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    ✦ ✧ ✦ the soft, near silent jingling of her collar accompanied her soft steps as she approached the place that smelled quite different to the rest of the city... this was the place that zag had been talking about, right? the place where the scary cats lived, the place where she should never ever go because she wasn't quite strong enough to bear it, apparently. how utterly insulting! she had told him, with an indignant tone and her head held high, that she would show him exactly who was 'not strong enough'. him, obviously- that silly little coward, warning her against associating herself with such savage beings. well, here she was- she turned a glance back in the direction of her apartment, where he would likely be sat on the balcony watching and shivering in his bones as she dared to step closer. a smug look crossed her face as she thought of that coward, and as she thought of her next move.


    it was rather an impulse, as she padded through this fabled territory, that she settled on the fact that she was going to show zag she was even tougher- she was going to join bloodclan. oh, gosh, he'd never believe her when she told him, but she was going to do it! no-one could stop her, except for bloodclan themselves- and with glistening eyes, the tortoiseshell 'unstoppable force' padded past the scent line, wrinkling her nose in disgust. oh, couldn't they have picked... perhaps, the scent of roses? just something nicer than this oily city smell... though, if she reeked like bloodclan, there was no way zag wasn't going to believe her!

    *:･ﾟ✧ "i'd stop there if i were you..." came a gentle murmur from the shadows. only a pair of silver slits visible from the veil of darkness that cascaded over the siamese mix. it was then that the woman of silken movement and suave principles came out to play with the little toy she'd found trespassing. she showed no signs of hostility, or at least of the regular hostility displayed in many bloodclanners. many of which would find her kittypet roots absolutely appalling. a part of psykos did find it appalling, actually. but it made sense, kittypets lived longer. it was survival. and yet, their lives were utterly and entirely dull. and there was nothing more that boredom that psykos hated more.


    "if you're lost i'll help you find your way," she offered, a tongue full of lies and venom as a joker smile spread across the lady's maw, eyes twinkling of faux innocence.

    The hulking brute was not far away, his pale jade eyes landing upon the unfamiliar pelt of Missy as she was approached by Psykos. Curious to see where this was going, Bune slowly made his way over, his large paws lumbering nearer to the two females. He remained quiet, opting that he had nothing to yet contribute to the scene unfolding before him. He would merely wait for the stranger to offer a response, wanting to see what exactly she was going here. Had she wandered into the misfortune of intruding on BloodClan lands? Was she boldly ignoring their territory markers and strolling about as she pleased? Did she wish to join their ranks? It was anyone's guess. Quietly the pale tabby waited, his eyes glancing to Psykos before returning to rest on Missy.

    "WHEN DID I BECOME SO COLD" & TAGS

    Bloodclan—the land of wicked smiles and empty stares. Honestly, what's the point of these cats' lives? As Psykos approaches a harmless kittypet—she has a pink collar, exactly how much of a threat can she be—the first words out of her mouth are filled with lies and venom. They even verge on creepy, and as Ryland overhears the interaction from his resting place, he can't help but to want to get this poor lost kittypet, or whatever she is, away from her; perhaps because he doesn't yet trust Psykos. He'd only met her the other day, and evidentially she's been here for a while, but he'd never seen her before then. He does know, however, that she kind of creeps him out. Hell, even Bune is less unsettling than she is as he also approaches the kittypet, only staring at her in silence. Ryland flicks his gray eyes between both his clanmates—they seem to always take themselves so seriously. It's time to give Missy a friendly face, yeah?


    Standing, the sick tom lazily saunters forward to join the three of them, his ragged tail lifted high over his back as a smile quickly appears over his face. He's hoping it comforts her slightly—he's not sure how she's reacting to all this, but he remembers that he'd been quite wary when he'd been questioned at the border, too. "What's popping?" Ryland then greets Missy, his tone and demeanor starkly contrasting against the other two Bloodclanners who are present. He holds himself as if he lives in the garbage (because he does), he looks as if he hasn't groomed himself in a week (which he hasn't), and his smile is dopey, crooked, and holds no venom, nor any lies. He's certainly not any sort of suave cat, but he hopes to at least lighten the mood slightly with his presence and glowing smile as he looks their new friend over, his expression mildly curious. A tortoiseshell who proudly wears a pink collar, fit with a little heart shaped pendant. A great fit among these merciless cats, yeah? "Name's Ryland. If you're lost, I'll help you find your way." A quick suspicious glance is sent in Psykos' way. "'Cause you're in Bloodclan territory, and generally nobody here is too nice to strangers."

