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    WELCOME TO THE PANIC ROOM —— ♕

    Shadowy blue paws carried a lovely puffball from the city, flicking her rounded ears as she nervously approached the border of the demon's land and her enemy. Star had to leave. She had been the one to find Razor's body, found him without his head and maggots digging into every crevice they could. And, thanks to their sister, he had alot. She let out a shaky, nervous breath, her collar jingling as she looked one last time behind her, long bushy tail flicking in and out of her view before she crossed the threshold, entering unknowingly into Shadowclan territory, her legs quaking like trees in an earthquake. She was doing it. She was leaving the land she had known forever and yet was terrified to ever explore. Once over, she was filled with an undying, uncontrollable fear, throat getting tight and, before she knew it, Star's stubby legs carried the pudgy kittypet deeper and deeper into the territory, ignoring the muck, the mud, the water, everything that plastered her long luxurious pelt against her ribs. She sighed, relieved at not being found, not being chased. Now, the question was where was she?


    "Wot a botched escape, Star... now where'n bloody hell am I now?" She whispered quietly, voice shaking as she looked around, tail flicking nervously and alert ears perked. The doll-faced persian was frightened, eyes darting around like bats out of hell as she desperately tried to look for unknown threats.


    "Fear"

    When you see them too

    ✦ ✧ ✦ The twinkling of a collar drew Swanlake in, the pudgy form of a kittypet catching her way offguard. Shadowclan territory wasn't near a whole lot of twoleg nests from what the point warrior could remember, how far had the pretty thing trekked to get to the cold forests of Shadowclan? Swanlake puffed out her chest a bit and approached the scared twoleg pet, ears perked forwards as the larger molly stopped in the persian's way, tail twitching as stormy grey eyes settled on the pampered figure of the girl.


    "Are you lost? You won't find many twolegs down this way, unless you're looking for something of the four-legged, furred variety." Swanlake couldn't help but laugh a bit at the persian, though she wasn't trying to be mean about it. Either this girl was downright crazy or she had massive balls coming all the way out here to say hello to her fellow, forest-dwelling brethren.

    Blackbear’s tree napping was interrupted by the most annoying sound in the world. This was soon followed by voices, and she grumbled as she was dragged from her Sleep’s embrace. Blinking open chocolate brown eyes, she scrambled down the tree to head towards Swanlake’s voice... and some unknown stranger encroaching on their territory. A low growl ripped through her throat, long claws digging at the ice still enshrouding their territory. “Be careful Swanlake. She could be one of those city clan cats.” She grumbled, rounded ears flattening.

    WELCOME TO THE PANIC ROOM —— ♕

    The persian, despite Swanlake stopping straight infront of her, still jumped a bit, back arching and eyes widening. This could be one of her sister's new friends, one who was sent to capture her, wring her up by her neck and then toss her at the paws of the Cannibal Queen. She narrowed her eyes as another approached, lashing her fluffed out, bushy tail.


    You won't find many twolegs down this way. Isn't that the point of fleeing from your twoleg house? To get away from them? She narrowed her yellow eyes and remained quiet, flicking her tail. If these cats worked for her sister, she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of ripping out her tongue, not by a longshot.


    "I'd have my fur ripped out before I spoke t' these two," She thought aloud before gasping, realizing she spoke and exclaimed, "Bollocks! Oh, Star ya done it now!" She stepped back now, looking at the two of them and said, "Alright, alright fine. Ya caught me. I was running from... from somethin'. I-I needn't be here, I know, but I had to flee the city, loves. Y-ya don' understand my plight, I know, I know, but um, I must wonder where I am?" She kept her distance, yellow eyes flicking between the two as she-mostly-stood her ground, tail curled around her back legs as her collar jingled with each movement, the tinny noise of the bell.


    "Fear"

    When you see them too

    lemonpaw . apprentice . shadowclan . tags


    lemonpaw hadnt really met anyone with an accent quite as ridiculous as his own, but as the seal point trotted up to stand beside swanlake and blackbear, the apprentice chuckled quietly under his breath at the sound of such familiar phrases.

