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    Bunny had barely started his journey and already his paws were aching, scraping their soft, unused pads against the rough terrain of the outdoors. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he could take larger steps. But being a munchkin, his paws had to do twice the work to go the same distance, and already he could feel the splitting that was likely leaving a nice trail of bloody prints. It was so messy. Bunny would have to clean his paws well as soon as he reached his destination, along with the dust that was filtering into his ragdoll-thick coat.


    Not that he knew exactly how long it would take to get to said destination. Bunny could smell the intermingling scents of outdoor cats all around, but he had no way of knowing he had already begun to delve into their territory. All he knew were the stories told to him by his old housefolk's many retired showcats. Stories of strong, intimidating felines that ruled the world of the wild and didn't have to follow any rules, didn't have to care that they weren't pure or how many contests they'd won by simply existing with the proper genes. Didn't have to worry about being a mistaken, impure litter.


    But Bunny wouldn't be bitter about the circumstances of his departure from his old home. He was going to get a new life; he even gave himself a new name! "Bunny" was perfect. The name of a cat who knew the outdoors and all of its creatures, no ties to his old identity or family. This was a chance to be free and independent and an important member of a new colony. Now he just had to find those cats, somewhere among the abandoned housefolk homes which passed by either side slowly as Bunny waddled through the neighborhood with bloody paws.

    ❝ PICK OUT HER HEART WITH A KITCHEN FORK, PIN DOWN HER ARMS ❞

    A chilling laugh was all that filled the still night as a shadow darted about on boxes, watching the little cat wobble. Pathetic, really. The green eyes glimmered sinisterly in the dark as the ghostly shadow tilted it's head, the laugh never ceasing as it watched before darting back into the shadows to get ahead of the little cat, purring in enjoyment. This little one was not a little one in the same sense. No no no, always know the difference. The silvery ghostly cat watched the other, reveling in the new play-thing that had wandered into Bloodclan territory. Of course, Caledon wouldn't like if she ate this one, no. But maybe? She let out another laugh, it racking her whole body this time before she disappeared once again, watching from an unforeseen area.

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    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.


    What a strange looking cat.


    Severa peered over the edge of her perch. She had scaled some metal scaffolding next to one of the dilapidated houses on the block. She watched the short feline stumble along, the whiff of fresh blood on the air. She could scent Luna on the air and knew she was nearby—though she couldn’t see her silver pelt anywhere. Still, it wouldn’t do to just let anyone into the territory.


    She’d yet to kill a cat herself, after all. And this strangely short looking fella might be the perfect opportunity.


    She leapt down from her perch and strode over to the newcomer at a crouch. Something about the sight of bloodstained paws stayed her claws though—she knew the paws of one who had walked a great distance.


    “Hey, mousemeat,” she sneered, the dilute torbie slinking around a box and into view. “Looks like you’ve wandered far from home.”



    Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

    The tortoiseshell was next to approach, eying the little cat with a curious glint in her dark eyes. Never had she seen a cat so small. He waddled on stubby legs, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He must’ve gone far, or perhaps not at all. Maybe he just wasn’t use to the rough ground for he smelled like kittypet. The stench made Ruth wrinkle her nose as she approached, moving to stand beside Severa as she stared down at their new little friend in wonder.


    “My clanmate here is right. You’ve entered BloodClan territory. What’s your name and business?” she asked, lips tugging into a frown. She wasn’t fond of kittypets, especially those who looked weak like this one. BloodClan didn’t need any liabilities should he be looking to join. But maybe he would impress her yet.


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    There was no recognition in Bunny's expression of any nearing scents; he didn't have the practice to realize what was old or new or far or close. It was all a jumble of wild blood and whispers of prey, shadows of scents that fell atop one another but could never be untangled. As far as he was concerned, the only cats that existed were those he could see.


    But his goals to join the colony didn't stop Bunny from making an undignified squeak of surprise as new cats finally showed themselves. The little munchkin stood his ground as best he could while craning his neck to look up at the faces of these strangers. His fur puffed up at the insulting nickname but it looked no different than his normal style. He was always a soft tumbleweed.


