Oh, it's a lonely world, I know [o; joiner]

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    Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream—

    The she-cat slipped through the city shadows like a fish through water. Her black fur, the same inky black as the night sky above, camouflaged her perfectly. Deep gold eyes peered out of the darkness, scanning her surroundings, before she settled down on a dumpster. She'd heard about a 'clan' that made this city their home. Everyone said they were bloodthirsty monsters.

    I'll fit in perfectly, then, won't I? She thought, licking her bloody claws. She'd caught a bird on her way here, but the creature had bled all over her. Ugh, filthy animals. They always have to soil my beautiful fur.

               

    Mary was unlike the she-cat in many ways - first of all, the giantesses fur was pure and glimmering white, making her presence known that much more boldly aside from her monstrous height and curvaceous build. The bloodclanner had been scrounging the dumpsters for a possible new collar considering her worn leather accessory was beginning to fall apart with all the claws and talons she’d ripped through it. Upon catching the scent of a stranger, instantly the towering molly lumbered after the trail with aggression seeping from her muscular frame. With a hostile snarl she aimed to leap directly besides the intruder, her weight causing a deafening ‘boom’ against the old metal that ripped through the quiet atmosphere. “You’re trespassing on Bloodclan territory. What’s your business here besides stealing our prey.” The militant snapped dangerously, unsheathing her lengthy sharp claws in case she needed to deal with this cat the way she knew best.


    / welcome to bloodfam <3 !



    Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream—


    //thank you <3 IC opinions, I personally love Mary from what I've seen


    She released a small chuckle. "Ooh, so scary. I've heard this clan of yours was made up of cats like me. You know," She flicked her tail, scanning the larger female's ghostly white form before continuing, "The crazy ones. The ones with so much blood on their paws they're practically drowning in it."

    She sat up straight, curling her tail around herself and continuing to lick her paws. She wasn't intimidated by the molly; she never would be. Brute strength was all she had; she probably lacked brains.

               





    Dualeyes


    //Welcome!! <3


    A devious white serpent slithered her way from around the shadows of the gaintess that stood her ground against the stranger whom was freckled in the red tears of some poor feathered creature. Ivory claws rarely stayed within their sheaths as both herself and them examined the molly, her two-toned gaze taking in the uncaring stance of the black feline. "So you've heard of our infamousity, good for you." Dualeyes tone was nothing short of sarcastic, "You here to become a play item for the kits to chew up? I'm sure it would only take one of the kittens to take you down." A smirk graced over her maw with a look tempting the she-cat to challenge.



    Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream —

    Another dark chuckle, and she met the gaze of yet another molly. This one was white, like the first, but she had strange eyes. She wrinkled her nose. Another brute she could probably beat with her brains. However, that's not what she was here for.

    She tried to look as diplomatic as possible, sitting up straight. "Actually, I was looking to join. Your clan seems like a place I could fit in."

               

    ➵ The younger feline loomed behind Mary as she approached. Though probably not smart of her to be limping around BloodClan territory, she couldn't resist. Sitting in her room all day was a waste of time and it seemed to wear her out even more, leaving her to dangerous thoughts and painful memories. Dark copper eyes scanned the she-cat before her, noting her dark black pelt and haunting gold eyes. She seemed around the same age as Ruth, though she was certainly providing a challenging attitude towards Dualeyes and Mary. Ruth wasn't sure if she should trust or like this potential new Clanmate.


    The young molly stayed silent, allowing for Dualeyes and Mary to handle the situation before she interjected in any way. After all, staying out of trouble was probably for the best right now, considering her injuries.


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    Dualeyes



    Did they really need another mouth to feed? Bloodclan members were well enough independent in certain aspects but in the long run they were a clan, meaning they did need to help each other when it came down to it. Her eyes flickered to Ruth who had joined along with her and Mary before looking back at this molly. "You'll have to prove yourself, of course. Though another set of claws couldn't be the worst thing.. So what do we call you?" 



    Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream —

    She smiled when Dualeyes spoke. Of course, they'd need a name. Good question, what did her old family call her...? Oh yes, Jynx. It suited her. Trouble seemed to follow her around like an obedient dog.

    "They call me Jynx."