there certainly wasn’t much to eat in the city. nothing kaian would be willing to put in his body, at least. call him picky, but the red tabby thought he deserved better than the contaminated, meatless critters that roamed the streets. dissatisfaction with the prey in his own neighborhood had led him out here, but it appeared the grass wasn’t always greener on the other side. heck, there wasn’t any grass here at all. the young tom pouted as he walked the unfamiliar sidewalks, paying no attention to scent lines he may have crossed.
CITIES SOAKED IN ASHES // open, rogue
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Her brother would surely show up. Either him or Caledon, at the least.
Halo didn't really care. So they'd show up and Cal wouldn't even acknowledge her existence and Blahkenmuro would... well, she wasn't really sure what Ken would do. With regards to Halogen, anyway. It was pretty predictable how he'd choose to interact with the stranger.She could already hear in her mind's ear the way he'd coolly ask for the cat's name and business in as few words as possible. She wondered how the rogue would respond-- would he want a fight? He didn't look like much of a threat to her. To be honest he looked more whiny than anything.
Then again, at only five moons and still rather small, the dilute tortie had to remind herself that he'd probably destroy her in a fight. Best to keep her distance, then. Not that she'd been planning to do any different anyway. An expert in silence, she stalked through the underbrush with a quiet, practiced stealth. Just watching.
Hm. Maybe Ken wouldn't show up. He'd seemed a little distracted for a deputy, lately. Romance was rather high on Halo's list of possibilities... leave it to Ken to get a girl knocked up before he hit six moons. Or, well, maybe it was a guy. One could never be certain of these things.
Anyway. The rogue. Right.
--the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain
tags in sig
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the tom twitched his nose. through the thick scent of pollution, gasoline and who knew what else he smelled another cat. maybe they’d know where some decent food was! kaian perked up a bit and pranced toward the stranger, a soft expression melting onto his face as he saw how young she was. poor gal, hope she’s not another orphan.
“hey there! whatcha doin’ out here alone?” the rogue inquired. “also, uh, would you happen to know where to find any food around here?” a sheepish grin crossed his maw as he asked. how sad, a grown cat like him having to ask a kit where the best hunting places were.
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Having ventured into the city for a bit, it wouldn't be long before Mitts would come across this rouge. There were many that hung around. Kittypets, mostly. He'd crossed paths with a lot of them but since joining the clan of cutthroats they all seemed to grow weary of him- fearful, almost. With his pawstep did they tremble, scattering like spiders to whatever home they came from.
He snaked through an alleyway, eyes flitting about for shifting shadows and such. He scaled a rusted garbage can lid before planting himself upon it comfortably. He watched the sidewalk, perhaps waiting for a twoleg to drop their keys so his mitted paw could swoop in and snatch it up. What decorations they would make for his den back in the junkyard- glistening and reflecting the sunlight like stars.
His eyes landed on a trespasser. He remained uncaring as his eyes traced the male's stature. He wasn't planning on stopping them because frankly he didn't care. He was bound to run into one of his clanmates eventually. Why go out of his way to make a problem for himself when he could just sit here comfortably?
He observed the male's interaction with his clanmate nonchalantly, dull silver eyes faintly curious. Without having planned on including himself into the interaction, he decided to help the guy out, anyways. "There's a twoleg den down the street that always throws away chicken carcasses," He pointed out from where he sat upon the garbage can, "You can probably find a fresh one in one of the garbage cans." He smiled calmly, an ebony tail snaked across his paws cooly. "You're in Bloodclan territory, by the way," He added in quick afterthought. -
another cat! golden ears swiveled to the source of the new voice, cool and calm. could that be the kit’s dad?
“oof, you live like this? how sad...” the crinkle in his nose was more than obvious at the strange tom’s words. he couldn’t bring himself to stoop so low as to become a trash digger. “bloodclan,” he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. “what’s that, some kinda cult?”
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Halo was perfectly content to let Mittens do the talking. She wrinkled her nose in flat disgust as the tom approached her, mostly upset at herself for having allowed him to notice her. She frankly did not know how he could have possibly seen her, but she supposed her scent would have reasonably given away her location. A failure to stay upwind, then. Simple folly.
She'd correct it, come next time.
She let out a short, breathy sigh, almost inaudible, glad when his attention was diverted by Mitts. Halo backed far away from the tom, hoping he'd get the message and not physically approach her again.
Just another rogue. And picky from the sound of it. Oh, please. Of course they lived like this; they ate in order to survive. Picky eaters were really a foreign concept to Halo and likely most of her clanmates as well, she was sure.
But Halogen didn't voice a thing. Her opinions could be made clear in the unimpressed gaze she cast on the stranger. She didn't want to talk to him. So she wouldn't. The fucking end. If she were to say something, though...
Well, she thought, you don't have to eat the chicken carcasses. You could always just... starve. More for us in that case.
She hoped vaguely that Mitts would make some kind of snarky comment. Whiny little rogue deserved it.
--the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain
tags in sig
//ooc: ic opinions, of course
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He lifted his painted chin. Was it sad? Mittens wasn't sad. Perhaps through the eyes of this one. He nodded in response, a small smile graced his maw. Perhaps if this tomcat saw the junkyard where most of Bloodclan hung out his opinions would change. Mittens hadn't seen an area so delightful in all his life. There were structures and monsters beyond belief that towered into the sky- it truly is a sight to behold. "We do, actually," He replied, sharp silver eyes unmoving from the trespasser. How do you live?
