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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:40%;text-align:justify][size=10][font='Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif']There were a plethora of reasons cats came to BloodClan. First and foremost, you had the bloodthirsty berserkers, who found joy in watching the life ebb away in the eyes of their victims. The ones who thought nothing of a single death; the ones who could never be accepted into the clans, nor be able to risk living amongst alley cats and up-walkers. But not everyone could be shoved into the stereotype and called right. Some of them simply didn't agree with the ideals of the clans, and others couldn no longer enter the territories without death lingering above their heads. Others had other reasons, like Dusk herself.


    The Chausie approached the border with a heavy step, her eyes scanning the shadows of the area for the reflective optics of other animals. There was no specific appearance of a BloodClanner that came to mind other than the putrid claw-collars of the revered. Alley cats had their fair share of scars as well, so she could hardly call every scarred up feline a rogue. Dusk possessed many scars herself, although the most prominent of them was the bite area that wrapped around the left side of her neck. It couldn't be missed, but she thought almost nothing of it herself. It wasn't often she saw herself, unless she was gazing into the rippling mirror of a puddle.


    Fear gripped her heart, but not the fear of a coward. Dusk was not an idiot; no matter how adept or green she might be, it was right to fear a violent clan. They didn't need to ask questions. But she was no coward, and the stray moved forward, looking for the clanners instead of waiting for them. She leapt up onto a rotting fence, surveying the area. Her body was short and stocky, although leanly muscled. She wasn't a beautiful creature, and whether she would be considered attractive likely varied heavily. She wasn't a pet after all. Her breed looked similar to that of a cougar, with the tawny base and black specks. Dusk's features were boyish, and she held herself with a relaxed confidence.


    "Hello?" she called out, cringing quickly after. How common was that phrase? How simple-minded? She cleared her throat and lashed her tail, a little embarrassed for herself. Who even knew if anyone was around? Idiot. The she-cat continued to look around, clenching her jaws shut. Fear still lingered, but it was no longer evident. She was strong. She would be strong no matter what. Why would she ever want to be anything else?


    So she waited.


    This had been so poorly planned.

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    Indeed, each cat had their right for joining BloodClan. A majority, the more bloodthirsty, had opted to join the rogue clan because of their lust for bloodshed. Back then, Taboa was a self-absorbed character. She herself had come to BloodClan in search of protection; granted, her logic had been flawed. BloodClan was anything but bloodthirsty. It was to be expected from a group of blood-thirsty rogues living in the dangerous city. After all, the clan members themselves had a habit of turning in each other with tooth and claw under the smallest indication of threat. Squabbles back them happened over food or the slightest disagreements. It was far from safe, but Taboa had chose it because in reality, it was her closest and most reasonable option. Thinking back on that now, she wondered what would have happened if she instead decided to seek refuge in the clans of the forest. She scoffed at this thought. She couldn't imagine herself in anywhere else than BloodClan, and her arrangement certainly worked itself out alright, hadn't it? She was deputy, one of the most ruthless fighters in the clan. She had friends and acquaintances. She had a family here. Had being the keyword. Six was estranged from her and her kits were missing, but she certainly had good memories, hadn't she?


    Taboa was prowling the streets, her silk-like, well-groomed fur rippling with each movement. Her reinforced claws dug into concrete. Gnarled scars twisted down her frame, most hidden under her fur, but her recent wounds still visible and pink on her face and her arm. This added even more to the deputy's fearsome appearance. Far from pretty, she was her own dangerous. She could be considered still beautiful by some, but the gal looked more like she'd rather be ripping someone to shreds than being ad


    Despite this, she managed to pick up the call of a feeble 'hello' through the air. Hello? What a strange thing to say. Who was greeting and why? Curious, the deputy stalked forward, the sounds of the city buzzing all around her, and the rank scents of oil, fur and sweat heavy on her tongue. She made her way over to the fence where the curious bird of a stranger was sitting, and the woman tilted her head up at the girl, the sudden movement slightly jiggling the collar around her neck, cracked and heavy with teeth. Indeed, she was one of those typically BloodClanners who took pride in adorning herself with trophies. Not all of them did this, however, it was quite clear that such behavior was a trend in their society.


    "Hello, hello hello!" Taboa called up gleefully to the other, a wide, manic grin splaying across her face. She could sense the nervousness, lurking beneath the other, edging on fearfulness. Fear that was wise, but it would not do good to make their visitor uncomfortable now, would it?
    "Welcome to BloodClan, beautiful!" She chirped. "Come to enjoy the view? The sights?" As for emphasis, the deputy promptly turned her rump and wiggled. "A'hm just kidding! Not those sights though, you're welcome if you'd like to admire." With a flourish, the calico's words were accompanied with a wink. The girl said hello. Surely she must be here for a reason? Then the deputy's voice edged on seriousness. "Though, I'm gonna have to ask. Whatchya here for? Speak up now darling and don't be shy!"

