Muddy Water [open and joining] [Six needed]

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    Maluma smelled cats. A lot of cats. She stood outside a warehouse, and forced herself to stand up straight. The six moon old she-cat, barely older than a kit, had been searching for this warehouse and it's inhabitants for a moon. The former kittypet had been told stories by her mother about her older brother, a black tom cat named Six. At the age of five moons, she had stolen away from her twolegs during the night to search for that brother. The extremely confident and strong cat wasn't well suited to the kittypet life. Since then, she had spent a month wandering around the city, learning to survive by fighting with rogues and teaching herself to hunt.


    She'd lost most of her kit fat, and it had been replaced by lean, hard muscles, and a few small scars from getting in scraps with other rogues, the most obvious of which was a split in one of her ears. In that time, she had asked after him, and finally caught wind of Bloodclan. She was lucky he was so important, or else she might never have found him. Now it was time to meet the group she intended to join, residing in their intimdating warehouse. Not that she was intimated. Forcing her fur to lie flat, she padded lightly forward, ready to meet whatever awaited her. "I am looking for a cat named Six," she meowed out loud, forcing her voice to remain steady.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]if someone were given a rough description of the bloodclan leader, but never actually had a chance to see him, dee could easily be mistaken for the tom. he was fully grown at this point, broad shoulders, muscles under his sleek black fur. he had a scrapes on his chest from a recent scrap with ivy. the difference between him and his leader was that he had blue eyes and a single white paw, while six did not.


    dee heard the she-cat first, and headed across the warehouse to slip outside. he was mildly surprised to see her standing right in front of the doors, but he didn't let it show. instead he looked her up and down with a critical eye. "and what would you need six for, sweetheart?" he asked, tilting his head and putting on a charming smile.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Really? Another cat looking for her brother? Narrowing her eyes distrustfully, Ivy joined Dee, looking down her nose at the she-cat. She was young, but not pampered; usually the cats who turned up outside of the warehouse were kittypets. Clicking her tongue, the long-furred trainee sat down, forcing an entirely nonchalant expression onto her face and continuing to watch Maluma.

    "I'm his sister," she meowed, responding to his seemingly friendly manner by relaxing slightly and adopting an equally friendly one. "Half sister," she amended after a moment, twitching her tail in irritation at her mistake. Was this cat Six? He almost matched the description that she had been given... her mother had said black fur, and he certainly had that, even if he had a white sock, but if Mal remembered correctly, Six had green eyes, not blue. The descriptions hadn't exactly been all that precise, but she hoped she would know him when she saw him, and the cat in front of her probably wasn't him. "I've been looking for him," she added, though it probably came across as a tad bit uncertain, like she didn't know what exactly she was supposed to say.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Ivy's heart sped up a bit, and she swallowed loudly, blinking at the cat in front of her. Slightly tabbied black fur, blue eyes... and what were the odds of Six having another litter of half siblings? "Mal?" she said lamely, taking a deep breath. She hadn't expected to see her littermate ever again, but there was no question that the she-cat in front of her was... her. "I didn't think I'd meet you again," she said, taking a step forward and blinking cautiously. "I joined a few moons ago..."


    (they're from the same litter woops)

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]dee felt his fur prickle a bit as ivy spoke, but he forced it to lie flat. he had made the connection that they were probably related, but he hadn't expected ivy to be so eager to see her dear sister. what if he lost his hunting partner?


    dee could have kicked himself for even entertaining the thought. first of all, he was way better than any sister ivy had, and second of all, he shouldn't care if he lost his hunting partner. oh, and third, they weren't partners. the tom ruffled his fur and gave a half-hearted grunt. "oh how sweet. excuse me while a go vomit in the corner."
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    "Ivy," Mal responded, glad to see a familiar face. Not that I needed to see one, she told herself sternly, but she knew it wasn't entirely true. Pausing a moment to regain her chilly compusure, she nodded to her sister. "I'm glad to see you again," she meowed with a slight smile, and shot the tom an irritated look when he said his rude piece. Apparently she had misjudged him, and he wasn't friendly after all. Oh well, it's not like it mattered to her if he wanted to act like the rear end of fox.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 450px; font: 12pt mongolian sans; text-align: justify;]If Dee ever wanted a stern talking to, all he had to do was confess how possessive over Ivy he was to Six. The dark tomcat wanted only the best for his sister. Speaking of sisters, he was heading toward a pair of his now, moving with an even, measured gait. As he drew closer to the trio, he became aware of Ivy's excitement, and his eyes narrowed a fraction. Was this someone she had met while traveling as a loner? Drawing to a stop besides Dee, he asked, "Who is this, Ivy?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Taboa was slow to wander by, glinting eyes observing the scene. The calico had dropped by early enough to pick up on most of the conversation. Despite moving at a leisurely pace to the scene, she herself was surprised at her own arrival at the reunion.
    The obvious question has already been answered. Taboa knows this is a sibling of Six. The amount of his siblings slipping into BloodClan to look for him is astounding; the calico wonders how and why they would even remember their littermate from long ago. Not only that, but Ivy seemed to know this she-cat incredibly well. There was always the chance that they could have been past acquaintances, but the reunion here seemed much closer than that
    "Planning to stay in BloodClan? At least for a while." It's a simple question, but after all, what is the point of traveling to a dangerous city only to leave once her brother has been discovered.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Ivy returned the grin, her tail swishing from side to side. "Well... I can say the same. How have you been?" she asked, searching the other's gaze. Maluma was in one piece, but she could see new scars littering her sibling's pelt; and she guessed that the same could be said for her. She'd missed a lot, the trainee knew.


    Ivy shot Dee an angry glance, turning away from him. "Have fun with that," she sneered, quite displeased with the tom. Couldn't he see that this was important to her? As Six came up, she looked over to him and dipped her head. "My sister. Her name is Maluma," she said, looking back to the darker she-cat and letting her explain the rest. Ivy tried not to look too interested in the response to Taboa's question, but she shot Maluma a glance. She hoped that her sister would stay.

    When the new dark tom joined them, she was fairly certain he was Six. He matched the description her mother had given perfectly, so he probably was. "I'm looking for Six, he is my half brother. Are you him? You match the description I've been given," she meowed steadily, picking up on the fact that Ivy wanted her to explain for herself, and looking him in the eye. Perhaps that was overly confident, she wasn't sure the etiquette of this group of cats, but she didn't want to seem submissive, so she aired on the side of arrogance. "I would like to stay here, at least for a while," she meowed, before responding to her sister. "The city is unforgiving, but beautiul," ."

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