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    AMARYLLIS


    The black she-cat laid on a rock that hasn’t been touched by the cold ice and frost that covered the ground. She looked around uninterested, hoping someone would notice her and maybe even strike a chat? She needed some attention or things to do, and jeez, this was boring as heck. She stood up, looking around for any goals possible. Hunting? Check. Reward? Food. Status? Full. She needed some other thing to do then. Border patrol? Check. Reward? Rest. Status? Not tired at all. So what could she do? Mischievous things? She didn’t really see any. The psychopath wondered if the queens needed something or so? But what could she get, milk? Well, she sure could find something to do, couldn’t she? She had a clear mind, unlike these other disappointments calling themselves a clan. That’s why she didn’t take on a clan name. What was the purpose of it? Sounding weird? Still, she was there a few moons, a Thunderclanner. Funny she was daughter of the one who burnt their land to ashes. But they didn’t know, and it would stay like that.

    (c)trexgirl

    Redstripe had not made her rounds nearly as often now that she had five little ones in the nursery to care for, but the senior warrior appeared from time to time. A break from her duties was a bit of a relief, but something always made her paws itch to do something other than sit in the nursery and watch her kittens play all day. Though she loved being a mother to her and Blackstar's kits, the life of a queen was not one for her. Redstripe was a warrior through and through.


    Squeezing through the nursery entrance, her soft green eyes found the sight of a mysterious black wonder huddled up by herself. Amaryllis. Redstripe had seen her from time to time, but the she-cat kept to herself as she far as she was aware. That was something the two had in common. Redstripe was never one for interaction, but regardless, she padded over. "Hello, I don't think we've met before. I'm Redstripe," she greeted.


    // Hey Ruby! It's Vesp c:

    — information —

    AMARYLLIS


    Amy watched as the queen walked towards her, with a friendly greeting. Everyone was so unnecessarily friendly, jeez. It wasn’t like Amy wasn’t living in this world of weird people every day, it was just... in her head it seemed very cringey. But as always, she put a friendly smile on her face, and charm sparkled in her attitude as she made a step forwards. Now, what could she do with this one? Well, she could help her one day anyways. One day. Or not? Welp, no time for deciding. At least the boredom could be chased away. The red tabby- surprisingly called Redstripe -smelled of kits and milk, surprisingly as it was a queen. “How is it being a queen?” Amy asked, trying to sound interested. She wasn’t, really. She couldn’t understand why would somebody risk becoming a queen. Her mother told her that if everybody thought like that, there would be no cats on this world. Sometimes Amaryllis wondered what had drawn her mother to Sheogorath. Like... he was MAD. Not like, Amy wasn’t, huh.


    //hey Vesp! Got lotta muse for this bab

    (c)trexgirl

    The red tabby cracked a small smile. "Rather boring, I must admit. Don't get me wrong, I love raising kits but I'd rather be doing warrior duties than sitting in the nursery all day," she admitted with a small sigh. She would never trade her children for the world though. Crimsonkit, Lemonkit, Russetkit, Spiderkit, and Violetkit were perfect and beautiful. She loved them more than anything in the world. Her heart fluttered just thinking of them and a purr vibrated deep in her chest. "How is Clan life treating you so far? I hope it's not too weird," she said. Redstripe had come from generations of ThunderClan-born cats. She had never known anything different.

    — information —

    — LET'S JUST RUN AWAY FROM HERE

    Lemonkit noticed his mother and the black she-cat she was speaking with. Lemonkit had overheard her mother's remark, and quickly rushed in front of her with a pout on her face. "Pfft! Now you know how I feel!" Lemonkit complained to her mother. Of course she didn't mean any disrespect, but Lemonkit would have to admit, staying in camp all the time was boring and life consuming. Lemonkit longed for excitement and drama. Realizing she had interrupted the adults, she quieted, looking down at her paws insecurely. "Sorry for interrupting the adults..." She murmured apologetically.


    (ALL IC OPINIONS! THIS CHARACTER HAS AN ILLNESS CALLED PSYCHOPATHY (ASPD))

    AMARYLLIS


    Amaryllis listened, trying to look interested, but dying from boredom inside. But... ah, this molly didn’t seem too unreasonable. She even started to admire her a little. Yes, why lose time with little brats like that when could be doing something rewarding? Yes, this Redstripe with surprisingly normal name seemed reasonable enough. At least one of them. Then the kit came. The black she-cat swiped her vibrant green gaze onto the ground, scanning th small creature. Geez, was she once like this too? Embarrassing. Or, no, she wasn’t. Her mom always told her that she was weird. Or told her she was like her father. But she wasn’t mad like him, was she? Her mother was just another unreasonable cat. Well, the kits. They were naive, easily manipulated, but well, what does a kit give you? When they grow up they may- well, she could try corrupt them a little, couldn’t she? “Don’t worry little one, it’s okay,” she said with an unnatural sweet voice to her, with her, well, lack of emotiom. Then she looked back to the other one. These cats were all pretty weird, but being a rogue forever was less rewarding. This system had lots of holes she could use for herself. “It’s a nice place, indeed,” she said, and added a forced chuckle that didn’t sit exactly into her husky voice. Mousedung. “My name is Amaryllis, but friends can call me Amy,” she said. Friends. More like puppets. They were all puppets. Feelings were making you weak and vulnerable, they locked you like in a jail.

    (c)trexgirl