I CAN SMELL (open ; joining) YOUR BLOOD

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    BloodClan. The one and only thing Maquis ever heard from the blabbing mouths of his victims. Apparently, BloodClan was a lowkey 'violent' clan filled with skillful killers - a perfect place for a psychopath like Maquis. After many weeks of endlessly thinking of this 'BloodClan', the blind hybrid had finally risen to his paws and was now standing at the very border of BloodClan. Already, he could smell a rotting carcass just behind a tree. This seems interesting already, he thought with a smirk. Maquis knew in order for him to be accepted, he must be polite. And by polite, it probably meant to not trespass unless a member attended to him. Sitting down with his sharp ears swiveling as he picked up distant sounds and his snake tail curled around his lean but muscular body, Maquis waited.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][color=black]"Lowkey" violent was probably the most accurate description of Bloodclan. No longer were they brimming with cannibals and monsters and murderers, but warriors able to win in just about any battle. They were not savages, but that did not mean they were not strong. Melantha had experienced the transition from one to the other, and often reminisced the olden days. However, this new era held some promise. Maker, she is still going to be walking around when she is nothing but a withered corpse.


    The elegant huntress prowled across the rocky landscape, skillfully avoiding sharp rocks and cacti, her paws hardened from years of roaming the treacherous terrain. The regal beast approached the stranger at the border with predatory grace, olive eyes raking over him with evident distrust. Melantha had many other people to be peppy and happy and a walking case of diabetes. There was no need for her to greet this person with anything more than a polite smile and a lack of offensive words.


    "Who are you?" she asked, voice cold and commanding. The warlord did not like to waste time with formalities. "And why are you here?"

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    The hybrid's lean body immediately tensed as the air shifted around him, someone was approaching. If the rumors were all true, Maquis was going have to be very careful if he was going to prevent a battle on the border. Too much hassle would rouse attention, and no one wanted that.
    However, a sly smile crept on his lips as the stranger began speaking. The tone sounded much of a female, an impatient one too.
    "Well isn't someone antsy today," Maquis replied slowly, the smile still plastered on his face. A sarcastic reply wasn't probably going to be a good start, but he couldn't help it. Plus, his senses still needed to adjust to the new environment. Being blind was almost always a nuisance to him. It took Maquis a while to adjust properly and the worst part was he couldn't even see the stranger. Luckily, the special hybrid had sensors on the tips of his fur that allowed him to 'read' the air. Mighn't sound much at first, but the advantage was great. Powerful, fast and a jumper, he studied thoughtfully before his mind directed back to reality. Oh right, the questions.. "My name is Maquis and I have come to join BloodClan."
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    Normally Petra, having seen someone who looked suspiciously like a joiner, would have walked the other way. She wasn't one to have idle and boring talk, so she always assumed it was in her best interest to find something else to do, however, she had come to the realization that there were a lot of interesting folk that happened up Bloodclan's corpse-drawn border.


    When this tom spoke, his first words were laced heavily with something quite common to her ears; sarcasm. Sure, it was fine coming from her or her clanmates, but from someone who had barely been welcomed in? No way jose. However, the kitten would keep quite on this, though anger did reflect in her tri-colored blue eyes. "Well, I can't say you're not accepted," her words were neutral bordering on venemous. "I'm Petra."

    [font=georgia][size=8]Aza, upon hearing the joiner, would approach. Of course, she was coughing. After a moment, she cleared her throat, although she still sounded hoarse with the thick buildup of mucus. "Welcome to BloodClan." The snow leopard said, her grey eyes looking upon the newcomer. She didn't really care who he was, as long as he wasn't a danger to anyone here. Not that she even cared anyway — she was only a child.


    "My name's Aza, by the way."

    [sup]The small mottled first tier looked distracted as he bounded up, his gaze sweeping briefly over Maquis to get a sense of who this newcomer was. His current painting was not going nearly as well as he had hoped - his white feet were a medley of golden hues, his brow knotted. Not like the hybrid could see any of that; nor could he see the strained smile Carroll offered him. "Ahh, welcome to BloodClan! Cool name. I'm Carroll Banner Praelium Praevado Simul Stamus Darling."

