dog days are over | o, re-introduction

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    bio — An annoyed growl rumbled in the large brutes throat as he gave a powerful leap up onto one of the closed lids of a dumpster in the alley way. His soft paw pads were now toughed and worn due to his stay within the clan, it had been nearly a moon since he had left the safety of ShadowClan. Nearly a moon since his life of repenting and making up for his wrong doings to the warrior code began.


    Abraham's life was already an absolute living hell, which meant his plans were going completely as planned. Perhaps if he spent a small lifetime suffering, perhaps the stars would welcome him into paradise for eternity?


    Maybe life in BloodClan wasn't as bad as he thought, but it sure wasn't as blissful and fulfilling as the life of a warrior was leading on to be in ShadowClan. Though for once in his life... perhaps he actually fit in. Finally no one raised a brow at his non-traditional name he chose for himself, and finally he got to even meet some cats who had their heads stuck deeper into the earth then himself!


    A small amused chuckle to himself escaped his maw as he lazily laid down, allowing one of his paws to hang limply off the side of the dumpster. "Oh sweet StarClan, what a life." He whispered to himself, his piercing yellow hues scanning around the area for anyone to possibly bother or chat to for a bit.


    //I've never roleplayed here besides like... for two posts. So I've been absolutely lost on a starter post, so this is what I came up with lol. I'm finally back though.


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    Bray wasn't typically one for adventure. A can't who couldn't see had no rime or reason to go explore. But today she was on a super important mission.


    To find something fluffy to sleep on.


    To others that sounded like a unless task, but to Bray she took her sleep seriously. It was the only time she could truly see. In her dreams she finally saw the faces of her friends, parents, and anything else her mind decided to throw in there.


    Her crips echoed off the brick walls that alined either side of her. Her tail was low to the ground, giving her extra leverage of balance. She walked past the large dumpster, unaware of the relaxing stranger above her.


    "speech"

    Brock had crept past the corner to noticed two felines who seemed completely oblivious of each others existence. Brock rolled his eyes, of course they would be so closed minded, Brock believed. With an roll of his eyes and a egotistical half smile, the skinny smoke tabby spoke. "Greetings, you two." He said this with a tone of distaste, but naturally, that was how he spoke.

    ✧ —Boredom had, of course, brought the guard to wander the city once more. maybe something new would magically show itself, but that was hightly unlikely. The scents of those newcomers hung in the air, Isla curling her lip as they coated her tongue. She had been growing tired of weak felines joining up just because they 'liked' the group of outcast killers. Naive. They would learn the hardships soon, along with what is expected of them to do to prove their loyalty if they want to live here.


    The serpent slunk around the brisk wall of a building, rounding the corner to see Bray trudge right by Abraham's lax form on a dumpster above. It would grow obvious that, incongruous to her attitude toward all other newbies that aligned with bloodclans ranks, Isla didn't hold much, if not any contempt for the blind feline. It wasn't because she felt the least bit bad for her, it was because she obviously knew she had a weakness that could certainly get her killed here, but she still wanted to join. You have to have a pretty big set to trust those you cant see.


    "Might want to use that nose a bit more to your advantage seeing as you haven't got eyes to notice Abraham right above you." Isla teasing words were lulled by the friendly move of brushing her pelt against Bray's as she passed by. Her tongue was always sharp and unforgiving, but it was honeyed with a softer, affable tone that was saved for those she actually liked; oh, like her brother that just happened to show his face once more. "My dear Brock" She joked with that signature smirk that was surprisingly convivial this time, but one that quickly disappeared when she set those hazel spectacles on Abraham. "Abraham. How are you acclimating here?" Isla didn't care at all what his answer would be, but hoped it was a negative one at that.

    "speech"

    bio — His ears angled to the side at the sound of paw steps below him, his yellow gaze immediately was redirected to the floor. He stared at her for a few long moments... trying to recall who the she-cat was or if she had heard of 'em. Admittedly, Abe had kept quiet during his stay here so far. He hadn't really spoken to anyone at all... just listened.


    He couldn't recall her name, but she was the blind one, right?


    "Hello there! Whatever your name is!" He purred obnoxiously as usual... perhaps he could make a new friend? He wanted a friend- no. No friends were not good in a place like this. Or maybe...- his thoughts were interrupted upon the sound of approaching paw steps from two other felines. Once again he... believed he could recognize them... but what were their names...?


    "Greetings... you!" He directed at the smoke tabby, allowing his paw to swing back and forth off the ledge of the dumpster.


