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"Uh, yes! Count me in, my man." she wasn't exactly a fan of Ai, but the she-cat wasn't impossible to stand, so Morag had little trouble throwing herself into the activity the moment that those words registered in her ears. Miss War Machine would join, without a hint of hesitation, any sort of fight, even without fifty leaves of catmint on the line. It was a no-brainer that she would arrive on the scene immediately, her muscular brown form slinking down from a nearby window, a grin on her maw.

★ ★ ★ -- What Taboa would give to have some catnip. Fifty whole leaves? It sounded like heaven; Taboa would definitely be participating.

"Count me in, love." The calico said as she approached, feral grin and all. Not only would she be able to fight, her reward would be catnip. The queen was practically an addict at this point, hungering for a few tastes of the minty leaves. With it, she'd be able to take her mind off a lot of things.

the empress slithered forward upon the words of ai, interest pooling within emerald spectacles. her eyes had been dull since her, well, physcopathic break. but something changed upon joining bloodclan and her first few weeks, she began to rekindle with perhaps her darker side in which was truer and stronger than her side of purity and good morality. she'd grown to find classmates in bloodclan and maybe even began to root herself here- her eyes had brightened. she always surpassed such horrible urges before, the urges to kill and make of chaos. they were oppressed to live up to the expectations of her friends, kits, family, and her mates. but these people that she had to live up to, they had all either died, vanished, or turned their backs on her to leave cougarstar with nothing. she had no one to look up to, no one by her side but herself and the dark forest. it was a nasty cycle in which caused her side of purity to vanish entirely and ever sense she was kidnapped that dark side was unlocked; it took over. darkness had defeated the light.

now, the chausie was surrounded by cats of evil, perhaps even more evil and disgusting than herself such as morag and taboa; now they were the pair she looked up to and accompanied by her side. she'd grown fond of ai and her many personalities, she never spoke to Nik nor did she seem him around very often which was quite worrying considering they had a war on their paws. she'd heard of aloebite, the previous healer, who joined windclan; maybe they could convince him to return if anything happened to that nik guy. though, ai was a healer so cougar could only hope that the young apprentice was prepared for the days head. the fem had seen war and she wasn't quite sure if everyone knew what they were getting into. she shrugged her thoughts off, blinking as she came to take a stand within the group, a sly smile twisting upon a marred maw at the delightful idea of such a game. stretching her claws out, her jaws departed from their smile, "sounds like my type of game." 

she really didn't care for the catnip, she'd take it, but she was more of so focused on the slaughtering of captures, oh, and even more excited about the predators they'd be facing- that actually posed a real threat.

"Speech."

Bunsie had responded immediately to Ai's call. A game? He loved games! All the more time to get to know his rogue-mates (Clanmates doesn't seem quite right for BloodClan).

He was only slightly disappointed when he saw that the slots were full. He would still get watch, and there would of course be death. Even if Taboa, Morag, and/or Cougarstar lost their fights, they would get killed by their opponents. Sure, Bunsie would miss them -- all three were valuable and, quite frankly, needed by BloodClan. The leader, deputy, and Elite were going to fight in the pit.

Bunsie had only experienced the effects of catmint once. And it wasn't really on purpose, either. He had gone along to watch other BloodClanners get high as heck and later tease them about their actions, but one of the turd-buckets had pulled him down off the fence where he was perched and down into the catmint. Bunsie didn't mind the thought of or the effects of catmint -- he just preferred to remember all the wild parties in his life.

He sat down near where Siamang was pacing and noticed the stutter in her meow. She cared about kits? Since when? He had seen her tear up a dog's throat before -- in fact, he had even been by her side and helped; that was why he had several dark splotches on his once perfectly-clean collar.

Was the molly attempting to put on a meek facade? Well, Bunsie was in no place to judge. If she wanted to be seen as timid by the rest of BloodClan, then by all means. He wasn't going to step in and ruin her fun of fooling everybody.

"Remember, only the insane equate pain with success," he called to three contestants. "Every adventure requires the first step. Trite, but true, even here."

He looked down at the three felines and realized that they were all shes. Funny, he was the only male here.

Whoops, distracted again. He shook his head, bell jingling, and returned his gaze back to the three femmes. They got all the fun -- those lucky ducks would get to bash some skulls today.

Bunsie looked over at Ai as she snapped at Siamang. Bunsie himself was a kit, and he knew that being a Healer wasn't easy. To him, Ai deserved respect, but he also didn't think that Siamang meant to insult the small femme. Meh, what did he know -- his brain was as scrambled as eggs in a hot pan.

"Trust me, Ai, if your stature were an illness, the centipede would dispense medicine to make you well."

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Definitely not the best way to make a first impression. Still, watching the look on Ai's face shift from amusement to irritation wa funny as hell. Morag let out a cackle, elbowing Siamang in the ribs to thank her for those glorious few seconds as she fell down on to her haunches. Bunsie's comment only made her laugh harder. "You gotta admit, Ai, you've got some growin' to do."

Bunsie flicked his white-tipped tail in response to Siamang's apology. He could agree with the burmese -- Ai was quite intelligent, and much more mature than he himself.

Seen lots of blood? Pfft, Bunz had shed more blood than the femme had seen, that was for sure. Though he was small and had quite the girly collar and dainty features, he was a mean killing machine. Of course, not as good as Morag or Taboa or Cougarstar. He doubted he could ever reach their status of ruthlessness. But all the same, he was quite skilled for a kit.

Bunsie grinned over at Morag as she began cackling to herself, his teeth glinting alabaster white. His cheshire smile widened still as his comment made her guffaws louder.

"I quite agree, yes I do. Do I think so? Of course, I just said so." He briefly conversed with himself before addressing the others, turning to Ai. "Though small, you've picked up quite an attitude. Still curious and willing to learn, I hope. Don't ever lose yourself. Or your mind, for that matter. I've done it before, though I can't remember it. Why? Because I lost my mind, of course!

"I think part of me is still lost, though which is where or what is which, I'm not quite sure. Losing yourself is difficult, don't ever try it. Then again, you can all probably see that I'm not all here, myself." He rambled onwards, sometimes talking to himself, other times to the rest of the group.

If those listening didn't have a clue what he was talking about, nobody could blame them.

Except for maybe Bunsie, who was only talking plain, simple nonsense. Then he would say that they needed some sense knocked into them and whatnot. He would gladly oblige to that, though. Knocking anybody upside the head -- or anywhere, for that matter -- was quite a pleasure for him.