Krieg, The Oceanic Explorer (Scarclan cats needed)

Frula, an unusual peterbald cat, made her way through the shifting sand beach that made its way to the home of the self acclaimed 'pirates', Scarclan. She knew no one there, but that is why she had came, to meet someone, to earn a reputation amongst everyone. Frula's paws shifted through the sand uneasily. It was way too soft for her. It was.. unnerving. She had been used to rocks and gravel, but here she was, the softest spot in the universe. Not to mention the amazing sunlight. She almost wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

She lifted her head from the sand, revealing her eyes to what was in front of her. Wow. They sure had an interesting lifestyle, judging by where they live. Very.. unique, she thought, and left it at that. But next to the ginormous ship was a salty blue cat. Maybe a member? She had no means of telling.

She quickly walked up to Krieg, her blue eyes glinting with the realization of opportunity. Maybe they could become friends, she thought, if she tried hard enough. She sat infront of the burly cat. He seemed as intrigued by the run-down ship as she had been. "Hello?" Frula said, her tone implying a question more than a greeting, "How are you? This beach is so great."

Well, this wasn't going anywhere.

Frula nodded at the question of her homeland. "I'm not from around here, I'm more natural with mountains and the cold." The shecat replied with a neutral voice. "I'm just trying to say hello to each clan and all."

Upon having another question thrown at her, she seemed unsteady. "Well, no, yes, okay, it might be pretty nice. It's pretty great. It's definitely cool." She seemed to have some sort of doubt that the outside was going to be as pretty as the inside, just like the mountain tunnels.

This tom was nice, though; maybe they could go take a look at it together? Well, he was kind of obsessed with this boat, so she had no doubt he would be unobliging for that adventure.

"Maybe we could go check out the interior?" The peterbald calmly suggested, her optics locked onto the sea cat. She wondered what it was like to live by the sea. She personally hated water, so for her it would be disgusting! But she had to respect this cat for his brave attitude. That was always uncommon.

"It's inhabited by cats from a group called Scarclan. From what I know, they bear no ill will." Frula replied calmly, swiping sand over the pawprints. She honestly didn't care whos land it was. She wasn't here for territorial reasons, or to spy or fight. She was here to make friends and to seek out reputation. A short 'adventure' through a boat wouldn't have much of a bad impact on her. "I'm coming!" Frula replied as she leapt over to the tom, the floorboards of the ship creaking beneath her feet. Usually she was the most silent hunter. Hm, this must be old.

Frula was shocked and startled by the sudden entrance of Tori. "I.. uh.. I'm.." The cat began to stumble, nearly barfing. There was a knot in her stomach. Didn't the Elite do this, too? Was it some kind of universal language to approach other cats so hastily? She had to be quick. She only came to look around. What excuse did she make? The most obvious one, of course! "My name is Frula. I'm.. I've come to join,"

Oh my god did she really just do that. The poor peterbald cat was freaking out. The Elite hated clans. She was completely disrespecting her future morals and priorities. There was a good question, though, why was she here? They would think she was a spy if she said, "I'm just looking around!" In some sort of carefree nature.

The cat backed away, the short hairs she had were bristling were fear. Her ears drooped, and she looked pleadingly at the cat. Oh my god, please don't get suspicious, Frula prayed to herself, I am innocent. I am not here to do something terrible.

Until Krieg decided it would be cool to be an honest little jerk. She was always honest- except when her life was at risk! She shot an ungrateful glance at Kreig. "Well, I'm here to join. I just saw him at the entrance."

She was in deep water of lies. Knee deep. She hated lying. She felt so, so terrible.

Frula attempted to look heartbroken, giving sad glances to Tori as she skulked out of the ship. She could at least try to prove she wasn't lying. At least to make herself feel better. Maybe she actually did want to join. Maybe it would be better in she was in multiple groups. But what if a war happened? Which side would she be on? This was all so complicated. The cat drooped her tail down, before slowly walking over to Tori.

"I.. I lied. I'm so sorry, i will never do it again," Frula sobbed, on the verge of tearing up from fear and guilt. Why was she even guilty? It was such a small thing. It didn't even matter! "My name is Frula, and I actually want to join, I swear by.. uh.. Starclan." it'd be silly if she swore by her own ancestors. They didn't even know what it was, so that would be.. silly, quite frankly!

"I.. guess I'll chase him off.." Frula replied shakily. She betrayed her friend. Wow, she was horrible. Frula sent out her paw, claws sheathed, to Krieg. "please understand," She muttered to the cat she barely knew.

Frula nearly screeched as the tom sent out his daggerish claws at her underbelly. Oh gosh this is NOT what she asked for! She was already partially starved and restless. She did not need this. The world would be millions of times better without this. Frula let out an agonizing shriek as his claws raked across her thin, soft skin. She wasn't used to fighting. She never felt so much pain before.

Was this what death felt like or was she over-exaggerating? No, she just felt like she was going to cough up a vile of blood, that's all. She looked at her friend, teary-eyed. Did he just call her a dirty multineer? Oh no. Verbal attacks are what hurt the most to her.

Seeing as her skin is very thin and light, the slashes near her side were deeper than they would have been on most cats. Red, sticky ooze clung to her fur. Ha ha, yeah, screw helping. The female craned her neck down towards her wound and grazed her tongue over it, attempting to lick up the blood. Only a few drops poured out, but she was sick to the stomach- she was extremely scared of bleeding and hurting and all like it.

The cat nodded, turning back to where Tori should have been and OH MY GOSH is that a bear. Woah! She really wanted to learn how to do that! Did Tori just turn into a bear?! Wow! Oh right. Escape. She had to get out of here, she had to live- just like what her friend wanted her to do. And she would never break a promise. She was making a whole big deal out of this- she had just met him minutes ago. But so far he had been the only kindness she had found- and she blew it. But she still had to get out of here.

The female heaved herself up, doing so slowly to insure it would be barely painful. She could feel her muscles ache for healing. The she cat closed her eyes. She didn't want to see her wound- It made her want to scream from fear and sadness. What if it left a scar? She would have to remember this forever.

Frula could only imagine and play out what would happen when she returned to the Elite camp. "Where did you get that scar," asked one of the elitists when she returned to camp. "Oh nothing, I just barged into ScarClan and joined them. I am very sorry. I cannot choose a side."

She had to get out of this scene. She slinked away, trying to not be noticed. Her wound creaked with pain just as the floorboards creaked from old age.