TEACH ME TO LIE | OPEN!

aviana.

every since joining the so-called 'clan of rogues', she had been constantly washing her fur. cleaning and grooming and such at every possible chance. she had also tried to avoid the dirtiest of her new roguemates -- like that one rooster guy. he had long, snarly fur, smelled disgusting, and no doubt was a hoarder of filth and garbage.

aviana was daintily trotting down the steps to the lobby. her head and tail was head high -- both in haughtiness and arrogance, as well as to keep her tail from touching the unsanitary ground of the hotel. bloodclan cats had no regard for cleanliness.

as avi strutted into the lobby, a loud and unfamiliar voice met her perfectly-shaped triangular ears. of course, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence, seeing as how she had just recently joined and tended to stay away from most of the unhygienic felines. however, she was still led by a small amount of curiosity, for anna loved to find out about cats and gossip about them.

however, when she spotted the black molly, she wrinkled her nose in slight disgust. the cat smelled faintly of the forest. gross. plants and rodents and dirt and mud and water everywhere. absolutely disgusting.

she padded over to the stranger, who towered slightly over her, and blinked up at them with gray optics, pulling on a politely elegant expression.

"pardon me for asking, but who are you again?" she asked with a flick of her tail. the fem had gorgeous black fur, with an odd white spot on her chest; but it wasn't as groomed or as clean as via's was, she noted with a small sniff. however, natural born looks (such as her own) were not to be taken for granted. little did avi know that that pelt was not, in fact, given to the stranger, but was earned by her ruthlessness in the dark forest.

still, earned or not, it was unique and beautiful, and aviana already had some respect for the molly just for her good looks. "what is that you need, miss?"

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★ ★ ★ -- // i hope it's okay that tab smells a bit of clan cat on her?

This stranger that smelled faintly of clan cat had quite the guts to step into the middle of the lobby where anyone could easily attack her. She had stated that she had a request, but then again, such things weren't always known for keeping BloodClanners at bay. The calico had been resting among the stairs, wreathed in shadows when Tarheart made her appearance.

The regal tyrant swiveled her head, amber eyes coming to land upon the black feline. Though Taboa knew not yet the fem's reason for being here, such a stranger would be sorely mistaken if she thought BloodClan were to give knowledge of their services and skills for free. It would cost the lady.

Strange. The feline's name was Tara yet she had a familiar scent. Taboa didn't know exactly where the fem came from, but the whisp of scent on the air was enough to make the chaotic leader's claws flex ever so minutely.

The calico had been so ready to respond, but it seemed as Aviana had beat her to it. No point in repeating an already asked question, after all. The leader's gaze lingered on the dainty feline with before flickering back to the tar-like cat.

★ ★ ★ -- Triangular ears had tittered to catch the words of the stranger within their midst spoken with boldness and an air of someone who had a reason to be here; who hadn't just stumbled upon the hotel and requested their help just for the sake of it; this Tara was clearly a killer, someone who had sinned and would be clearly willing to do so again. Someone with no regrets or qualms about killing another clan cat, so such a request could not definitely prove her loyalty. A clan cat willing to kill their own was one thing, but Taboa could never be guaranteed their loyalty, could she? As far as she was concerned, the fem was only asking for their service in making her a trained killer. Having her slaughter fodder would prove nothing for Taboa.

A finely shaped head perked, angular features inclined towards the stranger as icy pools of molten gold glimmered with something unidentifiable.

"BloodClan could offer our services to help you, and you are right in assuming this will not come without a price. What I don't want you to do however, is to bring back a clan cat to kill. Such a gesture will be meaningless, yes?" The feline began, voice bold and flowing like rolling water and honey, wreathed in regality.

"You will have no problem killing one of your own kind. I can tell, so asking you to do something of that calibre will not prove your worth for me. However," The lady leaned forward from her perch on the stairs, intense gaze directed towards the black fem.