    "Oh! Isla!" He declared out loud upon remembering the guards name, shaking his head he gave her a weary smile. "Hello! I'm accustoming here quite well! Its absolute paradise here... I love it." He purred, his answer of course was mixed with heavy sarcasm, but the smile that formed on his face said otherwise.


    Did anyone... actually like it in BloodClan? Did anyone actually settle in well?


    "How have you all been doin' on this... fine beautiful day?"


    ""

    you'll soon find you have few choices

    i learned the voices died with me — tags

    DeWitt hated to agree, but Isla's thoughts were correct. He had joined mainly looking to find his aunt, Jailbird, but upon joining he had realized just how weak everyone here was. They were all soft, proof of this being that cuddle-fest he had stumbled upon in his first day in Bloodclan. To say it had disgusted him was an understatement. He had half a mind to slice Caledon's throat right then and there, but DeWitt was a patient man, he could wait a bit longer to be made leader and fix everything. Besides, they were all blatantly loyal to the man and stealing one of his lives wouldn't have ended well for him. Not to mention, Caledon was his uncle. That was something he had a tendency to forget.


    Large silver ears twitched at Abraham's words. DeWitt could already tell that there was something off about the man, but he would politely ignore it for the time being. That was until it became something that could be a nuisance. DeWitt was difficult to annoy, but Abraham's voice was just that. Annoying. The marbled man almost regretting making his way out here after having heard the voices, but he was strong and he could live with the knowledge that Abraham was annoying. The sarcasm in the former Shadowclanner's tone reached DeWitt's ears causing them to twitch rapidly. Yes, there was definitely something about this man that put him on edge. DeWitt would be sure to keep his mismatched eyes on this one.


    For now though DeWitt remained silent. He had nothing to say and preferred to keep it that way unless spoken to. But he was certain to be keeping his eye on Abraham whether it was justified or not.

    Almost as if metal tapped the pavement, as though a war drum followed the swiveling of his muscular ebony pillars as they carried the beast over the pavement. The kiss of a thousand wars plagued his wintery coat, laying over a pattern of foes who tried to take the devil from his hell. To no avail, for the only thing that could kill a legend could only be a legend.


    Floating over his concrete kingdom. The tyrannical force pushed through the shadows of the valley one could only name death. See no evil, for he is the evil. To stand next to his silent Nephew. "The quiet man always has the most to say" honey covered gravel was his tone as it erupted. Caledon laid his stagnant gaze over the clowder ahead. The blind one they call Bray, his loyal guard, Brock, and the former Shadowclanner. By no means did the lader hold that against the Golden-eyed male anymore, it seemed Abraham had settled evenly with the rapids he now inhabited. His time to take the oath was perhaps soon.



    "A word with you if I may, when you acquire the time " he added with a glance quicker than a bullet from a barrel toward Dewitt.


    "Good to hear that, Abraham. There is no greater life than the City. There is no fruitful life better than that of the cutthroat" his tone raised to the mix of personalities before them. With a dip of his massive skull he turned upon heavy paws and vanished into the shadows.


    // priv thread with Cal? DEWITT :)

    CALEDON'S STATS. & ART

    Ears angled slightly in the opposite direction as lethal claws scraped across the concrete, the scent of pure, fresh death following. A clear sign that it was Caledon approaching from the darkness of the alley. With barely a movement of his angular silver head the young man stared as the ashen and stygian leader stepped onto the scene. Despite how DeWitt felt he still respected the man greatly, even with having had seen that disgusting display that came in the form of cuddling. He still wanted to grimace at the memory.


    As the baritone voice of Caledon reached his eardrums he only let a soft hum roll from within his throat. It was only expected that the veteran knew how the nearly unfeeling marbled man felt. A simple blink of his ill-matching eyes was his answer. DeWitt wasn't surprised that the leader was aware of how much he had to say. Black irises dragged back over towards the quartet of clanmates, particularly sticking to the blind form of his apprentice. As little as he cared for the calico he felt the urge to keep the sightless molly away from Abraham, at least until he was certain that she could defend herself. Taking it for the protectiveness of a mentor he turned back to Caledon.


    "Yes sir," was his simple answer that came in the form of a mutter, soft enough that they were the only two to have heard it. He watched from the corner of his almond shaped orbs as the man spoke much louder now so his voice reached the others before turning away and sauntering off back into the darkness that he had melted from originally.


    //sure c; I can make it if ya want

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