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    club queen on the downtown scene

    prowling around at night — tags

    Artdeco's labyrinth of a mind could not hold onto any of the solid tragedies she encountered previously. Neither the spine-chilling moment of murdering a NPC femme nor the poignant minutes she had spent chewing on her own pelt out of envy was screened on her thoughts vividly. With her plucked tail waving from side to side in a strictly rhytmic behaviour, only echo that whispered some sense to her current weak mental state ushered her to find and join BloodClan.


    "I am still pretty." The reassurance had her mother's voice as she heard; the voice that had always complimented Artdeco for several moons until she had departed from the small neighborhood they lived in. Her words were not out of her confidence, in fact, she was still trembling and lacking the strength to stand straight on her paws - she almost seemed like she was hovering just above the ground with her whole slender body almost pressed against the hard ground. Frankly, before her trauma, she had indeed enticed many domestic cats with her grace; she had had stars in her emerald greens, the shiniest pelt and the elegance of her breed. "No one will humiliate me by targeting my pathetic appearance. I will be fine. I am fine." A crooked smile crept on her maw upon deciding on practicing a friendly gesture to whoever that would greet her in the lands of BloodClan. The Abyssinian could not catch a hint in her memories as to why she was searching for this particular clan. The name itself did not bring joy or rainbows to her soul. Little did she know that she could blend in easily.


    "Hello? Is this the-" she paused for a second, shut her eyes, shook her head, and then glanced around, "Red- no, my bad - Blood, oh yes, BloodClan?" And then came the wicked smile, showing her pearl fangs, which could be considered either utterly awkward or momentarily cute.


    //hellooo everyone, I have not roleplayed since 2015, and I am hoping to be active around the site again! I'm seph! c:


    NATHANOS

    ( tags and biography )

    A monster. An entity of dread, a herald of doom, a bringer of nightmares. The beastly feline of titanic proportions trotted through the man-made streets, countless windows reflecting the gleaming cascades of sunlit rays to shower the streets with gold. Muscular structure rippled with power as graceful limbs dragged the creature forth, silent like a wraith, and lethal as a tiger. His features were a mass of upturned flesh, one missing eye, torn from it's socket, exposed gums revealing razor blades for glinting teeth. Arched talons coiled from translucent sheathes to click and coil against the granules of grit beneath rounded paws, the weaponry glowing as the daylight struck their forged, scythe tipped figures. Nathanos had much on the mind on that particular day. His thoughts were gnarled and twisted, memories of his former self as the BloodClan leader permeating the visions that flashed before the brutal vision of his one volcanic hued eye. Imagery of savage and vicious brutality lingered within his mind, flashing in scenes throughout his dark mind.


    That was when he smelled it, a scent so unfamiliar, an aroma he did not recognize. The heathen drifted through the streets toward the source, his leviathan size casting jagged shade across the concrete, hungry and lethal. Nathanos' one, blistering, scorching eye swept across the city streets, igniting the corners of alleys as obsidian pupils cut through the shadows. Eventually, he was there. He had found her, a newcomer lingering in his presence, fresh for the picking, should he so choose. But Nathanos was not a drone to mindless violence. No, he could control his aching urges to rend flesh and crush bone. This newcomer probably had a reason for being here. Indeed, her voice drifted throughout the warmth of the air to filter into his ruined, torn and tattered ears. She was looking for BloodClan. The former tyrant leader let a mischievous smirk dance across his maw, half ruined face stretching in savage display.


    "My my, what do we have here? What's yer name, dearie?" The brutal feline questioned, his titanic figure rippling with power as he came to a stop mere feet away, tail tip swishing through the warm air in the form of a cheery greeting, though his tone of voice, while not unkind, lingered with poison that swept through his bloodstream and into his tone. "This is indeed BloodClan. Are ya here on business?" Nathanos inquired with a curious jolt of his baritone words, his Scottish accent rolling from his barbed tongue and between daggers for teeth to filter into the open, dusty air. There were so many possibilities in that moment, though this cat didn't smell of any forest clan that he knew of, he wondered why she had come to BloodClan. To join, perhaps? That would be just fine with him. The more the better, after all, and he could use one more mortal soul to torment for the pleasure of his own twisted mind.