"I know exactly what I want for you in exchange for us to assist you. Tell me love, what clan were you exiled from?"

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Morag had never been a dealmaker. She didn't need to be; whatever higher power was out there had given her claws and teeth and an enormous size to settle her disagreements, and she got along just fine. Towering intellect could be cut down with a few swipes of her natural, organic, dog tooth-free talons. No one, besides Taboa, could hold a candle to her... problem-solving abilities. However, for cats like the Tara girl standing before them, still struggling from the grip of adolescence, reeking of the forest, tiny, she supposed that the ability to negotiate was the best they could hope to attain. The flowery language and subtle cues of body language didn't pass over her head, her dark-eyed gaze darting across the scene with lightning speed, always suspicious and ready to defend the Queen at a moment's notice, but, truly, she didn't care. In the end, this cat was asking to be trained. Taboa seemed to be okay with it, so the elite guard didn't object, but she certainly wouldn't be the one volunteering.

★ ★ ★ -- Their little exile was eager for their service; not adverse to doing what needed to be done in order to get the information and skill she needed. Interesting; and also helpful. This would be beneficial to Taboa in the long run.

"An exchange of information for information." The calico spoke, leaning forward with glittering molten eyes, something sinister within their depths.

"I'd like for you to tell me all you know about WindClan. Their weaknesses, how many lives Jasperstar currently has, their relationship with the other clans and what battle tactics they might have. This includes any measures they might have taken against BloodClan to ensure their 'safety'." There was a calculating glint in her eye, something cold and hungry for information. Something to exploit; any weakness of WindClan that she could use to destroy them, to tear them down and bring them to their knees. She was ferocious, sinister and brimming with the savagery of a coyote. Wherever she went she brought destruction and she best knew how to bring it.

Of course, Taboa had no personal vendetta against WindClan herself, but anything she did, she did to please her clan. Her clan wanted bloodshed, and she'd deliver to them.

"If you can deliver us any knowledge that will be useful at all, BloodClan will gladly offer our services and begin training as soon as you wish." The offering flowed from her tongue like silk; simple, but not sugercoated. It sounded like a simple offer of information, though the price for Tarheart's training would be the future destruction of her own former clan. Was she willing to pay?

★ ★ ★ -- // sorry for the late reply

Taboa's molten eyes flickered with something dangerous, the calico inclining her head forward almost impatiently. She was so clearly pleased that Tarheart agreed to her option. Tarheart's first step forward was proof that she was falling deeper into a dark future.

"You have my word that I won't." The lady chuckled lightly, lips peeling back to reveal ivory fangs in the full extent of her grin. Surprisingly enough, Taboa was quite good at keeping her word... until it no longer interested her.

"Now, how about Jasperstar's lives, and WindClan's weaknesses? That includes fortifications around camp and battle tactics."

Diabolos had been in BloodClan for a while now, would things have been different if he was born in the forest clans? After all, violence was all and is all he knows. His eyes narrowed quietly as they analyzed the visitor, slithering up next to Morag and giving a flick of his tail in interest. The smell of the clans riddled from her and found it's way to him, leaving him to think this cat was either mousebrained or had different motives. He settled down and watched silently, eyes searching hers to see any emotion coming from her. What did she want? He listened as they conversed, occasionally unsheathing and flexing his reinforced claws to warn the foreign feline with ease. He was hoping she didn't get any bright ideas. At the sound of WindClan secrets, his interest boomed but at the same time he felt a bit nervous and hoped that Hollow wasn't around. He quickly began to look over his shoulder to see if his adoptive daughter was around before he sighed in relief and looked back at the former WindClan cat. What if she found out? His eyes trailed for a second before his attention was snapped back to the current conversation, his interest growing again as he flicked his tail steadily.

He wanted to hear whatever secrets lied at the heart of WindClan, every last one of their motives as well. He listened with open ears, cautious as to whether she was telling the truth or not. He looked over to the leader and then back at her, eager and anxious to hear these secrets.