He heard the name echoed through the stranger's voice. Heh. It was a pretty funny name. A group of cats that hates everything about 'clans' yet the word is right in their title. They even share many ranks with the forest clans. Hm.He nodded once more in agreement to the tom's inquiry. He wasn't far off. They were pretty much a cult. "Yeah," He confirmed with a smile, "We have to take a Blood Oath and everything."
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whiskers twitched apologetically as the kit backed away from him. he didn't think he was that scary. he supposed kits liked to stick close to their parents, though. kaian certainly used to.
he turned his attention back to the older cat. he had only been joking when he asked if 'bloodclan' was a cult, and amber eyes betrayed his shock at the stranger's affirmative answer. he wasn't sure what to think about a cult of cats. was this kit safe here? he was tempted to meow, "well, have fun with your cult then," and run for his life, but curiosity took over. besides, creepy didn't equal hostile. not yet, anyway. "blood oath...do i wanna know?"
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" The blood oath is a ceremony that allows one to become an elevated member of Bloodclan. It gives you a level of superiority over other regular members," he'd inform, ear twicthing in slight annoyance that nobody had made him fuck off yet. This was their territory, and the annoyance would be evident as a massive alabaster white paw would step in fromt of another, goals achieved as it stepped in between the two other kits, copper eyes shining as he looked down at the trespasser.
He was a big kid, and at the age of almost 6 moons, he was pretty much full grown and then a little. Claws would unsheath tantilizingly, and the thought of cuffing the stranger's ear wasn't too far off in his wish list. " You either join, or you get out. If you take any of our god damn food that these idiots"- he'd let a tone of amusement fill his mew, as he didn't really mean it. He'd quite liked his sister and Mitt bitch-" told you where to get. So, which will it be?"
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Oh, there he was.
Halo let out a quiet purr of amusement as her brother approached, just loud enough for Ken and only Ken to hear. She'd frankly expected his usual uncaring "name, business?" so it was a nice change to hear his tone drip with annoyance and hostility. She hadn't thought him so quickly provoked. Ah, well. Maybe she really should've driven off the trespasser. If she'd cared enough she might have given it a shot... Size didn't have to be everything in battle, and Halo was thoroughly unimpressed with what she'd seen of this rogue so far.
Anyway. She sat, tail curling around her hind paws, and began to groom herself almost unconsciously as she waited to see how the rest of the exchange would go down. Ken looked about ready to spill blood, to be honest.
Halogen would not try to stop him from a fight, but a low and almost inaudible, "Don't kill the damn rogue," slipped from her maw, only for Ken to hear.
She was aware he had no body count yet, so she was partly only joking. Still, she knew quite a few senior BloodClanners who wouldn't hesitate at a senseless kill if it meant glory for them and for the Clan.
--the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain
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Canary tilted his head at the rogue. Fortunately he had no discernible clan scent, so he greeted him behind Blahkenmuro. Ken seemed to have a very lovely vocabulary. “What’s a damn?” He whispered to himself. Since Caledon’s resurrection and Blahkenmuro’s promotion, Canary’s cheerful attitude seemed to be a lot more genuine. “Well, gee, I think the forest guys are a lot more cult-y. They have weird prophecies and Star-dreams and stuff! They don’t like us very much, though. They tried to steal my claws, and my mom.” He turned towards his left paw, which was scabbed terribly but healing a bit. Canary was getting a bit more comfortable with talking about his capture, as he began to realize that forest cats suffered through worse every day. Besides, most BloodClanners had scars, and in Canary’s opinion they were pretty “cool.”
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//oof, just to let you know, I wrote that so no one would hear Halo speak besides Ken!! she rarely lets people hear her, sorry </3
Halogen's eyes narrowed as another kit approached. She knew of this one. Didn't know him know him, but she certainly knew who he was. Canary, if memory served correctly. Quite the fuss he'd stirred up between BloodClan and the forest cats. Poor kid. He seemed to be doing alright now, at least.
She was feeling a bit confined, surrounded by all these cats, and it made her a little uncomfortable. She'd have much preferred to stay unnoticed, as she'd initially planned.
Not bothering with any more frilly words, Halo signaled a "goodbye" to Ken with a flick of her tail and turned to pad off. Unless someone attempted to interact with her, she'd make her exit now.
Frankly she hoped the whiny rogue didn't join, but she didn't have too strong of an opinion on the matter and it wasn't like she'd voice it if she did.
--the night knows me by name, its shadow trained to dull the pain
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//edited! Sorry bout that
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he couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes at the next kitten—or cat, rather, to appear. okay, just what were they eating here to make themselves grow so fast? and just how many other kits were apart of this weird cat cult? and now the big one was asking if he wanted to join. he certainly wanted to know more, but the thought of his family tugged at the back of his mind. “yo, thanks for the offer, but i gotta respectfully decline. i gotta take care of my siblings, y’know?”
and then yet another kit appeared. kaian’s parental senses were going off, but he got the feeling these kits were managing just fine on their own. they had each other, just like kaian and his siblings had each other. “hmm. that is pretty weird. and not very nice, either. stay safe, okay?”
he was finding it difficult to ignore the hostile vibes he was starting to feel, and turned to make his way back where he came from. but something, maybe the fact that these kits reminded him of his own siblings, compelled him to speak once more, and he faced them with a warm smile. “hey, maybe i’ll bring y’all some fresh food if i ever find any. my name’s kaian, by the way. if y’ever need anything, i live four blocks down in an abandoned apartment.”