safe and sound -☆- JOINING, o

The dammit had caught her ear, and the black triangles pivoted to pinpoint the direction of the voice. Nectar had just returned home, but she wanted to get right back into the swing of things. She spotted the dark-furred tom, his vibrant forest hued eyes catching her own. Only seconds ago he was looking around with extreme unease, but now he sat composed, no problem.

Nectar smirked to herself, it appeared he had heard of their reputation, but nobody here was going to wrassle him and then rip out his throat or whatever, at least not out of the blue; it just amused the young molly. Nectar slunk out of the shadows she melted into so well, letting her honey-smooth voice greet him before he saw her, "Who the hell're you, and what are you looking for, boy?" Nectar asked in a velvety tone, before walking into his line of sight.

She hadn't asked the question rudely, more so pompously, and she gave him an empty smile; one her eyes didn't match. "Don't tell me you're scared." She said mockingly, circling him once before taking a seat in front of him. "Well?" The young femme didn't necessarily come off as mean, just a touch surly.

Dualeyes

"Well isn't that just adorable!" The primarily white molly exclaimed as she approached from around Nectar, "I could just eat you up!" Dual wrinkled her nose with a taunting grin upon the word 'eat'. Miriam? He was right that was pretty feminine, suited though, didn't it? Well who named him? Her mismatched optics grazed over him as she tried pinning him for either a loner or a kittypet. Brown and blue optics flashed back to his face when a try hard, 'no' came form him in response to the black she-cat's inquires. Amusement glinted in her hetrochromic eyes, "Oh no, Nec. He seems like such a badass." She gasped turning to her clanmate with false worry, her words laced with a clear mocking towards the tom. "I think we do need him! He must be the savior we've all been waiting for!" Dual informed her, fanning herself with her paw.

marlowe

^{what was all the fuss about? marlowe was watching from a window in the house. seeing her siblings talking to a stranger, the small blue cat leapt down, nudging her way out of the door. standing behind nectar and dualeyes, she narrowed her eyes. "who is this?" she asked, not necessarily in a venom spitting way as her sisters had been speaking, but in a curious tone.}

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Her ears flicked at the arrival of her sisters. Nectar chuckled softly to herself as Dual noted that the visitor seemed like a badass. "He sure does." Nec meowed shortly in sarcastic agreement, sizing up the stranger with a calculating glance.

When he spoke his name, the black molly looked a bit surprised, not at the name itself, but how defensive he was over it. "No worries, a lot of us have some funny names," she scoffed, "Miriam." Nectar tipped her head sharply, inquisitively. "You planning on changing or keeping your name?" She questioned, golden orbs following her little sister as she spoke.

Nectar refocused her hard gaze onto the stranger, maintaining icy eye contact as he'd delivered that No. She was silent momentarily before smiling an empty smile, looking satisfied and a wee bit impressed with Miriam.

"Okay then, we'll see how well you fare here." She said menacingly, with faux kindness. Nectar wasn't really a super bitch or terrifying or anything, but it was a good front to keep when confronting any newcomers, one Miriam could most likely easily see past.

Nectar laughed dryly at Dual's dramatic statement before acknowledging their other sister, little Marlowe. "This is Miriam, we're gonna see how well he does here." She told her sister soothingly, but with a slight sneer, taunting, jeering. "We've got other things to do, one of you go and fetch WASPWING. so we can get moving." The inky molly directed; with a hint of bored impatience lacing the command.

✦ ✧ ✦ There wasn't much need for somebody to go and fetch the nervous leader because she had already appeared, ears perked inquisitively as the scent of a newcomer had drawn her in from her morning walk around the border. She liked to make sure that the borders were kept up and maintained, as well as getting out of the Bloodhouse in the silence of morning really did wonders for one's state of mind.

"Did you say your name is Miriam? Sorry, I only caught a few tidbits of the conversation. I'm Waspwing, leader of Bloodclan. It looks like these three have got most of the joining process down, but is there anything else I can help you with?" Waspwing didn't bother with the intimidating front, she could tell that Dualeyes and Nectar had given him his fair share of the rough and tumble act that the Bloodclanners put on when there were potential joiners in the process of becoming a Bloodclanner themselves.

/is all ic omg i love miriam :( he's a baby

Her command was cut short as their mother joined them by her own tidings, and her lookalike daughter felt a swell of pride as their mother approached. Nectar noted Waspwing's fashion, she didn't bother with the rough - and - tumble greeting, and secretly, Nec felt as though she took after her mother most.

Her domineering and hard-bitten ways were very much exaggerated by the young she-cat to match the ways of her clanmates, and she appreciated her mother's more cordial ways.

Nectar gave the tom a sidelong glance as he admitted his lacking in skills the Bloodclanners held in pretty high regard, but his honesty was admired by the inky - colored molly. This guy was sharing his weaknesses and getting pretty deep, which surprised Nectar. She blinked absently, not sure what to say, as she had had yet to see a cat who told of their vulnerabilities so openly.

She admired it momentarily before scoffing, "You better not go around telling others 'round here so openly what you just told us. I'm sure you'll toughen up here." She tried to console, sounding more insensitive instead, she wasn't really the best at any type of comforting. His pitiful ways had sparked her hot-headed-ness a minute later though, and the black female snapped, "You're gonna be fine, but not with that attitude! They'll smell any weakness out like dogs, and you're lucky you got stuck with us greeting you as opposed to anyone else 'round here." Her tail lashed, but her temper cooled.

Dualeyes

Her mother soon arrived to the scene drawing the molly's attention away from Miriam momentarily until the tom spoke up again. Dual's ear twitched back in slight repluse, did she miss the notice that this would be a pity party? Mismatched eyes shifted towards her sister as she took the bait which caused her to sigh.

"I dunno about him being lucky, I know I'd like to see him in a fight before joining." The primarily white molly looked at a raised paw as she flexed her claws in and of the sheath before looking to the squishy tom. "You want to learn? Lesson one, that act right there will have you eaten alive." Tough love was mainly all she knew how to offer. Like when her younger sister would whine so often about her headaches, her only advice was to conceal the pain from others and get stronger. "Even if you're not worth shit, you act like you are. If you get good at pretending you'll learn to believe it." She shook her head and looked away from him, "I only tell you that cause I don't want to hear sob stories every time you talk." She was curious to see how he would grow though, she took interest in newcomers to watch their development.