How long had it been? Too long.
Bloodclan was like his main homies. He wasn't sure if they'd even remember his sacrifice to them, but whatever. It still happened. He threw his own clan to them because he was sick of The Exile's twisted ways. Sure, he was a massive hypocrite, but he got sick of watching them kill children. He allowed Merle (was that his name?) to take over the clan and he fled into midnight.
However, he could not live in the shadows forever; he had a job to do. He decided to achieve that and join the clan that he surrendered to. His appearance had not changed; he still had his iconic scarlet eyes and white fur, though looked a little cleaner than he did long ago. He had shaped up.
He cleared his throat, trying to get the voice he wanted. He used to be able to scream for years but he was aging and no longer had his powerful maniacal voice. "Hiya, Bloodclanners. Look. I've been in a lot of clans. A lot of them. And all of them bored me. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Henri Leonidas. Exiled from The Exiles because I helped you take them over for some time. So I'd be honored to join your ranks officially." He grinned.
Duskmire approached the visitor, keeping quiet for the moment as the stranger spoke for himself. Seemed like the typical BloodClan-joining hopeful at first - that is, until Dusk heard his name. The cream tabby took a step backwards in alarm, staring rather rudely as he tried to process that. "Henri - woah, yeah, I know you. I was an apprentice here when that, uh, happened." Dusk replied, not sure whether he should be impressed or nervous. Yeah, Henri was an old ally of BloodClan, but how much integrity and loyalty could a backstabber hold? How were they to know he wouldn't turn on them like he had the Exiles...? Maybe he was just being paranoid, but it was hard not to. Being paranoid used to be his entire job description.
"Yeah, man," Dusk said finally, his tone somewhat uncertain. "Welcome. BloodClan never forgets a favor. I'm, uh, Duskmire, by the way." The cream tabby cracked a half-smile in a gesture of welcoming, but there was something cold and calculating in his cerulean stare. He'd keep an eye out, he decided.
What was with all the joiners that were around from way before Barbie and Jamie came to Bloodclan? The femme might go as far to say she was jealous of all the people who knew each other, while she was left out of the loop. How old did these people even have to be to know each other? Well, come to think of it, they could be a bit younger than her, but if they were born in Bloodclan, they were around before her. Damn, what a strange thought. Barbara felt like she had been in Bloodclan for forever, but really, she supposed that wasn't the case. Sure, seven months was more than half her life, but others had been here for years. It was fucking weird.
Henri Leonidas. How did she know that name? Some other old fuck must thave mentioned it before - Horizon (ew) or Jackdaw, or something. He was kind of a big deal, right? But why? As she listened, it made sense - so apparently he helped Bloodclan kick a bunch of Exilers's asses. It was a bit ironic that he had gotten himself exiled from there, though. Padding over after Duskmire, the tabby looked over Henri curiously. Hm. "Welcome officially, then, sweetheart," Barbie greeted with a wink as she took a seat. "I'm Barbie Fawkes, the leader here. Anything I can do for you to help you settle in?" It was an innocent question, spoken in quite an innocent tone, but when she said anything, she meant anything.
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afterdark joined the scene wearily, taking a seat next to barbara with a lame smile. the lioness fancied her, and flirtatious attitude. it was much like her own. "welcome. im afterdark, i just joined yesterday." she said, one ear twitching as she gazed at the new member.