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Jewelpelt was always up for a nice chat. Cats on the borders. It was pretty fun who could’ve been there. The she-cat wasn’t so formal when it came to strangers- she was rather friendly. Yeah, that could seem naive to some people. Especially her clanmates often stared at her with raised fictional eyebrows. Like when last time she took in two strange toms without asking anybody.
Well, she hadn’t changed. She was now sitting, with her head curiously tilted towards the newcomer. Funny. The scent of the city was stuck to him. A Bloodclanner. Jewelpelt wasn’t even thinking about it. The thing the dilute calico was thinking about was why he left. Loners joined for home, tribe member, Veil, for his love. But what could be the reason? The female stood up, and gave the tom a light smile. “Hey there. How can I help you?” she asked with a warm, but energetic voice.
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Raising his piercing gaze to the molly that stood before him he offered a smile. Adjusting his position so he sat up straighter and with a more confident demeanor. "Uh, I'm looking to join," he confirmed with a nod. He just hoped that they welcomed him. He was tired, really tired. Too tired to move on and wait at another clan's boarder. He had planned to join a clan allied with Bloodclan so he could at least hear about his home's changes and differences. He wanted to know when his sister became leader. He wanted to be the first to know. Naturally coming to an allied clan would ensure that he would hear of any news that came from Bloodclan. "If it's not too much trouble of course." He said with a smile, glancing from the corner of his eyes down at his back right leg. Or where it should be. The scent of dog really brought back that memory. That day that his leg was ripped off by a hound. He knew he'd have to get over it one day.
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JEWELPELT
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A joiner? That sounds fun. Why not? She’d take him in and hopefully, nobody would mind. “Join? Well, of course. Come in the camp, you seem tired. It’s a big cave, you know. You’ll get to meet some people. Maybe even the leader. You’re a Bloodclanner, right? What brings you to join here then? Are you tired of... brutality like Pitchstar was?” She continued with questions, her ears twitching curiously. “What’s your name? I’m Jewelpelt.”
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Hesitantly the three-legged traitor got to his paws. Stepping into pace beside the molly he listened with perked ears. It would be quite an honor to meet the leader of Darkclan. Well, it was an honor to meet the leader of any clan. "I..committed treason, I brought food and herbs to Thunderclan when they were starving and dying." He spoke in an empty tone, his actions meant nothing to him now. He had made the choice to bring them food and he had stuck with it. He was in no place to complain about his actions or the punishment. Thinking about it now caused him to ponder if it had all just been a dream, or if he really had left his home. Tongue slipping from his maw he drew it over the scar over his muzzle, wincing a bit at the sting. Yes, it was real. It had happened.
Following closely by Jewelpelt he spoke, "Do you not need your leader to allow me to join?" He was mildly confused. Back in Bloodclan everyone was so stern about who joined and whether Caledon allowed them to join or not. It had been a bit of a hinderance but Caledon's word was law. Or maybe she was the deputy, maybe she had the power to accept him into the clan. If so than that made everything much easier.
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JEWELPELT
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Treason? Jewelpelt was a little bit confused. Brough food to ThunderClan? And herbs? That was actually nice. But... was it because his leader had something against it. That was... not nice. But if they thought it was treason... this tom seemed to think it too. Probably, it was too much or something? Or they had strict rules? The clans were, funny, so everything could be possible. But if it was really so bad, was that why was he here? They exiled him? Or have he left? Jewelpelt’s head buzzed with questions, until one interesting had reached her ears. “Well...” she started, “practically, I should. I’m a senior warrior, but that doesn’t mean I’m allowed... yeah, probably I need him, but why wait? Let’s pretend, he’s been here, he’d understand. Pitchstar is a nice guy. We can come to him later.” She said, giving Slowhand a nice smile. Then she focused on his muzzle. “Where did that wound come from?” she asked.
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Slowhand called it treason even though he had just been doing a good thing. He was saving lives. But just because he went behind Caledon's back to do it was what made it treason. His position as a guard did nothing to help him but he hadn't expected it to. He had made the bed and he had to lay in it. "Ah, I see." He agreed that it was much easier this way. Just to pretend that he'd been allowed to join. Jewelpelt. That was a nice name. It fit her well with such pretty fur. "My name is Slowhand," he introduced. Glancing down at the newly forming scar across his face he turned his gaze back ahead of him. "Caledon smacked me."
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JEWELPELT
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Jewelpelt raised her fictional eyebrow at the three-legged tom. Oh, so Caledon smacked him? That didn’t look like a motherly slap. Well, everyone makes mistakes, and Jewel hoped he would find his new home here. Slowhand. That name didn’t make sense, but it was actually quite pretty. “Nice to meet you. Welcome to DarkClan,” she said when they got to the camp-cave.
//you may like to make an intro now, but do how you want. He’s probably in unless somebody replies here and smacks Jewel xD
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ "Thank you, I hope I enjoy it here," He murmured. I hope I enjoy it more than Bloodclan. He thought as he stepped into the cave after Jewelpelt. As for the name, Slowhand, it was a sexual innuendo because his rper was at a loss for names and now he was fucking stuck with it. At least it was original.
//yea okie dokie. let's just hope nobody smacks jewel, I love her she's amazing
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the scent of bloodclan was one he could never forget. it was potent, stinging with the scent of thunderpaths and mildew. he couldn’t quite help the chill that ran down his spine when the fetid odor reached him on the dancing breeze. pitchstar parted his scarred maw, tasting the air before he dragged his paws through the frost and snow as he began to seek the source of such a smell. and it wasn’t long until he stumbled upon jewelpelt and a tom in whom he did not recognize.
