I'm Not Famous -- Slowhand

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    Velocity was doing her best to get used to the changes, being around other cats seemed to help with her fear of being alone. Today was to be a slow one as Vel was left to her own devices, most of which exploring each and every room in the blood house. Each room she witnessed all had a lingering scent, possibly from her newly made clanmembers. The kitten had no idea on whom was wandering around like her, but she hoped it was one of the cats that witnessed her not so luxurious rescue.


    The toyger really wanted to impress her new found acquaintances, despite showing how slow and unqualified she was. To become a true bloodclanner was one of the child's focuses, especially since it meant she was worth saving after all.





    SLOWHAND.

    I'm sorry if this is bad.




    the violet textures so van gogh

    your hands have always held their own — tags

    It had taken a long time for Slowhand to learn who's room was who and where everything was when he first joined Bloodclan and followed in his sister, Ruth's, steps. But somehow he'd managed to learn everything and made his way to becoming a tyro and now a guard. So he could easily understand how easy it was for a newcomer to get lost and confused within the long, crimson colored hallways. They all did look the same after all. Slowly the lanky tom would roll over in his nest, a shaggy blanket having been yanked haphazardly over his thin, lithe frame. Now laying on his back he'd be staring at the ceiling with a blank green gaze. Yawning he'd tilt his head back to stare at the doorway to his room and out into the hallway. Urgh, I'm bored. He'd think as he ran a paw over his muzzle.


    ( It's was fine <3 )


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    The next room Velocity's head peeked into had one of the cats she was familiar with. Or she was mistaking the three legged tom for someone else....which was a possibility. "Slowhand? Is that you?"The kitten called out from the hall, refusing to intrude into the room in case it was a stranger. The striped molly didn't want to start any trouble, only wanted to have someone to talk with. "If I'm talking to the wrong person....then I'm sorry" Vel had yet to work into her better then most attitude, so she spoke softly to everyone of the cats that called bloodclan home. She soon fell silent, standing quietly in the hallway. If there wasn't an answer given to her then she'd continue exploring the numerous rooms.











    the violet textures so van gogh

    your hands have always held their own — tags

    He'd stare at Velocity's upside down form as she stood on his doorway for a moment before rolling over and onto his paws. Sitting up he'd smile at the Toyger. "Yep, it's good ol' Slowhand." He'd confirm with a wave of his bobbed tail. "You can come in if you'd like." He'd place the offer on the table with a pleasant tone to his voice. He had always admired children. So full of potential and hope for the future of the clan. And whether they joined by their own will or if they were clan-born he didn't care. He just had a soft spot for kits.


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    Her expression became a small smile, delighted to hear she wasn't mistaking slowhand for another cat. Since you wouldn't have much fun if a friend thought you were somebody else. "I didn't bother you did I? I thought exploring the bloodhouse would be fun....but then I got lost" It was embarrassing to admit and she hoped Slowhand wouldn't laugh about that. Taking a few steps into the room, dark eyes glancing to every part curious if they were different.


    Velocity hadn't been given her own room just yet, so she was trying to see if they were different. Was she gonna be given a blanket also? Something to keep the chill of winter away from her.








    the violet textures so van gogh

    your hands have always held their own — tags

    He'd grin at her shy form. How adorable. "Of course you're not bothering me. Any company is welcome company." He'd confirm before clicking his tongue. "Would you like me to show you around?" He'd question.


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    The kitten would nod, clearly appreciating how kind Slowhand was being. She did need to learn for the future, seeing as she'd been doing much more once she got older. "I wanna see everything! If we can do that....I mean" At first she shouted but then went back to focusing on her new friend. If he didn't want to show her everything that was understandable, the kitten just wanted to know everything about her new home.