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✦✦✦ The territory was definitely vast, and he knew that it was potentially dangerous with how almost everything looked the same the farther out you went. Batpaw, however, wanted to explore a bit, get more experience under his belt. If his mother had known what exactly he was doing, he knew she would either scold him or never let him out of her sight. That was why he had snuck away, knowing that she wouldn't be looking for him or would be occupied with doing trivial tasks around camp. He felt as though he was breaking a law.. But he enjoyed the thrill factor of it all.
A peculiar scent was what pulled his attention from his newfound rebellious side, one he didn't recognize. Questions popped up in his mind, causing him to worry a bit for his own safety. He had no experience in fighting, nor even hunting. If he couldn't hunt on his own, he surely couldn't battle others. Concern was plastered onto his features as he approached the border, spotting the much larger male almost immediately. He didn't appear to be in any immediate danger, as the lion was sitting rather patiently, from what Batpaw could tell. Once he had arrived at the border, he brought himself to a halt and stared at the other male. "What do you want?" The marbled tabby questioned rather pointedly, not quite sure how these interactions were meant to go. "Did you need something.. or something?" Batpaw eventually added, feeling rather childish, even though he was still young.
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††† ― The day had started quite unusually with a request from a younger feline to help find her son. The boy had apparently slipped from her hawk-like gaze when her attention had wavered for but a moment. The cambion could have refused her request, but he was headed out into the wastes anyway so he'd promised to keep an eye open for the young tom. He carried a satchel of books over one shoulder as he headed towards the sphinx, ink filled eyes ever watchful for any sign of the escape-artist apprentice. Personally he didn't see any harm in the boy ducking out from his mother's control. Dante had often left the border's of Thunderclan camp at his age. Still, the mentorship program didn't seem to be so strong in the ruins and a desert was a far more dangerous location to get lost in.
Fortunately for Dante, he crossed paths with the boy's quickly disappearing trail and changed course. Heading towards the border the alabaster cambion finally spotted the young tom with another feline - one he didn't recognise. Which wasn't saying much really, he hadn't been in the ruins for very long and there was still the occasional face that was unfamiliar. "Batpaw," he murmured as he approached, lilting tone only slightly scolding, "your mother is looking for you."
Then he turned to the unfamiliar lion, drawling the scent of other through his nose and confirming they weren't a ruiner. He detected the hints of Blizzardclan on his pelt and Dante felt a slight smile raise the corner of his mouth. He'd lived in Blizzardclan for a time. "How's the weather in your floating fortress?" he questioned smoothly by way of introduction. Though his speech was light, his gaze held a serious quality and he hoped the other didn't bring bad news.
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the scent of garlic and roses mixed within that of frost's dying breath came forward within desert breeze, the ache of nostalgia in recollection of mentor who so personified sweet summer rain long dead was a familiar one. a foolish thing, perhaps, clinging onto past with searing finger tips- but the ache had indeed dulled over time's gentle passage, as it now solely whispered memories within back of tattered mind. it brought a sad smile to daunt lovely features; these facts were not new. the curiosity, however, was indeed something unusual that flourished within chest when coming upon such a mundane task.
the unlikely king of damned and war hungry steps alongside dante, too pale skin and gaze of pearl and rose standing especially dainty alongside the giant creature of blond and crimson. but there stood something darker within those lovely eyes than before, a knowledge, something lost in exchange for something won. "Good evening Osiris," comes sickly-sweet tone, recollection of the other from a meeting beforehand. hypokrisis, oddly, felt at ease when standing alongside newcomer dante. there was a form of kinship within their joint misery, even if it was horribly odd to think about for hypokrisis was but a young adult within mentality and yet he'd found just as many hardships as the graver lived demon. "How has blizzardclan been fairing?," coming cortsuey, as it was.