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    Originally, the lack of a intelligent presence was a contributing factor to her nervousness, but with Taboa's appearance came a stir in her levels of confidence. The nervousness and fear ebbed away into simple caution. Friendly words and a wide smile could just a much be a mask as it could be a genuine greeting of warmth, but Dusk didn't paticuarly feel as if she was plotting to attack. The stranger was relaxed, she wasn't surveying the area for advantage points, and her eyes remained focused mostly on Dusk herself. So the large she-cat deemed it safe enough, and she leapt down from her perch upon the rotting fence. The tip of the beam fell along with her, breaking with her descent.


    Her ears fell back against her skull at Taboa's show of her rear end, and her gaze quickly darted away. Despite her general calm disposition for the majority of things, she'd never quite known how to react to flirting (if that's what you wanted to call it). It was a strange thing; and very much hard to decipher. She did not like things she couldn't understand.


    "I believe I'm here to request to join BloodClan. I planned on nothing else." The she-cat stopped several meters away from the BloodClanner, just out of pouncing range. She could never be too careful.

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    Sanguine
    lord of debauchery; master of sin; prince of hedonistic revelry
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    "Don't mind Taboa." A pleasant purr drifted from the nearby shadows as a silky, regal frame approached the pair, his amber eyes shining, gold form glowing and spotted with earthen rosettes. "She just wants to have a little fun." Sanguine smirked as his gaze shifted to the Second of BloodClan. "How about you let me admire that wonderful body of yours in private, hmm? Unless you prefer public spaces, if so, you know I'd never deny you, darling. You're the boss, after all." The curled line that had settled across his maw broke into a full blown and mischievous grin before the exotic margay returned his focus to the newcomer.


    "A new follower of Uncle Sheo's teachings eh? Well welcome to the club, sweetheart! I'm Sanguine, very nice to meet you. Might I add that your fur is absolutely gorgeous?" The wildcat shifted his weight as a chuckle formed upon his lips. "You could join right off the bat as an Inferior, our lowest rank. Or, you could take an initiation, and if you make a good impression, we'll let you in as a full member! Does that sound good, dear?"
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    Male; Margay; BloodClan Member; Chaotic Neutral; Appearance image by Sublime
    "Maybe a little influence from your uncle Sanguine could help brighten your life a bit."
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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:40%;text-align:justify][size=10][font='Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif']"Sheogorath?" Dusk didn't imagine the alias of 'Uncle Sheo' belonging to anyone else. The leader of BloodClan went from intimidating to almost soft in her mind at the appearance of those words. 'Uncle Sheo' brought to mind the image of a playful tom-cat, who's sister's kids loved to tug on his tail and roll around in play with him. Her own uncle came to mind in fact, although she quickly dismissed the memory and brought herself back.


    "Right- I suppose -yes, and um, thank you. You're not bad-looking yourself." It wasn't an attempt at flirting, rather just a polite compliment in addition to the one she'd received. She didn't think much of either, besides the repelling, flirtatious nature she sensed of him.


    "I-" What kind of initiation? She wasn't at her strongest at the moment, but a fight probably wouldn't kill her. "What sort of things does a initiation contain?" If she felt up to it now, she might accept. If not, it would be wiser to gain back her strength.

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    Sanguine
    lord of debauchery; master of sin; prince of hedonistic revelry
    Appearance ; Voice ; Song ; Additional Info ; Banner Source/Credit

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    Sanguine quite liked the newcomer. She was adorable, in a sense, like that female with the split personality, well, one side had been adorable. The other? Not so much.


    "Careful there, darling, don't get used to calling him that. When in the presence of our great and handsome madgod, you are to refer to him as Lord Sheogorath. Or he might eat you, and not in the good way. I assure you, you would not enjoy it." Few cats were permitted to refer to the leader as anything else, especially not newcomers. That was a swift way to die, and horribly, at that. Skipping over the compliment with a devilish smile, the margay purred an answer to her question, "Well, an initiation can be anything, really. Personally, I'd ask for a kiss, but Taboa outranks me here, so you'll be getting your orders from our beautiful second in command."
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    Male; Margay; BloodClan Member; Chaotic Neutral; Appearance image by Sublime
    "Maybe a little influence from your uncle Sanguine could help brighten your life a bit."
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    An initiation can be anything, really. Yeah, anything. His own recent task had nearly driven him right off the edge. But perhaps it would be interesting to see what was in store for the newcomer. Lars padded over silently and sat down near Sanguine, rolling his broad shoulders as his green gaze carefully surveyed the she-cat. Another pretty female. They just seemed to swarm around BloodClan, eh? Though he considered most felines, even the males, as attractive, he didn't make constant attempts to flirt with them. He had other things in mind anyway, things more important than how handsome or beautiful a cat was. This was a Clan, not a haven for models.

