on the outskirts of town ;; (open, intro for peach!)

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    peach wasn't usually the curious type.

    having lived her entire life as a pet, everything she'd ever needed was handed straight to her on a silver platter; there was no reason for her to look outside the comfortable boundaries of her home. but now her twolegs were... well, they were gone. this had happened often enough before - most likely they were just on a trip, but it had been nearly a week and peach was bored out of her everloving mind. so, after working up her courage, the kittypet nosed her way through a cracked window in the kitchen, dropped down into the front yard, and started off into the city.

    the wide-banded tabby trotted through the streets, golden-green eyes wide as she took in the views. the smells and sounds hit her like a brick wall and she flattened her rounded ears, wincing a little; but she hadn't come this far for nothing. peach continued wandering the town's back alleys, sticking out like a sore thumb with her lush, clean coat and bright pink collar.

    //takes place after birthing

    The kit noticed the unfamiliar she-cat wandering about the city as he searched for new bugs to hold hostage as "pets," stopping in his tracks and casting his line of sight directly on Peach. Canary offered a friendly smile to show he meant no harm, but wrinkled his nose a bit upon noticing her scent wasn't that of BloodClan. Yikes. She had a cool trinket on her, but with no bones or teeth. Double yikes. He decided to confront the filthsome trespasser, toddling towards her and clinging to a small grin. "Hey lady!" he shouted, tripping on the garbage. In contrast with her being pretty and clean, Canary's coat was a muddy mess. "What's your name and business?"

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    peach shrieked in alarm, fur bristling in terror as she whirled around before focusing on canary. taking in his bedraggled appearance, her eyes instantly widened in alarm. "oh, you poor thing!" she hurried over to him, sniffing at his fur. "are you okay? what's happened to your coat?" her plumy tail lashed anxiously as she peered down at him.

    A small frown developed on Canary's face as this strange kittypet began sniffing and fussing over him. Creepy. He decided to briefly answer her questions, maybe then he'd get his own answers. "Aw shucks, lady, it's nothing. I like to play in the dump and look for new pets and toys, but my fur gets all ruffled up. Usually me or my mama cleans it when I get back to camp," he explained. What was her business around here anyway? She seemed too soft for this place, and it'd be a shame to watch her coat get filthy too. "Uh, could you answer my previous questions, lady?" he asked politely, mustering and awkward grin.

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    peach, utterly horrified by his answer, nearly wailed in agony before taking a moment to calm herself.

    "o-oh, yes, um- my name is peach, and, well, i was just wandering- are you sure i can't help you clean up? my owners have this marvelous thing called a bath, and it's dreadful the first few times but it really does help keep you clean!" she blinked at his messy fur in despair. if it wasn't clear enough before that she didn't belong, now it certainly was.

    It worried the tom to no end that his little brothers and sisters were beginning to explore the world outside the sewers. It was liberating, but so dangerous. Wolfgang followed Canary around quietly and from a distance once he'd seen his little brother leave the protection of their mother's nest. Far enough away so that the boy didn't notice him and become scared, but close enough so that he could rush in if somebody he didn't recognize tried antagonizing him like they antagonized Baxton. He still didn't know who had been pushing Bax around, and didn't want to ask, but wanted to make sure stuff like that didn't happen again. And here was this disgusting kittypet, trying to kidnap his little brother. Or, that was what he thought was going on. Wolfgang rushed over, fur sticking up. "You will not be taking him anywhere. Our mother is perfectly capable of cleaning him up on her own," Wolfgang growled, his expression rather angry. He'd been getting the hang of expressing outwards emotions on his facial features, but his voice was still almost always monotone. He supposed that was something not so easily fixed. "Why are you here?" Wolfie asked, a bit less "agro" this time. Less hostile, that is. The boy wasn't capable of taking on full-grown enemies that were real cats, but this was a kittypet. He, as well as every other clan cat, had a tendency to underestimate them. Usually rightfully so. Wolfgang looked down at Canary and have the little one a tiny smile. He'd done good, and asked all the right questions. That was good! Hopefully Waspwing wouldn't be too upset with him for getting so dirty.



    "o-oh! i didn't mean- i'm sorry, it wasn't at all my intention-" peach stuttered over her words, flustered and more embarrassed and bewildered than ever. "i didn't mean to offend you, i'm just- not really used to- well, to any of this." her ears and tail lowered as she blinked at wolfgang. "my owners are gone, and i've just- well, i just thought i would explore a little." she shuffled her forepaws sheepishly, staring at the dirty alleyway asphalt beneath them.

    Oh, this one didn't seem threatening. She seemed... skittish. Wolfgang's angered face returned to its normal, flat look as he sat down in front of Canary, still a bit protective. This could all be a ruse, after all. The boy listened to her explanation, his face offering no tangible response to the explanation. "If you do not have business with BloodClan, you should not be here." Now, if she were looking to join, that was a different story and that was a question for his father. However, from what he gathered, this kittypet saw BloodClan as her playground. If she stuck around too long, she wouldn't be alive much longer. Wolfgang wondered if he should warn her. Yes, he thought. That was what Jailbird and Waspwing would do. Not let them wander into their grave. Wolfie decided it'd be in the other cat's best interest to leave while she could, unless she wanted to join, though he'd see how this interaction played out. He didn't want to seem weak in front of his little brother by warning the other cat of the dangers that lurked for a cat as weak as herself. Best case scenario, she was chased off by someone else. Worst case scenario was, not death, but he'd assume it to be the pit.



    peach blinked in surprise, head tilting to one side. "what on earth is bloodclan?" she frowned at the name. "that sounds dreadful- you don't drink it, do you?" she eyed wolfgang uneasily, making no effort to hide her horror. "where are your owners, anyway?"

