i'm too expensive : joining

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    The hellish spawn of Sheogorath and Cougarblood was growing bored of the old rogue life. She knew her pesky brother had to be around here somewhere and what better way to smoke him out than to arrive precisely at his doorstep. Or - at least - what she thought was his doorstep. All these forest clans seemed exactly alike to the rogue born molly. Unknowingly to her, Lionflame was far from Windclan where she was now and instead dwelling among fish-breath Riverclanners.


    Massive copper paws drummed against the terrain rhythmically like that of war drums. Her strides were powerful, speaking a language and tongue of dominance. Exotic ichor ran through her veins, a rare chausie just like her infamous traitor of a mother. Upon arriving at the heavily scented border, Cougarthroat came to a graceful halt. "Hello! The name is Cougarthroat and I'd like to join." Her vocals were laced with a sultry decadent red wine, soothing itself gently onto the ears of any felines nearby. Her bodice mimicked a well-oiled machine, thick muscles rippling beneath her sunset hued pelt in a mesmerizing fashion.

    if cougarthroat had just asked if her brother was here right off the bat, ivynose would've happily told her that no, he wasn't, then the female needn't have wasted her time coming to windclan instead of travelling elsewhere to find him, no matter how ill her intentions may be. there was a welcoming and pleasant smile on the ebony-furred tom's face as he approached the sleek-furred feline, his body type very unlike her's. he was a pure windclan cat, small and thin with a body built for speed, not fighting. she was well-muscled and looked like she had more power in one claw than he did in his entire body.


    "we'll need eaglestar to formally accept you in, i think, but i don't see any issue at all, unless you've formerly been a member of a different clan, or of the tribe. if not, i'm sure you'll be welcomed, cougarthroat." he told her, lips curving just the slightest bit downwards as he considered having to turn her away. "i'm ivynose, welcome to windclan." the warrior added, with another smile replacing the slightly pinched look that had previously been lingering on his face, like he'd tasted something awful.

    ❝ PAINKILLER ❞ Adderkit's yellow gaze narrowed onto the woman as he slunk up from behind Ivynose. The kit cared little for rules and ignored them, hence the reason he was outside of camp. So it was obviously his fault that he was suspicious of this newcomer. His dull gaze drifted down from her face towards her body, examining her fur, size, shape. He wasn't trying to be creepy or unnerving in anyway, he was just a child, an inquisitive, suspicious child. And newcomers wasn't a concept he was greatly fond of, they were untrustworthy.


    Nonetheless, the young child remained silent as he stood with his cold gaze focused onto Cougarthroat. His long, thin tail twitching back and forth as he stared silently up at the woman from his position beside Ivynose. "Welcome, I'm Adderkit," he grumbled out after a short moment.


    // retro to sickness