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    Yes, the initiation could be anything though she wasn't sure how bad Toboa would make it compared to Sheogorath's yet the quiet femme approached standing next to Lars with both of her ears angled forward in a moment of thought before twitching her whiskers. Well, there was certainly a large amount of she-cats in Bloodclan but she decided to not think much of it as she sat down curling her tail around her forepaws letting out a soft sigh.

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    The feline slunk forward with the poise of adder, each movement was soft and unpredictable- just as he was. Unpredictable. Mysteriously so that it was rather irritating for some to guess his next move. Swiping a coral tongue over the crevices of his maw, the masculine found himself following the trails of vocal cords that rung against the darkness of his notched ears which were quick to flatten against his skull.


    A joiner!


    The very vocals of 'hello' were quick to awake the tom as sleepy spectacles of striking metallic spears came to make of savagery as he slept upon one of the window sills of the hotel that faced the country side where he could just faintly see the tips of trees over the dirtied rooftops. Annoyed that he had been awoken, Aloebite found himself grumbling as his gaze was quick to turn into a glare of irritation. However so, he couldn't be irritated, this was indeed a joiner.


    How wonderful! With the slightest of excitement, he pushed himself upon all threes to creep within the darkened hotel caverns, quick to make his way from the lobby and upon the streets. The scent of herbs clung to his fur as each extension and draw back of his pillars propelled the tyrant forward. The scene of a foreign female quick to entangle within his darkened pupils as a glance of speculate took on the tom's irises.


    "What a delight!" the Healer mused as a cruel smile was quick to drag upon his features with the atrocity of ravaged savagery. Curiosity quick to mark the man's features as the simplicity of interest could be spotted with the twitch of a heavy tail.


    Taking a stand within the group, his cranium tilted with silence as he took in every notable feature. From her eyes to her pelt, to the very stance and tone that was drawn from her maw. she nearly seemed nervous as to such an imitation- but what fun! Well, fun for the Bloodclanner's that was, not quite for the joiners that collected upon their unestablished borders.


    "Eh, give her a break, stop flirtin' with the pretty lass and tell her straight," he mused with a friendly wink, noting her lack of flirtation in response as his features shuttered upon her own momentarily before they turned upon Taboa. What task would she give her? He knew of Sanguine's flirtation- might as well attempt to give the goddess a break. But how amusing it was to see of such attempts.


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    ◂ just like his father | 4.3

    [center][fancypost= 0px; width: 550px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]★ ★ ★ -- Molten luminaries traversed the frame of the chausie as she jumped down beside her. A tiny smirk lit the deputy's features; not so afraid then as cautious. The female seemed to be keeping a respective distance from the deputy; wary, incredibly so. Perhaps not afraid of the deputy herself, but her previous displays of anxiety must have been the prospect of entering foreign territory. It didn't matter anyways; it wouldn't bode well or Taboa to make an attempt at scaring away a potential joiner so soon.


    With much satisfaction, she noticed the girl's aversion to her vulgar display. The calico wasn't flirting rather, she'd done so because she wanted to and she could. Taboa had to say, the girl's reaction was rather... satisfying. The deputy had a twisted sense of humor; seeing another's discomfort brought her a sense of joy.


    The battle-scarred warrior's tail twitched in acknowledgment of Sanguine's arrival, her head twisting to face him ever so lightly. Molten eyes slid across his form with amusement as she watched him flirt with the newcomer. Typical and not unamusing. The exotic wild cat seemed to flirt with anyone who came into his point of view. Would the females (and males) of BloodClan ever get a break? Take it upon Sanguine to have his fun, hmm? He probably slept with enough cats as it was. She wondered if his libido would ever slow down.


    Smiling lightly at Sanguine's inclination to her, Taboa's barb tongue flickered out over her maw in contemplation. Ah, yes. She was the deputy, she had to handle this.
    "Well, if you want to join BloodClan, it's as Sanguine dear said here. You're allowed in without little hassle, though you'll be an inferior. An initiation requires fighting one of our members to prove your worth." A charming smile lit the feline's face, something rather mischievous in her eyes. Her silken tail oscillated slowly in the air, something contemplative in her gaze.
    "Of course, it's not required and you can continue to join BloodClan as an inferior until you prove your worth, but if you'd rather get the full benefits of being a member now, then you can fight one of us. I'm sure we'd have some eager volunteers, and if not, you can fight me yourself." Though, she highly doubted it. There was always someone in BloodClan eager to fight another, wasn't there?


    "I'm nice enough, so I'm going to tell you the full deal; you don't necessarily have to win, it depends on the promise you show in your fighting abilities." After all, they needed much more capable members. Those incapable of defending or fighting for themselves would not get the full benefit of a member of BloodClan.

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