038. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇx!∥trident srp

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♚⮞ ❛❛ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ,❜❜ Trident stood by the ocean, golden fur gleaming in the light of the setting sun. He was glorious, and oh, did he know that. That's how it was, these days. Self-reflection, training in the Dark Forest, lying about where he goes in the middle of the day. Nothing was the same. He would give the world to see his brother again, but would he give up his accomplishments? He had tried to put himself first, maybe he'd gone to far. Was he vain? Possibly. Confident? Of course. But... narcissistic? What would that mean for him, if it were true? He wanted to be close with others, but... if he was so self-obsessed, would he have time? Sighing, he flicked his tail slowly as his emerald eyes glinted reflections of the sea. The fine grains of sand beneath his paws felt soothing and the water felt cold. Maybe... he should be his true self. What he was born to be. ♚⮞ ❛❛ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ, ɪ ᴄᴏɴqᴜᴇʀᴇᴅ.❜❜ Emperor. A word foreign to his thoughts, but one that felt right. If he was not born to rule, then what was his purpose? He was not one to serve, or back down. He was glorious, glowing and perfect. His flaws were minuscule, and by all accounts, manageable. He was strong, smart and charming. He could do /anything/. Trident smirked. No one could stop him, he was an /emperor/. He finally knew his destiny. But... how to cement his legacy? ♚⮞ ❛❛ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ.❜❜ That was it. His history would be cemented when he was leader. The amount of cats he'd have to take down to win was no problem, he had the power and the intelligence. And then, who wouldn't love him? Everyone loved a grandiose ruler. He would make sure no one in UrchinClan followed StarClan. A pure Clan once more. Getting to his paws, he stared at the sun, eyes opened in defiance. He seemed to glow with sunlight as the source of his illumination reached the water. He was on his correct track. He would be an emperor, and the superior ruler of the clans. ♚⮞ ❛❛ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ? ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴀᴜᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴇxɪᴛ.❜❜ Trident padded back into the camp, eyes scouring for someone to talk to. He did not trust any of Lionfishlichen's kits with what he'd say, nor his own siblings. Possibly, An would have listened. But would it judge him? He'd have to take that risk. But she must know what he was now. ♚⮞ ❛❛ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ʙʀᴜᴛᴜꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇx!❜❜ He was a king, a conqueror, and /emperor/. He was a new cat. Reborn into humble origins, raised in a dangerous home. His name might be Trident, but he was a King, or even /Rex/. "Bow down before your King, or be sentenced to death for the price of your greed! I am the true ruler, high above ye; make sure you keep your tongue in check, or be imprisoned for what you want to see. I am the setting sun, the rising moon, I will serve but one, and he is high above you mortals. By the command of my savior, I will conquer the cursed clans of this earth. This decree is not a threat, but a promise. I /will/ restore greatness to our ROME!" With his decree, voice echoing in the dark, he padded into the depths of the forest, eyes glowing with fury and righteousness. No one would stop him. Picking up a plant that had washed up on the beach, he recognized them as laurel leaves. Quickly making a crown from them, he placed it on his head. Perfect. He was finally an emperor. ❛❛ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇꜱ.❜❜ ♚⮞