    Holn would arrive a bit late to the party, his face showing no signs that he recognized the beauty in front of him. Holn was a lot of things, sometimes labeled as a brute or insensitive but he was still fiercely loyal to his own. Fernonia had blessed him with her trust and to him no grace shined brighter than his own mate. In comparison as pretty as this she-cat probably was, her light was dull to his love-muddled senses and so he gazed at her the same as any stranger.


    Truthfully, she looked a little soft, timid even. There was something about her movements that suggested a heavy sense of caution and fear and he kept his position neutral so as not to spook her. Casting a sideways glance at Psykos he'd cock his brow, to her. He himself had never harmed the hair of a kittypet, not seeing much of a point. To him it was a sign of weakness to sharpen your claws on pelts who often lacked claws of their own.


    After all, far as he knew Psykos had only begun to show her face around BloodClan. He understood perfectly well that she wanted to establish her presence as a ripper but her methods were far less than subtle and he silently judged her for this.


    "Yeesh, no sense in scaring away an able bodied stranger, Psykos." The tom would purr sarcastically to the she-cat, before casting a genuine smile at the pendant wearing pet before them. In a way she reminded him of Fernonia and he could see that perhaps there was something dangerous buried in those wide doe-eyes.

    ✧ — "But Psykos already offered. Don't be impolite Ryland." There was already humor dripping from the words of the deputy as the monstrosity made her way forward although perhaps she should be resting and gathering her strength. Her kits were restless, kicking and push in her stomach and she could feel all of their movements. Perhaps it would be tomorrow or the next day but she did understand that she needed to prepare and soon. But the woman found herself here, eyes of the demented queen looking upon the figures of those that would call themselves Bloodclanners just like herself. Loyal to these city streets and the sounds that ever wavered in the air. Titling her head a bit she would look at the kittypet but she kept herself near Bune, eyes not flicking much to look at Holn after the incident. Her eyes were focused on the kittypet now and it was easy to see that the young feline had walked into no man's land here. It was dangerous and a Bloodclanner may not mind having a kittypet for a snack. Literally. There were tales of cannibals here and she allowed her pink tongue to flicked from her maw, brushing the muscle across her marred lips before she tilted her head and sat own.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ eyes wide with awe swept over every cat who appeared, for she was utterly fascinated by the sheer concept of these felines that she felt as if she should examine them closely. the first was a molly of creamy hue, faded striped painted upon her pelt, and a mask of chocolate framing silver eyes- then, a large grey tom with a gaze of emerald green, stoic in how he held himself. she'd never admit it, but these to in particular... scared her, a bit. intimidated her, she'd be more partial to. "oh, um-" she began, before in drifted another tom, holding himself rather loosely, who spoke in such a relaxed manner that he reminded her of zag and his own familiarity to her. rich orange and gold coated the body of another tom, whose words were directed toward the first, the graceful femme- and finally, in walked a hulking beast of a she cat, with two torn ears, no tail and the biggest claws she'd ever seen.


    missy did her best to hide the fear that this terrifying group (save for the funny brown-and-white one, and the orange tabby).


    "oh, i'm not lost! i know the city like the back of my paw," she hummed, her saccharine tone suiting the sweet smile that rested upon her maw. "i must have crossed your scent line, i gather? i'm terribly sorry, it wasn't my intention," missy apologised profusely, hoping she had not offended this strange group by treading upon their lands.


    "nothing much is 'popping', actually..." missy giggled at the strange expression, almost losing her train of thought as she did so, "i was simply looking to join your ranks," she said, hope in her amber gaze. hopefully they'd accept, rather than eat her for a midday snack.

    &&&---silence is golden

    He wasn't particularly brave, but he found his courage in odd places; more than fine wriggling his way to the forefront of the others to perch between Creature's massive paws as he examined the new cat. He was still new himself! Still learning all the smells, trying to figure out names, finding means to entertain himself with until he had new playmates. They were coming, he was told! Soon an entire litter of smaller kittens who would be his friends and siblings all in one go and he was excited for it. He had not gotten to play with many his age before, was too much of a bother for older cats and the like and even his old two-legs never paid him much mind. The idea of being able to actually act like a kit was very appealing.

    The brown splotched canvas of a kitten wriggled in place, tail held aloft and ears flat as he listened. So she WAS here to join, another BloodClanner he would have to remember and learn a way to say their name. So far they were easy, he was figuring out gestures that made enough sense if he emphasized his movements enough but for now it was a struggle to get his meaning across. In time he hoped he'd be easier to understand, no one seemed to mind here though. No one was cruel because he had no voice. What a strange thing that a group whose name bore blood was the safest place he'd been in during his short life thus far.


