GREATS - Sometimes, a Rabble in The Green... "matures". Now don't get me wrong, they don't become an adult, and do... accounting and... cooking and ...spell-checking and all that other rubbish grown up stuff. They start noticing responsibility for their actions, cause and effect, fighting for a reason, protecting a loved one, revenge, etc. Basically, they start actually listening to a Robin. These "Tits" are usually seen with a mix of awe and confusion by their Rabble Siblings - possible leaders in training, champions in the rough, beacons of erratic hope... while still having a sense of humour and a desire to set Dirt on fire.
Sometimes going by "Tits", sometimes being colossally aware of how hilarious that sounds and instead renamed "Greats" (As in, both "Great Tits" and "I AM BETTER THAN YOU"). Gang leaders, instigators, antagonists, and champions-to-be. Robins, Woodpeckers & Pheasants are proud of their accomplished students, who have chosen reason (Well, as much "Reason" as there is in thievery and poo jokes) over the wild, and push them forward for great deeds. Greats often take responsibility as a voice for a Rabble gang, dishing out careful punishment if a Rabble goes too far (and secretly rewarding them when no-one's looking). They still favour knives, but have progressed from simple pick-pocketing tools to a twirl of dual blades. Greats despise Creepers, their animalistic counterparts in the Red.
Rumours of Rabble achieving even more are uncommon... and clearly just lies. I mean, pffft. Rabble. Kings. Yeah, right.
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