    Wolfgang lashed his tail behind him, a bit annoyed with this stranger. Still, that'd be the only indication, as his face remained as soft as ever. He disliked kittypets a great deal. Most clan cats did, it wasn't too out of the ordinary. They didn't have to work for anything or prove themselves to anybody or protect anything but their favorite sleeping spot. Lazy bastards had no purpose in life. And they were always so stupid, too. Perhaps it wasn't their fault for being wildly uneducated, but Wolfie couldn't help his annoyance. He furrowed his brows at her question. Well, some did. The really edgy ones did, if he was being honest, but most didn't. Blood tasted gross and could carry diseases. Wolfgang was no germophobe, but he preferred not dying due to some illness. It seemed sort of... pathetic, in a way. "I don't," Wolfgang answered, his tone suggesting that some cat in the clan may. "BloodClan is a family. We protect each other. By any means. No owners." He explained flatly, almost scoffing at the last part. Owners? That was a laugher. She meant twolegs. Wolfgang bet Caledon could kill a twoleg all by himself. If there were any "owner" it would be Caledon, as he was top dog. That would be about the closest thing to. "No more questions. Go away." The grey-furred tom didn't want to waste any more time playing twenty questions with the kittypet. He had seven new baby siblings to look out for, and this one almost got lured into a trap by some witch.



    "o-oh." peach swallowed, looking down at her paws and ducking her head. "well- thank you for your help, a-anyway." she looked uncertainly from him to canary, ducking her head again before beginning to back away. but even now the city seemed enormous and overbearing, full of strange creatures and literally bloodthirsty cats- and peach had no idea how to get home. squishing the whine of fear that rose in her throat peach turned and sniffed cautiously, trying and failing to find her scent trail amidst the smell of the bloodclanners and the other overpowering stenches of the town. her ears burned with shame as she struggled- this was not an emotion peach was familiar with, but wolfgang's watchful (and in her eyes all-knowing) gaze on her she questioned her street smarts or lackthereof for the very first time.

    (it's totally cool!! if anything that makes this much more interesting. i'm not really sure how i want her to end up joining, but this interaction is a really good start !!)

    Hidden behind Wolfgang, Canary poked his head out to take a good look at Peach. She was odd and misguided, but no more than Canary was regarding humans. Perhaps she'd be an asset, he thought. As far as he knew kittypets get food handed to them on a silver platter my their "owners." During the winter months, where prey was even more scarce than usual, she could act as a lifeline of sorts. Her coddling could take some getting used to, but starving would be a bit worse.

    His demeanor towards her, oddly enough, did not change when his big brother stepped up. Canary did not speak at this point, but his benign smile lingered. Peach was a bit irritating, but she had a good heart in her chest, as far as he knew.

    ( perhaps she's intrigued by the sound of a clan and decides to join? wolfie is a moody boy but he wouldn't turn down a joiner since that's not his job lol )



    (sounds awesome!)

    peach hesitated briefly before taking a deep breath and turning around, bouncing on her toes. "actually, um, if you'll- if you'll have me, i'd like to join your, um. your group. your clan." she made sure to look wolfgang square in the eye, almost beginning to vibrate with excitement.

    Wolfgang blinked. She wanted to join. He didn't have any particular protest to that, but he had doubts about this cat. She seemed meek and weak. Opposite of what a BloodClanner was. Was Wolfgang still meek and weak? He wish he had some way to keep track of his progress. Forest cats had mentors. Perhaps he could spar with somebody. Oh, wait, off topic. Joiner. His icy gaze moved from the stranger to his little brother. He did not want to leave this cat alone with his dirty-pelted brother. His mind went back to the other cat that'd joined recently. Caledon's word. That was what they needed. Yes. Surely little Canary could track down their father. He was a busy and sometimes elusive cat, but Canary seemed to be good at finding stuff. Or, he thought so, he hadn't spent very much time around the boy. "Canary," Wolfgang started softly, looking at his smaller brother with a somewhat warm gaze that looked foreign to the cold stare his remaining eye usually presented. "Please get father." Wolfgang usually just said "dad", as father sounded distant and cold. However he wanted the unfamiliar she-cat's impression of them to be nothing but distant and cold.


    CALEDON.  



    peach stood firm, trying to control her excitement with very little success. surely being in a clan couldn't be too hard, right? maybe?

    well. it would be something new, in any case, and the small tabby was quite ready for something new. though judging from wolfgang's reaction to her, she would have to change quite a bit about herself. but that was okay too, she supposed; after all, her owners had never been gone this long before, so regardless of how joining the group went she'd have to change her lifestyle.