”jewelpelt?” there was a questioning tone in his voice as molten optics turned upon his diluted clanmate. ”who is this?” the hulking bobtail would inquire, drawing his tongue over his cold lips. pitchstar noticed the wound on the fellow toms muzzle, and he couldn’t help but wonder what, or who, inflicted it. but for now, the macabre leader would await an answer, infernal gaze seeming to burn into the pelt of the bloodclanner.
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Oops. Now Jewelpelt just hoped she was right on Pitchstar not minding. “Heeey, Pitchstar. Funny you here, haha. Huh, this is... Slowhand. He betrayed BloodClan because he helped cats who needed it- the cats Ruestar ordered me to help once- ThunderClan. Caledon snapped at him, and now he’s searching for a new home. Are you... okay with him being here?” she asked. Oh gosh she was getting into trouble. She just took a stranger into the camp. But... he seemed nice, right?
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Spotting the larger tom approaching Slowhand immediately understood who this was even without words. He carried an air of authority and seriousness. Dipping his head in greeting Slowhand spoke, "If you'll have me I'd appreciate it. I can carry my own weight, despite missing a leg." His sharp gaze was locked directly with Pitchstar's own. Slowhand understood when he needed to show respect, and being somewhere unfamiliar he understood that right now this man deserved it. But from what Jewelpelt had told him the man seemed reasonable enough.
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his gaze darkened at the mention of treason. that was no minor rule break. to go against the word of your leader was dangerous, for not only yourself but possibly your clanmates. but then he listened to jewelpelt as she continued on, and his expression softened slightly. it seemed as if this tom shared the same problem as he had when he considered himself a bloodclanner. too much heart for the harshness of that clan. pitchstar felt a wave of respect wash over himself. it took guts to betray your clan for the sake of another. but worry soon followed. would he repeat his actions as a member of darkclan? it was something the bobtail had to consider. pitchstar turned to slowhand now, eyes bearing into those of the smaller tom. ”is this true?” the leader mewed, voice dripping with calmness.
//ninja’d
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Slowhand wasn't proud of himself but what Jewelpelt had said was the truth, obviously. Fixing his gaze onto the black, battle-scarred tom he nodded. "I did, it was either me or a whole clan." He spoke in a firm tone, full of confirmation. Slowhand had no reason to lie to this man, it was the last thing he wanted to do in a new environment. "I will leave if you wish me to." Slowhand wasn't really in the mood to travel anymore than he already had today but if he was sent away he would find a new clan to stay with.
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pitchstar found himself to be silent, mulling over their words with a slightly furrowed brow. there was something about this tri-legged feline before him. something the leader found appealing. ”that wont be necessary, slowhand.” the bobtail finally spoke after a dragging silence. he dipped his heavy cranium towards the ex-bloodclanner, a small smile crossing his scarred muzzle. ”welcome to darkclan. i hope you find my clan more welcoming than bloodclan. and also—you may want our medicine cat, sunfeather, to check that out. so it doesn’t catch an infection.” the onyx pelted feline mewed, nodding towards the nasty gash on the toms face.
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//jewel: look I knew he would be okay with that
XD Jewel thinks of him as a clan dad although he sometimes acts like a piece of ice. She’s like ‘I see in the insideeeeee’
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ A smile of relief crossed his maw at Pitchstar's words. "Thank you, I'll be sure to carry my weight." He spoke with a nod, chilly air gently brushing against his maw reminding him of his scar. "Ah, I suppose that's a good idea." He murmured with a weak chuckle. He would want to thank Pitchstar in full one day but for now all he could offer was loyalty.
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A low growl emitted from Ebonyrose's throat when she caught a whiff of BloodClan. Despite their Clans being allies, she was not keen on the group of rogues. They'd tortured DarkClan for moons until Ruestar, her mousebrained, now very deceased uncle, had struck up an alliance with Caledon. The medicine cat apprentice eyed the former BloodClan guard with resentment as she padded over beside Pitchstar. "How do we know he's not a spy?" she inquired, ears flattening against her skull. "BloodClan might be our ally, but that does not mean we should trust them entirely. What if they're here to see how we are faring after the wolf attack? What if they mean to do us harm in our time of weakness?" she demanded. As Sunfeather's apprentice, her eyes shot to the wound on the tom's face and her lip curled. She certainly hoped Pitchstar would not demand her to treat this BloodClan bastard. Maybe she'd feed him poison and be done with it.
( Hey Zeis! It's Vesp <3 Welcome to DC, if only briefly! )
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❝ CRY POWER ❞ Turning to face the ebony feline he raised an imaginary eyebrow. At her words he would admit that him being a spy was a possibility but that was asking a lot from the man. "Um, I guess I can't really convince you otherwise, but I'm not a spy." He spoke with a shrug. Clicking his tongue he once more began to speak, "I'm really not fond of being manipulative like that anyways." Especially not after he'd lied to his clan for quite a while and continued with his treasonous actions. "But, believe what you will. Can you direct me towards the medicine cat den though?"
//heeyyyyo, thanks c;
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pitchstar turned on ebonyrose, his face shadowed by a dark look as his eyes locked onto the onyx shecat. ”i understand your concerns, ebonyrose.” the bobtail mewed, voice tight and sharply edged. ”if that is the case, then bloodclan would be jepordizing a very tight alliance. i do not believe caledon to be a fool.” he stated, eyes narrowing down upon the medicine cat apprentice. ”in the meantime, please escort slowhand to sunfeathers den. and watch your tongue, i do not want our guest to feel unwelcome.”
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