BEAUTY QUEEN ON A SILVER SCREEN [o, joining?]

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    ———— ROSA ————

    WISH I'D BEEN A PROM QUEEN, FIGHTING FOR THE TITLE

    She wouldn't need to travel far. Only down the street. She could see the tip of the red house from here. Rosa had been watching these cats for a while now. The pretty chocolate oriental wondered if there were other cats like her, cats who felt no love, no empathy towards others. Cats who would kill without mercy, without regret. BloodClan seemed to be a good fit from her, aside from the happy little families with children. She would just have to stay away from them. The femme slipped out the window, landing on the soft grass of her yard. Dainty little paws carried her swiftly down the concrete path, until the house was in full view. She could smell she sweet scent of blood. Her favourite. The kittypet licked her lips, continuing to the house. "Name and buisness?" Oh! another cat, how lovely! She smiled at the feline, a sweet, innocent looking smile. Then, without warning, she sprang forward, digging her claws into flesh. The cat struggled, attempting to free itself from her grasp, but the sharp daggers only dug further. She ripped the skin open with her teeth, then bit down harder until she heard a snap. That was fun. Rosa licked the blood from her lips, eyeing her kill. Not the cleanest, but she had done worse.



    "Speech."


    //there's a question mark because idk if she would even be allowed in. She just killed an NPC warrior.


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    BloodClan has a reputation for savagery. That was for sure. It was even in their name. The blood lapped at shorelines. Their names were etched in the crimson liquid. Yet, she was not one of those savage people. Yes, she was still a child. And also, BloodClanners protected each other, lived with each other. Cared for each other. It only made sense that her blue eyes widened when she saw the chocolate orientale dig her claws into an NPC Warrior. The child snarled, eyes narrowing. "Murderer!" The child yowled.

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    Did she just - ? Normally for a cat who has walked this close enough to the territory, one would expect they came for the intention of joining or delivering a message. This feline, a kittypet as she appears to be, is barbaric. Now, Loveday has no problems with killing and murder but the unnecessary death of a random puts a chip on his shoulder. Ugh, and the mess too. Not just barbaric, he sees, but inelegant and ugly. One does not kill for the sake of killing, there is an art to murder that separates the psychopath from the killer. Of course, he wonders himself if BloodClan shares any of Loveday's views. For all he knows, BloodClan can very well be the ones to live up to their savage reputations. Perhaps he is putting too much faith in the likes of rogues and rats as Loveday lowers himself from his vantage point, landing squarely (triangularly?) on his three feet. His eyes, cold, are filled with disappointment towards Rosa. He effortlessly ignores Chaos.


    "Naturally, if this was a forest clan, you'd be attacked by a herd of warriors the moment you landed a claw on that feline," Loveday says calmly, tapping his claws along the hardness of the ground beneath him. The sounds of tapping, quiet and easily lost by the nearby murmurs of the wind, are almost distracting enough to suggest the intent to harm. But, from the pride that wrapped his face, Loveday continues speaking from his distance. He's not stupid. If she tries to attack him, the maine coon will not only have time to defend but he should also be able to overpower her by his sheer size and experience. He was born in the wild, after all. "But this is BloodClan, and from the looks of it you eliminated what would have been an embarrassment to us." His eyes glance nonchalantly at the deceased feline. Well, it is the BloodClanner's own fault for having been attacked and murdered like that. If they can't even defend themselves, they are not worth investing in. "Now, you better have had a good reason for killing such deadweight. As much as I don't care about what you've done, I do care about the mess you've made. Explain yourself then dispose of the body yourself. I don't care how you do it; throw it in a ditch, eat it, feed it to the rats - I don't care, just do it."