    "I'm far from where I started but that isn't home anymore," he mused to the first feline to approach, trying to keep his gaze serious when all he wanted was to drop his jaw in awe. These cats looked so much more ferocious than housecats! He was grateful that the second one to approach was a bit more business-like. It gave him a moment of reprieve to look from one cat to the next, and made him feel a little bit less like one of those toy balls with a bell in them. "My name is Bunny, and I'm here to be a tough wild cat." He held the fluff of his tail up high as if it made the rest of him taller so they could see his worth.

    ❝ PICK OUT HER HEART WITH A KITCHEN FORK, PIN DOWN HER ARMS ❞

    Another cackle and the sleek shape of the pretty scarred persian showed herself, staring at the small cat like prey. "If you want to be a wild cat, go to the forest with all the stupid clan cats. If you want to be powerful and have cats quake at your paws, then you're at the right place. Although, with a size like that, not even a mouse would quake at you," She mused, eyes cold as she stood next to Severa and Ruth, looking fairly large and fluffy, like a sweet mother cat, but the look in her eyes and the scars showed that she wasn't your average mama. She flexed her claws. Kittypets were her favorite meal and she licked her lips, purring. Perhaps this one recognized her? She was always in the quaint little neighborhoods where plump creatures like this one roamed and lived, picking them off like a fox in a hen house.

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    The laugh that shook Bunny's senses was like a nightmare worming into his head. If he had thought the previous two held an air of intimidation, this one was an incarnation of a confident deity. She was stone she was ice she was the moon and all its glory felled upon him. A bout of worry urged his heart to pump faster, but he could swear it was going straight to his paws and draining his body, leaving his head swimming as if deprived of oxygen. The difference between two cats and three was apparently his limit.


    But by some miracle the munchkin didn't turn and run. Maybe it was his determination to stay, or it was the fact that the silver beast before him carried the affinity of his own mother, or just some divine will that stilled his paws. Bunny steeled his heterochromatic gaze and kept his tail straight. These cats could kill him before he even made a peep, no doubt about it, but he couldn't turn tail for a less powerful group. If he was going to prove himself to be something more than his birth status then he was going to go all out. No half measures.


    "I don't care about whoever's in the forest. I'll be strong enough to stay here." Bunny's voice was soft, but he barely managed to keep the tremble out. If he wasn't strong now, he would get there. He'd earn his keep. "I want to join BloodClan!" His final howl was an affirmation both for himself and the others, with the sting of the soil beneath melding with his own blood fueling the certainty of his decision.

    ✧ // a million ways to fake it

    Slowhand would bound over, his ears pinned back as he ran against the breeze. Skidding to a halt the kit would stare up at the Bunny. What a strange name, but he really wasn't one to talk with a name like Slowhand. "Hello there, I'm Slowhand." He would pause for a moment to give the newcomer a smile. "Welcome to Bloodclan."

    With Slowhand's approach, Bunny felt some relaxation thread through his paws. Not too much, even the kits of this place looked pretty strong, but enough that his attempt at a smile didn't look forced. "Thanks Slowhand. I promise I'll be strong for you all." Whatever that meant, he'd figure it out. The joining was a bit of a blur, but finally Bunny let it sink in: he made it in. He'd be a real cat now.

    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.


    Severa snorted, and turned the sound into a cough. She straightened, the arrival of others and the turn of the conversation negating the need for aggression. Still, she wasn't sure what they were going to do with this one, but she wasn't about to turn them away.


    She'd been in their paws once before.


    "Try not to get eaten" she said though her voice was playful.


    Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

    Luna snorted and swept her large tail around the kit, looking at the small fat cat infront of her, "It's not our decision. It's Sheo's and Caledon's if he stays and, from what I can see, you havent proven your worth. Promises fill no bellies and dont protect your hide from being torn off. But, as always, come now. Ruth, i know i have no need to ask for I know youll keep an eye on this one until it can find Caledon and get it's fate judged, but as I still rarely approach freshkill, would you mind caring for it?" She glanced at the torbie next to her as she leaned to guide Slowhand back inside.