DUET | Open, BloodClanner

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    AIN'T IT A FINE LIFE — Ben — BloodClan — He/him
    Any ThunderClanner approaching Ben and recognizing the scent of BloodClan on his fur would probably immediately be cautious or on edge. But if you took a moment to look at him, your thoughts might change. The lanky tom was standing at the border, eyes bright as he took in the sight of trees. His mouth was open in a grin, but his stance was one of nervousness. This was all new to him.

    Ben had grown up as a kittypet, and had left a few weeks ago to join one of the fabled warrior Clans. He ran across BloodClan first and just sort of stayed there. But now he was here on a mission and... Well, might as well take in the sights, too! Ben had never seen this many trees together before. It was quite a sight.



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    Short, shimmering grey hair rippled as Slim grumpily stalked his way about the border. So, he was actually being useful for once. Well, he wasn't enjoying it one bit, bit it was a start. Letting a huff of air escape his well-used lungs the warrior took yet another scent of the air, something which he'd been doing since he'd started this little patrol of his.

    'Rabbit, shrew. If only this was a hunting patrol,' Slim let out a small sigh and tried for more.

    'Grass, duh. Um...,' the male paused in his tracks. 'BloodClan.'

    Hackles rising, the lithe male made his way towards the threat. He wasn't any good at fighting but hopefully this guy wasn't here for a fight. Getting all riled up Slimshade threw himself through the brush before him, being too absorbed in his own thoughts of panic to care what happened to his prided coat. That was until he saw the cat before him.

    "You aren't a BloodClanner," spoke Slim on impulse, unable to stop the thought from flying out of his mouth. His narrowed gaze softened slightly as he took the tall, slim stranger in. This cat was seemingly devoid of scars and most certainly devoid of the scent of death which constantly lingered around those hailing from the clan of exiles. Though he was still on guard the usually quite flirtatious and cocky tom lowered his defenses slightly, showing at least some sin of civility and a chance for the exotically attractive stranger to prove himself.

    Cricket couldn't stay inside of the camp all day, she wouldn't be able to bear it. Between the noisy kits running around everyone's paws and the grumpy elders who complained about every little thing, it was slowly starting to drive her insane. Well, that's just what she'd say, anyways. Weaving her way through the forest, she stopped to sniff the air around her every few minutes. Everything was new to her here, and exploring the unfamiliar territory was both terrifying yet exciting to her. Though she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was lurking behind every bush, waiting to pounce on her at any given second. And the fact that she was totally turned around right now didn't help. I can't believe I got lost, this is supposed to be my territory now! Her green eyes scanned the undergrowth, her nose twitching. Finally, she caught wind of a familiar, yet exceedingly annoying scent. Slimshade! There was another scent, though. One that was foreign to her. Instantly suspicious, she followed her nose, hoping to find Slimshade. She may not like the tom, but right now, the idea of finding him in this slightly creepy forest comforted her. She crashed through the undergrowth, making a horrible racket as she did so and cursing under her breath whenever she stumbled over a root or scraped herself with a thorn. But then she nearly collided with Slimshade, causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. And she was just in time to hear her mentor's last words. '-a BloodClanner.' This statement made her fur stand on end as she peeked around Slim to look at an unfamiliar black-and-white tom. She had overheard one of the NPC elder's stories about Bloodclan, but she had thought it was just a fairy tale to scare kits. She would never admit that the story had scared her, too. "Bloodclan?" she piped up, her voice quiet and shaky. "You mean that evil pack of rogues? They exist?" Her last question came out as a whisper, directed towards Slimshade.


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    AIN'T IT A FINE LIFE — Ben — BloodClan — He/him

    Ben couldn't help but let out a shriek as a cat came barreling out of he bushes towards him. He jumped back, eyes wide, and froze as the cat accused him of not being a BloodClanner. Still a little startled, Ben indignantly replied, "I am a BloodClanner! My name is Ben and I'm here on a mission. I just... Didn't want to trespass." Hopefully that would calm down the angry tom.


    Ben glanced over as another stranger approached, a smaller female, who was surprised to hear BloodClan existed. Why? That was kind of odd. He knew the other Clans existed, why didn't they all know about his own Clan? "Hello. And yes, we do exist." No need to call them 'evil' though.



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