aspects that each species posses that put them above the other. It is best to not ask questions, child." The cat looked around, she wondered what kind of creatures of the night were stalking the halls; this made her question where she was, and the idea of moving the cub to a safer location.
"Come, kit." Paxx got to her paws, and began to stalk her way through the halls. Paxx gave the kit a gentle push to get the kit back on her feet and moving once more.The large feline walked the halls, keeping an eye out for other felines. What would they think of her if they spotted the oracle with a young kit? It was a snow leopard, would they think it was hers? Obviously if that happened, it would be death for the large cat, social death; that is. This cat had no time for a young kit to call her own; she had to keep to her duties; which could call to her at any moment.
The cat found her way through the halls, it did not seem as if it was a long journey down the hall before they reached their destination. it was a quiet room, cold; but dry. The room was peace-full, and filled to the brim with soft pillows, blankets, and tribal art along the walls. The walls were long and the ceiling was high. There was a huge window that hung in the center of the left wall. This window lead to show the wetlands, beyond the wetlands there were the dead lands, the window seemed to show half of the entire kingdom.
The room was decorated with thousands of beads and gems, some that were worth value in wealth; and others that represented her voodoo and black magic. There was an omen that was present in the room; as if a thousand eyes were upon them; watching every move.

[luna]

Luna tilted her head and listened carefully. It was making sense to the cub now, the kingdom. Their treasure was the coats and ferocity of the felines, this they based their order and structure upon. Though other cats also had the same coat colors and patterns, their next level was power and ferocity. The fiercest and most powerful was their leader. Remember this. she thought to herself. She hoped she would!

Before she understood, Paxx quickly nudged her to her paws and led her through the halls for a small while, until Paxx seemed satisfied with their destination. Luna blinked her eyes and lifted herself onto her hind legs to scan the room she was brought into. Any danger? She didn't think so. Balancing this way, she noticed many things about the room. The soft flooring of the room, for instance. Blankets. She figured. Though she had never been allowed to touch or go near these "treasures" of the other cat's, she had always admired how something so small could help with so much. Scanning to the left, she saw a large window with land stretching out as far as she could see. Farther than her paws can travel in her life. It was beautiful.

Flicking her eyes to survey the walls, she noticed thousands of beads and shiny, sparkling gems almost everywhere she looked. She was astonished. "What is this place?" She whispered to Paxx. It was something about this room that made her instinctively quiet.

[Paxx]

Paxx made her way to the room and settled herself in her favorite spot. High above anything in the room, was a ledge. A ledge designed for Paxx herself.This feline was especially fond of being in high places, it made her feel more comfortable with her surroundings. Having an Ariel view of things always relaxed her. Being so high up, this cat could react before any other would, and was safe from the harm that creep-ed on the floor. {Paxx, with one swift motion pushed herself from the floor, onto a small ledge that was sticking from the wall; to her main platform that hung above all else. This ledge was littered with pillows and blankets. The blankets dangled from the high ledge, as it was filled to the seem with comfy sleep wear.
The pillows on the ground were not to the point where they were considered a fancy but were better than most pillows. The felines did not have such luxury as the canines, but they made due. Paxx settled among the blankets and pillows, and rested her head. She looked down at the young kit who found her place among the various pillows, some larger then the kitten herself. Paxx would have picked the kit up in her gentle jaws and carried up to her ledge; but felt it was not necessary. A mother would do that, yes, but Paxx was no mother- as she constantly told herself that-. Being so high up, the cat felt as if she had the upper hand, and just in general felt more relaxed up here, away from other felines.
"This is my 'den' dear. When I am not tending to my duties this is where I call myself home. My castle is my home, and this room is my sanctuary. You have my permission to stay here as long as you like, young one, just don't dabble with objects that are not yours."
Paxx purred, she felt comfortable again, away from the company. She felt accomplished that the kit was now in a safe place, and even more accomplished with herself for finding a good hide away from other felines.
For once, the room was quiet, and not littered with whispers from spirits and anon. This was the one room where Paxx could rid herself from her spirits, and just simply relax. Spirits could not enter this room, which gave it the omen of dead silence.