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    silverhaze-----

    don't let my kindness fool you for weakness,

    i'm just as wicked as the devil



    Beneath a skeletal tree, lies a silver maiden whose eyes burn a brilliant soulless amber. From the tree itself, branches that resemble claws stretch across the canopy of what used to be a 'throne'. Not just any throne, howbeit, one in which was crafted from the bones of animals. You could see tiny fragments of rabbit and mouse carcasses scattered across the earth floor, Silverhaze was tangled in their web of lies. One of her fore-paws toy with a few scraps around her bodice, whilst her head rests upon the entire skull of another cat. If one were to come upon her now they would quite possibly think she is crazy, although most of her clan mates know that she isn't entirely deranged, albeit, one could argue this 'till they turned blue in the face - she would deny, deny, deny, with a sinfully wicked and crazed look on her face all the while explaining how gentle she is. When in reality, it couldn't be further from the truth..


    "Speech"


    ooc; lets just pretend Silverhaze has been in Bloodclan for quite some time, xD anyways this is open to anyone - shit it could turn into a spar for all i care, lets just get some interactions started!

    also, deerstep <3

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Silverhaze was a daunting she-cat, even if she was half the healer's age. She was beautiful and elegant, perched atop her throne of bones like something straight of out a forest cat's nightmare. Waspwing felt like she had when she was an apprentice in Thunderclan, trying to gather the courage to try and talk to some of the more popular apprentices, even if she knew that they would just snub her and turn their noses up at the black tabby molly. Approaching Silverhaze sent her straight back to Thunderclan, the healer looking a bit stiff as she came to sit before the ethereal molly's makeshift throne.


    "You have an impressive collection of bones, Silverhaze. Where did you find them all?" Waspwing prayed to Starclan that Silverhaze hadn't acquired all of these bones from her victims, though knowing some of her clanmates, that assumption could very much be true for the silver queen.



    silverhaze-----

    don't let my kindness fool you for weakness,

    i'm just as wicked as the devil



    Ah, a life form approaches...


    SIlverhaze peeks her head up from beneath the wreckage that was neither her doing, but also her dirty little secrets. Someone had found the silver temptress surrendering herself to the bones of past victims, both rabbit remains and cat remains, all jumbled together with a few mouse scraps and of course don't forget the badgers. Haze was quite the daunting female, towering figure with massive paws and large fangs, yet nonetheless all the more beautiful and stunning as she glows an eerie harmony that somehow attracts people to her.. even if she doesn't enjoy the attention all that much.


    The goddess' crown gyrates to her left, slightly shifting upon the throne of bones and her claws were erect as she stretches outward in an effort to ease her troubled limbs. Silverhaze finally meets the gaze of Waspwing, silently listening to the words that fall from the babes' black lips. A soft purr vibrates through her bodice, a wicked grin of sorts appears and within in seconds a response was formed - gentle yet chaotic British accent woven between each lyric. "Oh, that's a secret well kept buried. If I told you Waspwing then it wouldn't be much of a secret anymore, now would it?" Her grin seems to grow more this time. "But don't you worry, I only take the lives of those that are the most cruel in this world." Silverhaze leaves a trail of sorts for Waspwing, just so the healer isn't left guessing so much as to how she acquired her arsenal of bones.


    "Speech"

    "Seems you do a great justice then?" bray would chirp in, taking rather confident strides over to the small forming group. She had grown a habit of siting rater close to the first cat she felt, and this cat happened to be Waspwing. As she took a seat the hairs on her haunched collided with that of the older molly. She never meant to get into other cat's spaces, she just felt more at ease.


    Turing her ears towards the hollow sounds of bones crashing into each other, Bray's curiosity only grew. "Names Bray. You sleep on those things?"


    can you imagine a world like that? —


    "That's pretty noble of you," Ethel observed, though her face showed that she felt a bit suspicious of Silverhaze's words. It wasn't that the throne of bones bothered her - in BloodClan, seeing a pile of bones was one of the less gruesome sights. Her own mother had a room full of the unlucky felines that happened to be her victims, their half-eaten, rotten flesh decomposing and forgotten by all. "You'd probably enjoy talking to my mother," the silver tabby murmured, looking back at the various bones.


    "speech"