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'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN !
female - 12 moons - single - first tier - sanguine ruins - tags
Silently, she came over and took her place beside the others. Her pelt of shadows contrasting the pelt of ivory that was Hypo. Blinking, she watched the other calmly. Ears twitching slightly as she tilted her head to watch.
thinking | ‘writing’ | “speaking”
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The first to approach him was a child, one that he hadn't seen last time. Osiris could honestly say he, himself, was barely older than a child. He was still a young adolescent, all things puberty wise considered. But he was forced to grow up quite early with some of his earlier memories of the abuse between his parents. This boy in front of him, however, seemed young and naive. For a moment, Osiris envied his youth.
"I'm the BlizzardClan ambassador, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Osiris," the lion stated pleasantly, hoping to put Batpaw at ease. His attention wavered from the child to the others gathering -- their leader being the only one the dark lion recognized. "BlizzardClan has been well, besides the murders done by a former high position. We're upping our guard and we're gonna catch her. How have you guys been? It's been a bit since I was last here."
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✦✦✦ Batpaw straightened as soon as Dante came up behind him, informing him that his mother was looking for him. He shot the male a pointed look, and gave a flick of his tail in slight annoyance. He knew that his mother would more than likely be looking for him, but he didn't need to be reminded at any given time. He would have stuck his tongue out at Dante in an even more immature manner, but the approach of Hypokrisis forced him to hold back. The marbled tabby stared at the leader as he gracefully proceeded toward the slowly growing group, soon acknowledging Osiris as Dante had. Batpaw jerked his head back in the direction of the lion, feeling a bit more relieved than ruffled now that he had introduced himself and given his business for being there. "I'm Batpaw!" He then introduced with a bob of his head, attempting to be courteous to dismiss his behavior from earlier. Hearing that there was a former higher position murdering others in their clan was concerning, but he didn't quite understand it, so he ignored it and simply opened his maw to answer the last part of his statement. "There was a sandstorm here! We're still doing some cleaning up," Batpaw told him in a rather grim voice, almost sounding a bit saddened by the fact that such a disaster had happened.
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Osiris blinked at Batpaw, his eyes growing wide. A sandstorm? Well that was something that would never honestly happen in BlizzardClan. Man, it was weird to think just how different each Clan truly was. "Are you guys alright? Any lasting damage to your camp?" he was going to ask if they needed BlizzardClan's assistance, but felt perhaps he should wait until he had spoken to Aleksei. Plus, he didn't even know how bad it was.
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blizzardclan? a place of snow and sleet, as it were. shakespeare imagined the ruler to be a queen of ice, cruel and calculating and incapable of being deferred. a intriguing place, if he had to bet, and a wonderful clan to inhabit for vacation from the awful heat the desert so often supplied. the orange boy, obnoxious in his wake, came on legs of non-chalance, a crooked smile curling face that took away from the entirely dire nature of the situation. "Okay, the sandstorm wasn't super awful but it did do a bit of damage, but besides that I have a very, very important question," began the recorder, serious despite himself. "If you lick an icecicle, your tongue totally sticks to it, right?." ah yes, imperative.
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'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN !
female - 12 moons - single - second tier - sanguine ruins - tags
The female start d to write then. Opting to answer what she could. ‘We should be find. Just a lot of sand everywhere. How are you guys doing?’ She asked with a soft nod.
thinking | ‘writing’ | “speaking”
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Osiris blinked at the question, taken a little off guard. "Well...errrrr, yes. If you lick an icicle when it's cold, your tongue does stick to it. It's rather uncomfortable, I hear. Though I've never done it. Rips the skin right off your tongue if you don't just let it melt in your mouth and tear it off instead."
He turned toward the one writing things down, turning his attention toward the note. He nodded once, then smiled at her. "Doing alright. Have you guys noticed an increase in members? We seem to be growing again and I hear many groups are. It'll be good news if we all are." -
'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN !
female - 12 moons - single - warlord of sabotage - sanguine ruins - tags
The female smiled at this and then nodded softly. Writing in the sands again. ‘We have indeed. Which is wonderful news, actually. Seems everything is becoming better.’
thinking | ‘writing’ | “speaking” | “famine” | “war” | “pestilence” | “death”