    code by xredxpepperx - art by Entin

    morgan never thought lowly of himself. he was happy with who he was. he didn't think he was ugly but he had missed a few fur cleanings in the past... since birth. he never cleaned himself. his mother never bothered to clean him either, she was always much too busy with being the head guard and she really didn't look his way even. but he knew she loved him. he knew that she cared about him and his siblings. she just didn't show it. but he had never gotten words of confirmation from his mother telling him that he was a handsome young man like artdeco's mother did to her. he had never been given a compliment before, not that he really wanted any.


    but as his wild, mangy coat of fur seemed to writhe around him like a leviathan he took in the sight of the fragile ginger molly with his empty gray stare. she looked pretty bad in her current state. but she definitely couldn't compare to how morgan looked when he was a newborn. he had been a tiny, fragile, pitiful little thing that would've looked malnourished if it wasn't for his massive coat of fur that poked out in every direction.


    his gaze remained as passive as ever as her words reached his large tufted ears he allowed a nod of confirmation to shift his head. his gaze flickering towards nathanos as the loud, ever-speaking tabby would inevitably began some kind of rant.


    // oof ninja'd lmao

    club queen on the downtown scene

    prowling around at night — tags

    The Abyssinian's chest was in unsteady motion whilst breathing; a long session of intake of the oxygen, and a brisk escape of her warm breath. The uneasiness grew on her as the minutes passed, and she began writing scenarios about the first feline she would encounter out of her curiousity. It was presumably the BloodClan territory she had thrown herself into. As the name implied, she could have been killed on the spot by a larger feline by size for sport or she could have been kidnapped and used as a sparring toy. I would not make a good sparring partner. Best make me a punching bag,

    she thought as her insecure conciousness took over.


    With the approaching silhouette of a monster's - later did she realize it was not a mythical creature, but a muscular tomcat - she swore anyone near her could hear her heartbeat. The grotesque appearance of the stranger who stood opposite of her was intimidating enough to make her pretend that she was lost, and she did not mean to say BloodClan and that she searched for EverythingNiceClan which she had just made up.


    She was awaiting for the moment that she would throw up, but the scent of blood that intensified with the every intake of the smell turned on a switch. A switch which yanked all the torn bloody memories she bore in her mind and piled them up together. She was a monster herself, too. Only a different kind. Some patches of her past could easily retrieve her courage for her, although her memories were still incomplete. "I am Artdeco. Some may prefer it shorther than it already is if you might prefer; Dee." Her voice hung in the air, and traveled around the two's ears melodically. The infamous stars in her eyes had found their places in her galaxy, yet she was in no attitude to appear hostile nor impolite. "Good to know that I do not have to walk for another two days. I would like to join the clan, please." Her request was kind. She did not know the joining procedure there, but she hoped it did not involve doing chores to redeem themselves worthy. Imagine cleaning the pelt of the second stranger, who somewhat appeared blank although she could not keep herself from glancing at his chaotic pelt from time to time. Artdeco had been taught to look after herself properly. She was quite obssessed with her appearance, needless to say. "Please let me add that I do not have a chronic condition about my pelt. I am quite attentive about my etiquette."

    i dont have a fancypost yet :(



    at only three moons old, the smokey cats limbs were already oddly long and lanky. he stood tall and despite his fluffy appearance, it was clear that the young male wasn’t an average weight. his pale eyes shifted with the gentle breeze that he somehow blamed for his straying out of the camp. he didn't realize morgan was amongst the gathered cats. all he could see and hear were the unfamiliar stray cat and the massive bloodclanner that reminded him of nothing less than a lion. a thin paw struck the ground in front of him. he looked down, phased that it was his own, but he kept stalking forwards. the other cats looked like giants to him, or maybe only the actual giant looked like one. his height couldn't escape the fact that he was still a baby.

    briefly, the small cat felt a pinch of sympathy for the stray cat. a wave of emotion and longing for his mother washed over him. an image of her danced into his head. he scolded himself for letting his mind become clouded over, and kept forward until he was close enough to be known. he arched his back as he continued creeping. “What a funny name.” he spoke softly from behind nathanos, his tone malicious.