A morning cermon

[arthur]

The small white and ginger tom's voice rang out inside the church, as he bid the visitors farewell. " - And may the Creator be with you," he ended the cermon, as he bowed for the small crowd that had been there, this Sunday morning.

There hadn't been many, and Arthur Donovan, the priest himself, knew just why: it was because of the weather. The weather had become warmer and more lazy over the past few days, and not many cats wanted to go out so early in the morning, when they could stay home and slumber until later, when the morning heat had calmed down just a bit.

He sighed, happy that the cermon had gone so well nontheless, and he started cleaning up. He picked up a broom, and started to sweep the floor, as he did after every single cermon he performed.

[fate]

Ana waited until all the cats had left the church until she padded up to the door, knocked twice to let her presence be known, before walking inside. She was only a believer for her fathers sake, feeling better knowing he went somewhere great, somewhere he could be himself and not judged. She dipped her head politely to Arthur " Father Arthur, it's been awhile " she purred, her four month journey keeping her from visiting at least twice a week to check up on the tom.

Like usual she immediately went to cleaning up with him, picking up books and returning them to their places and collecting pamphlets. She kept her pirate ways a secret even from him, knowing he wouldn't approve, but she did tell him about her father and how she feels about what the kingdom did to him. She handed him the pamphlets and smiled " Not too big of a turn out today huh? "

[Kelvali]

((I hope you dont mind if I join in c: ))

From the rafters of the church building lazily rested an albino male and as the church emptied out he tossed and turned on his wooden panel at the ceiling. He wore his hood, yes, but it was resting neatly on hsi neck rather than tathered around his head to hide his identity. There was not a lot of cats now as they had all gone, and even before when the sermon was in session it was not truly packed. He moved his ruby gaze to the entrance to the church, the light from the morning flooded in as the petite form of a familiar rusian blue she-cat made her way in, closing the door behind her as stealthy and quietly as she did everything.
Haven rested his head on his arms and watched Anastatia Genevieve walk down the isle and begin to converse with the Preist, Arthur. The blue blood pirate's second in command had suspected Anastasia's involvement with the church but never did he ask, instead he found his sneaky ways were more rewarding and much more entertaining. He also knew Arthur, one of the only cats not living in the palace to know of his secret, one of the only ones who knew he was an heir. He was, afterall, at the birthing to give the Creator's blessings to the two kitten heirs, Haden and Haven. Haven's only question was, did Arthur believe the rumors? That Haven had died> it had been awhile since he last spoken to the priest...would his entrance only cause him fear? No. "Well well well" Haven chuckled before swinging down from the rafters and landing neatly on his hind legs.

"How about I help out too? hmm?" Haven smirked before holding up his paws in mock submission.

[arthur]

A soft creaking came from the door after the last visitors had gone, and Arthur looked up to see who had entered the Church after the cermon had ended.
"Anastasia, my child," the priest said, in a cheerful tone. He had not seen the young she-cat for more than four months, and he had started to miss her greatly. They used to talk every Sunday after cermon, and he usually tried to get her to make confessions to him, although she always refused.

As the Russian blue started to help out Arthur, he was very happy to see the cat again, and he quickly engaged in a short conversation of very trivial matter. The usual "happy to have you back" and the like.

Arthur was just about to reply to Anastasia's partly rethorical question with something about his weather theory, when a somehow still familiar, but not completely, figure jumped down from the Church's rafters. He was a little surprised by the sudden appeareance, or actualy mostly the entrance itself of the snow white cat, so at first he didn't recognize who it was.

For a while, he was too puzzled with trying to figure out who the tom was, to answer. Then he recognized the eyes. "Heir Haven!" exclaimed the priest and adjusted his glasses.

[fate]

Ana replied calmly to the Father's mere small and polite talk before turning as she looked over as Snow jumped down and just as she was about to tease him back when she was slightly puzzled but interested by the priests way of greeting to Her right hand tom " Haven? HEIR Haven? Father I think you need to get some new glasses. Or ask the dear Creator to improve your vision " she laughed heartily. She gave a quick glance at Snow as a signal to keep the pirate talk out before dusting a cobweb off Snow's hood. " I think you've done enough dusting by the looks of your hood Albino. " She smiled before walking up to the stand to start straightening things up there. She did find it curious how the priest called Snow by the lost Heirs name but shrugged it off, feeling as the royal sons would have no interest in how she lived her life like Snow showed so much of, which she greatly appreciated.

[arthur]

The priest swiftly turned towards the blue she-cat before turning back to the albino cat. That's got to be Haven, I'm sure of it... he thought, since he knew that he would never forget any births he'd attended.
He chuckled sharply, "You might be right, child, maybe the Creator is slowly taking away all my senses," he said in a teasing tone, but he was sure that he was right. He'd never forget those bright red eyes.
So it was with suspicion in his eyes that he turned to the albino cat again, "Well, I'm sorry I must have mistaken you for someone else," he said and nodded to the cat, "I am father Arthur, and what name may I call you?" he asked, as he once more adjusted his glasses.