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    Another force was moving, and his sensitive nose told him it was clearly another female. At the new stranger's reply, Maquis slowly got to his paws, unwrapping his snake tail from around his body. "So I guess that's your indirect way of saying 'you are accepted?'" The hybrid asked rhetorically, tilting his head slightly at Petra. Then he flicked his gaze over to the other female, her name had yet to be said. At that moment, his fur twitched, which only meant more forces were coming over. This time, it was two - another large one and a rather small one.
    He couldn't place his paw over the border just yet. I'll play a bit more innocent today, Maquis thought as the new strangers introduced themselves. Their words clarified his previous question, and from the way Maquis saw it, he indeed was accepted. By their tones, it was obviously another female and a male; though Aze seemed to have a bit of trouble speaking. Maquis wasn't 100% sure if Aze had a natural hoarse voice or it was due to the cough. He lowered his head slightly in a common way of showing respect, yet his pale eyes remained focused on the creatures in front of him. "Pleasure to meet you both," Maquis replied lowly, "And may I call you Caroll? Name's too long to remember." Wasn't true actually, Maquis had great memory, it was highly essential for the blind. He just wasn't bothered to say all those names.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][color=black]She narrowed her eyes, unimpressed with the male's response. When caught at the right time, when she was in the right mood, Melantha was very could at maintaining a sarcastic, witty banter. But she was working, and when she was working, Melantha took her job quite seriously. There was no time allotted to joking around on her schedule.


    The elegant predator stared at Macquis, taking her time to respond as her clanmates appeared out of nowhere and took the lead. "Yes, Welcome," she hummed. "I am Melantha Faber, a warlord here." her introduction was short and sweet, nothing like the wordy rambling of Carroll.

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    Calling BloodClan 'lowkey' violent was an understatement. It was one known to live up to its name, to strike fear into the hearts of those that dared speak it. Now, though, it was a clan full of children and creatures that were too sensitive or too afraid to fight. He couldn't change anyone's personality by force, no, but he sure as hell would return it to its former glory, and make it a feared clan once again.


    Drawn over by the foreign scent wafting from the direction of the border, the three-pawed tiger wondered if this was another joiner, or simply someone here to cause trouble. His first prediction had been correct, and he appeared just in time to hear the male speak his name. "Welcome," he greeted, though his words lacked much enthusiasm. "Name's Merle Dixon. Leader."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-color:transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Damn Petra; did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed every morning? Perhaps her nest was placed against a wall, or something, so she had no choice but to get out the wrong side or she'd collide with a wall. Perhaps a collision with a solid object was what she needed.


    The possibly insulting thoughts were laced with warmth, though, because it wasn't possible for them not to be when Margo was thinking about her family. She was eternally irritated at her mother and father, but it didn't mean she didn't love them. The snow leopard came up beside her sister, nudging her with her tail somewhat playfully and quirking a metaphorical brow at the albino that always seemed to be in a bad mood. Then, she turned to the joiner, quirking her lips routinely. "Margo Darling. Welcome to Bloodclan, Marquis. I hope you enjoyed the ..." She motioned disapprovingly to the border of corpses, "Death."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [font=arial][size=9pt]Lowkey Gabriel's fucking ass. The only lowkey thing around here was his attraction to anyone who handed drugs off to him for a low price. Although he could admit that he had been amused by Macquis's response to Melantha, seeing as how he personally would never get away with speaking to the warlord like that. Talk about immediate death. "The name's Gabriel Harbringer," he addressed the newcomer after a long moment of looking him up and down as the others had "Welcome to BloodClan."

    [sup]"Oh, that's fine. Those are just my last names, you wouldn't use them in regular conversation anyway." assured the little first tier, rocking back on his hindquarters and staring with great interest at the hybrid, trying to relax; stressing over his failing painting would not help it be better. Maybe a nice chat with a newcomer would loosen him up and stimulate his creativity. He waved a paint-splattered paw. [b]"Hey, you need anything? Or have any questions? Maybe about our ranks?"

