My claws are down now;; Introduction + Joining

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    Calla Mortem;; Shadowclan - Attack in tan
    Calla was a subtle creature. She was bred to be silent- to be stealthy. She was manipulated to do more- do better- to the point where she couldn't raise her own voice above a whisper without flinching. She was once a sensitive soul, a shy- timid thing chilled and dragged out into the sun to thaw. She was a monster, She was weak and pathetic. But she was lethal and worthy. Worthy to be under Obscuro- to kill- to assassinate. In a way- she was everything she was meant to be, but nothing she wanted to be.

    To suddenly be thrown away from her -captor, jailor, executioner, friend, family the only thing i ever knew- Obscuro. It was a weightless feeling. The burden- the weight of another's conscious- of her insanity lifted. It brought with it it's own form of mad insanity. Calla was wrong. She was missing a part of herself. Stumbling in a body that wasn't hers a body that felt hollow. The only comfort she could take in was that a smooth black silk wrapped her eyes. It was once her collar, but now it served as something to blind her- to inhibit her. In a way it made this whole wrong situation right.

    It grounded her.

    When she stopped at the border of shadowclan she felt a paw gently prod at the bind. Chicking it to be there. It was another job- surly. Obscuro had given her space- she had... respected calla's last wishes and this was just another job. Infiltrate, trust and tear it down.

    Oh, how she desperately wished she could trust that thought.

    A soft sigh escaped the Harbringers lips. Lately, it felt as if walking was dragging concrete blocks behind of her paws. It was like she was swimming while tied to an anchor - which wasn't very possible, especially for someone of her size. She twitched her nose as an unfamiliar scent surrounded her. She couldn't recognize a particular clan or group, but she knew for sure that it was something alive - something that wasn't prey.

    The material troubles of the vice-leader were briefly forgotten as she stumbled towards the scent, the sunlight dappling through the jungle trees onto her ivory fur. Things were so different. When she had joined, she was a socially awkward apprentice and she was full of life. She had often wondered why she was named after a finch - such a small and fragile bird. And a cat? Named after what they ate? That was like a human being named cheeseburger. It hadn't made sense to her. She had been full of life and love. She had climbed the rank ladder with ease, as if it were something she did every day. She was promoted at every single meeting, until she was directly under Sango, the hellhound leader of Shadowclan. But now... she had experienced so much heartbreak, that her spirit was dragged down. She was still Finch - but she was an older, more experienced version of her former self.

    When the sight of the strange being made its way into her line of vision, she blinked slowly as if mechanized.

    "Hello." She said simply, freezing in her footsteps. The body language on this one was different - she was obviously deep in thought. Perhaps she had intentions other than joining?

    //welcome to shadowclan!

    Calla Mortem;; Shadowclan - Attack in tan
    "Hello." Calla muttered, her voice quiet and soft, she turned her head slightly downward, the other's apprach was sudden- but not unexpected. Any clan worth their game protected their borders. The feline's ears flicked forward and she rose her voice- to normal speaking. Brows furrowing. "This is... Shadowclan. Right?" She tried. flinching at her own voice.

    She appeared clueless, and she was. Her last job had ended in failure. What had... what had happened? Why was she let back out? "I'm looking to join." She said, even with or without the confirmation of the clan. She knew this was were she was placed- for a reason. Someone would come. Someone would fill her in... right? "I'm Calla."