    “g’day, miss!” lemonpaw chirped. his blue eyes fell to the collar on the molly’s neck, and the boy faltered for a second. a kittypet. he’d been one before he joined shadowclan. the seal point paused for a moment, watching the molly curiously. she seemed kind of.. fidgety? though the persian certainly had guts for daring to stray this far into the territory and then stand her ground when she was questioned. lemonpaw wondered if she was here to.. join perhaps? stars, that would be brilliant! shadowclan was much nicer than any kittypet home.

    “this is shadowclan territory..! you’re actually intruding, if you weren’t aware.” lemonpaw laughed awkwardly. “erm- are you looking to join then, if you can’t stay in the city?”.



    WELCOME TO THE PANIC ROOM —— ♕

    The molly looked at the younger cat that joined them, watching him falter at her collar and eyes snapped at his accent, the familiar cockney she believed only she, her sister, and mother shared setting the pretty blue smoke at ease a bit, smiling softly and nervously. "Shadowclan? Ya mean there's more than Bloodclan? O-other places similar to 'em?" She stated, eyes widening in fear. Then he asked her to join and she felt her legs becoming shaky, ears pressing back into the curve of her broad head. Were they gonna make her do the things her father made her do as a child? Would she have to...have to kill someone?! She swallowed down the lump, desperately trying to quell her paranoia, absentmindedly beginning to chew on her bottom lip, sharp teeth digging into the skin to prick soft pearls of crimson upon the shadowy lips. Oh dear, oh dear this was going to be terrifying. She opened her mouth to feverishly deny joining, her heart roaring in her ears.


    "Fear"

    When you see them too

    "there are five clans in the forest: shadowclan, which is where you are now, thunderclan, windclan, riverclan, and skyclan. further away are darkclan and the tribe of rushing water," a twiggy brown tom meowed, approaching the others slowly as to concentrate on not tripping over any roots. cedarpaw was his name, and sharing useless information was his game. "the gang of cats in the city to whom you refer call themselves a clan, but they don't follow the code nor believe in starclan, and therefore we do not recognize them as a legitimate clan." the blind tom turned to where he hoped the unfamiliar molly was and offered a polite smile, hoping his blank stare wouldn't creep her out.

    chocolate paws carried forth the soft form of bleachedbones, her gaze cautious and icy as it fixated on the stranger before them. a chill ran down the warriors spine as it was implied that they were anything like bloodclan. allies or not, bleach deeply despised the city dwelling cult that dare call themselves a clan. they were all foxhearted monsters that hid behind their own type of gnarled, sadistic morality. ivory daggers raked through the frosted dirt below as the small female swallowed a small growl. ”we’re nothing like bloodclan.” the color point mewed calmly. despite her cool and collected tone, the final word was laced thickly with venom as it rolled off her tongue. bleachedbones flicked her long tail as a small smile played at her lips, trying her best to seem welcoming, but yet still cautious.

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    WELCOME TO THE PANIC ROOM —— ♕

    She closed her mouth with a pop as a blind tom and a lanky tall point approached, her claws slipping out cautiously. They said they weren't like Bloodclan, but isn't that what a Bloodclan cat say? She inhaled deeply, deciding that her thoughts was just her paranoia, rearing it's ugly head to make sure Star made no friends. She exhaled the same breath slowly, retracting her claws back into her paws, forcing her shoulders to relax. She looked at the group quietly, ears flicking nervously as her eyes looked over each of their faces before finally meowing, "I...guess I am quite knackered. I-I hope you don' mind me bumming a few hours at your..." She realized she wasn't sure what to call the place these cats' home. She just let her voice trail off, looking at each of them as she sat her in own awkward silence, long, fluffy tail flicking behind her, regarding each with a cautious, paranoid look. She had to keep telling herself they weren't Bloodclan. They probably wouldn't torture her or give her to her sister. She smiled nervously, a sorry excuse to quell the tension she felt.


    "Fear"

    When you see them too