    "Welcome to BloodClan, Maquis." The Vampire said as she joined her Clanmates in greeting the newcomer. "My name's Lynch."


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    Hmm, a warlord. I guess that's an important rank in this clan. Maquis thought, noting the tone in her reply. Formalities weren't really his thing, nor were long conversations. The only interaction he really had was a quick chat with his victims and boom, their lives were taken in one move of his tail. More of BloodClan members were coming, one in particular had a powerful aura. Shame I can't see any of them, he huffed, twitching his nose. Maquis's ears pricked at the sound of another voice, another male it seemed. And a leader too...don't mess around now Maquis. He told himself sternly before bowing his head slightly in acknowledgement. "Thanks for the welcome." Maquis replied, his pale eyes now focusing on the leader.
    A small smirk appeared on his face as Margo commented on the corpses. "They smell pleasant, actually," Maquis responded as he leaned in to a corpse in front of him. Better than flowers. Maquis raised his head as another BloodClan member announced himself, Gabriel. "Thanks Gabriel," he replied with a nod, his sensors pinpointing to a medium sized creature. He was about to open his mouth to say something till Caroll suggested if he had any questions. Maquis thought for a moment before nodding. "What rank would I be in now?" He had no idea about ranks in BloodClan, he just guessed Warlord was important. Or it sounds like it. Then another question popped in his mind. "And when can I cross the border?"Weird question, yes, but there were a bunch of members on the other side of the carcass and it felt this was war. 1 v 8.
    Another member approached, by the name of Lynch. Maquis sensed something odd about her. "You feel different..." He mumbled quietly, his pale eyes focusing on Lynch.
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    "Yeah?" Lynch rolled her eyes. "I'm a Vampire." The First Tier told the male.


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    "Well sorry," Maquis said in a sarcastic tone, "I can't see any of you." Vampire, huh? Interesting, he thought with a slow blink of his eyes. The tip of his tail twitched slightly as he sat back down on his haunches again. He felt like his actions were somewhat restricted between sitting down, standing up and lying down was just somewhat an awkward move for him.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-color:transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Marquis' reaction to Margo's comment earned an odd look from the snow leopard in particular. Fantastic. Yet another trypical sadist; he'd fit in perfectly in Bloodclan. Her judgment of the canine halted slightly, though, when his most recent comment brought light to his oculars. Now that she was looking at them, they did seem a bit different. The cub frowned, staring intently at the joiner's eyes. "You're blind." She concluded, her tone without malice, just confusion bleeding into realization. "Oh."

    [sup]Carroll was glad that the question was an easy one, one he could answer without difficulty. "First tier! I'm a first tier, too. First tiers are regular members. Second tiers are semi-high positions, third tiers are high positions, like assistant deputies, and Warlords are sort of...Advisors, specializing in something specific. Deputies are heirs to the BloodClan throne, and the leaders, well...they lead us. Head honcho. Boss." he tipped his head to Merle, remembered Maquis couldn't see it, and stifled a laugh at his own expense. "And you can step over here anytime you like. You're one of us now."

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    Maquis flickered his gaze over to Margo. "Don't underestimate me though," He replied with a smirk, holding back the urge to add 'it never ends well for anyone'. She was probably a higher rank than him and he wanted to avoid causing a rift between the higher ranks, though he'd probably already rubbed the wrong way with Petra. The hybrid focused his gaze a few more moments on Margo before turning to Caroll and listened intently, taking in the information. "Ah... I see now," he said after a moments thought, "Thanks for the clarification." And probably time to step over the carcass. Maquis stood up hesitantly before taking his front paw over the carcass as it touched the sand. It only took a few seconds for his lean body to get over the bones. This was where his new life began.
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    [sup]"Sure thing! Welcome welcome. I can take you back to camp?" offered the peppy tomcat, rising to his paws and blinking curiously at the skinny newcomer. My, wasn't he neat-looking?