RUNNING DOWN THE STREET YELLIN' [open, thornpaw needed, meet and greet]

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    So her brother was in town, eh? At least, she assumed it was that righteous prick, considering thornpaw was an uncommon name these days. He'd always acted so high and mighty as a child, following in their fathers footsteps. The cannibalistic she-cat hissed, pushing an npc out of her way. The white and ginger she-cat slowly gained composure. She would be smart about this. No one here knew her nature yet. She had to be careful. "meet and greet," she chose to say, so that was he'd be drawn into her little trap of a family reunion.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px]North's ears perked up as he hard someone call out for a meet and greet. He didn't really have anything to do at the moment so anything that could possibly distract him was welcome. The small kit raced over, weaving through npc's to get to the white and ginger feline. [color=lightblue]"Hello!" He greeted her as he skidded to a stop in front of the she-cat. [color=lightblue]"I'm North! Also known as the best warrior in Darkclan." The kitten said, puffing his chest up in pride despite the fact that he knew he wasn't. It was a complete lie, but that wasn't going to stop him.




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    "I know that voice." The tom opened his mismatched eyes, yellow and blue surveying his surroundings before he found the source of the words. But it couldn't be her. The last time Thorn had seen her, their father had rightfully cast her aside for cannibalizing another feline. He could feel the sickness return in his stomach, the desire to throw up his lunch at the scene of the abomination's work.


    "Sister. Not abomination." Despite his father's cries that those who were a dweller in darkness were irredeemable, yet Thorn denied these claims. If he could get her to see reason, she would be welcomed back into their hearts and minds, wouldn't she? Wasn't she the reason he started his crusade against the shadows?


    The apprentice aged feline walked out of his den, facing the two with an impassive face. "Sister." Thornpaw said quietly in greetings, his eyes never leaving the ginger and white cat of his blood.

    "cool, nice to meet ya kid," oh look at her, acting all grown up even though she was still just an apprentice. The eight month old chose not to look at her brother as he approached, before slowly standing and facing him. "If it weren't for the auto acceptance policy, you wouldn't be welcome here. Didn't you hear there's sinners in this clan?" she mocked, clearly displeased to have him around. Yet, deep down in her heart, she'd actually missed her brother. Well, brothers, but seeing as only one was here this was all she could do. She smirked. "I'd also say I'm glad to see you, but seeing as you take after the man who tried to kill me, I'm afraid I cant. " Lee huffed slightly, clearly displeased. Damn, her anger was getting the best of her again. "welcome to Darkclan, brother," she said after a few moments. There, she'd regained her composure once more.

    "And where there are sinners, there is always a saint to offer help, sister." Thornpaw retorted, but there was no hostility in his voice. His ears flattened when she mentioned their father. He did follow in his pawprints, true, but did she really despise him for that. "If I followed in his pawprints fully, Lip, I would not be here. You know that as much as I do."


    "..It is nice to see you again."

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    [justify] "Aw look! It's family agst, nothing is better"


    The king cheetah sneered at the two. Her lanky form approaching as she neared. She held no real hostility for the individual's, but the fact that they were family, and that they were fighting she couldn't help but come in and see what's what. and ouch, did someone have some daddy issues.


    Gold-black eyes watched the two through narrowed gaze, she intended to hold it there, circling the group once before she sat down, laying and rolling onto her back with a huff. Breaking the harsh stare she let out a bit of information that might do the two of them both a goody. "Be glad you still have someone to call a brother lip, not all of us do."


    Calla was a prime example of this statement, No mother, no father, her only brother long dead. It really was a tragic story. Maybe if her brother was still walking she would have had the pleasure to see him die, but. Oh well not everyone can have what they want, can they?


    " This is a meet and greet right? The name's Calla, though I'm sure you guys know that." She hummed out after a pause. For the record, she did now that she was acting a little to aggressive for her 'persona's taste, but family was a rough subject here, might as well give what little advice she did have to say. [hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: 20px;][align=center][glow=black,1]"[/glow] I think it's time you understand [glow=black,1]"[/glow][/fancypost]

    "You're no saint, brother," She replied coolly, before looking at Calla. "calla eh? Doesn't fit your looks," she meowed, a small smirk on her lips. "Who in their right mind would name such a feisty wolf after a lily? " She paused, thinking. "Unless your parents weren't in their right mind, or you chose it yourself," wow, she was so inconsiderate sometimes.

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    [justify] "My parents abandoned me at the age of three, so I can clearly say that, no they were not in their right mind. "


    The kind cheetah remarked with a calm smile. Her black-gold irises were looking firmply at the little canibal with a caculating look. Did this one think it was wise to challenge a medic? Beside the fact that she could deny healing when she needed it. But Calla was much older than her and much more skilled. If a fight was what the other wanted a fight she would get. Though she turned to her brother she felt her body relax slightly. It would be best not to, he still cared for her, though it was obvious that she did not.


    " There ain't no need to get so defensive anyways. I'm just saying, count your blessings before they disappear. You never know what you hold until you loose it all."


    Her voice was sombering compaired to her mood before hand. The king cheetah didn't remark on the wolf remark, as there was no way she could have known that the demon quees was a wolf. She was bluffing. The only form she is known for here is the king cheetah.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-bottom: 20px;][align=center][glow=black,1]"[/glow] I think it's time you understand [glow=black,1]"[/glow][/fancypost]

    She watched, though she'd simply been using wolf as a metaphor for the cheetahs attitude, though she did notice a hint of worry in the others form. huh, how odd. she thought to herself, icy optics closing as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun during the short period of silence.

    "Not yet." Thornpaw countered. He curled his white tail over his equally white paws, watching his sister and the stranger talk before there was nothing but silence. "I must say though, Lip, I'm surprised. I would have thought that you would end up in another group after the rumors I have heard." Tales of clans of blood, of bones, of a group of exiles spreading chaos for the sake of chaos. It was unnerving, but it was also somewhere he thought his sister would be right at home unless someone saved her soul.