    Slithering from the depths of his home, the mangled healer’s nicked snowy figure slipped beside his pregnant mate. Sensitive pink-kissed hues taking in the clutter of colors that made up the stranger’s coat. Throat, silhouetted by a vibrant shade of pink. Rosy nose wiggling before mutilated jaws, drinking in the information her kittypet scent provided. The practitioner of herbs and poison alike, tipping his chin in greeting though he took the time to glance at his fellow clanmates. Some, as soft as feathers, perhaps joined to bloodclan for protection. The others, adorned the streets with protection.


    The kittypet spoke, a bit more at ease it seemed. Despite crossing the line that wrote the book of standing between life and death. She was no threat, and therefor, she was a pet beneath scrutiny of the spectrum before her. "What does one call you, or do you not have one?" he asked for her name, accent rolling from his barbed tongue. Eyeing the mute kitten now as he took throne at the beast’s paws, nonexistent muscles daring a smile that would never appear.


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    DIESEL'S STATS. & ART [UPD. 10/07]

    *:･ﾟ✧ the woman's silver crescents prowled across the growing group in defending silence, lingering across brute for a moment as the brute approached without a word, as if awaiting a response. next she found her features to settle upon rylands who was visual startled and uncomfortable by psykos, it made the woman's lips lift in a slight smirk. a soft laugh rolled from her tongue upon holn's words. he thought a doe-eyed, kittypet was able bodied? creature approached next, causing psykos to greet the other with a flick of her tail, humor finding her way across her features upon the other's words. if missy knew the city like the back of her paw, she knew she was crossing into bloodclan territory. every cat in the city with a brain knew where their borders were. either way missy came with a mission to join, she did have intentions. perhaps she was nervous, perhaps a bad liar. the siamese mix twitched her ear, discarding the thoughts away as her gaze didn't fall from missy. diesel slithered forth like a wraith from the shadows, raising a question towards the other before psykos lifted her chin slightly looking down on the other, "why would a kittypet like yourself want to join bloodclan?" she questioned. missy had a comfortable home, food, what drew her towards them. boredom, anger? the list could go on. missy seemed so innocent, perhaps it was a charade.


    "How rude." The words were light, full of teasing as the young tyro gave her clanmate a gentle tap of her tail in an otherwise silent approach. Ryland was a odd one, oddly humorous in his own special way. Seemed the pet got the whole clan meeting, similar in her own joining though she had not been quite so well kept. Why on earth would a spoiled cat seek to join them? Finding a spot near her parental figures in the clan, a glance would be tossed to Diesel in an attempt to read his thoughts. Healer or Deputy, the snowy tom knew well in the worth of people she felt and perhaps he could make sense of this.


    Fiery eyes looked over the tortoiseshell molly, shadows twisting in her mind at the distaste of the odd color of her collar. Apparently Sable hated pink. She seemed soft, gentle, and something Bloodclan's rippers would brag about mauling. The tyro's expression grew heavy, worries of her being chewed up and spit out growing by the minute. Pray to the shadows she was wrong, yet the prospects weren't very promising. "You're aware we are not for the faint of heart, yes? Pray this is not some foolish impulse of yours."


    ✦ ✧ ✦ bright eyes grew even brighter at the sight of a tiny kitten, one whom did not utter a single word. oh, how adorable! when missy had thought of bloodclan, she hadn't expected tiny kittens to be roaming about... and how lovely this little darling was. there was a pang in her chest, as she looked back in the direction of her apartment, envisioning zag sat there and cowering in fear as he watched her converse with these 'terrible beasts'. she hoped he wasn't too worried about her- she'd return to him safe and sound, no doubt about that! she was sure he'd be surprised to hear how surprisingly pleasant these bloodclan cats had been.


    another feline appeared, a smile carved into his jaw, and he scrutinised her viciously with bright pink eyes. what a strange combination- oh, she'd never seen anything like him! he was utterly fascinating, and not in the most pleasant way, though she held her judgement for the moment. "i thought i'd already said!" she giggled, looking away in embarrassment. had she seriously forgotten to give her name? "my name's missy." the tortoiseshell spoke, puffing out her chest slightly in pride. it really was a lovely name, wasn't it? zag had always told her so.


    the one from earlier with the graceful gait spoke again, asking of her intentions. oh, boy, what a doozy! she wasn't quite sure... and as sable spoke, she laughed nervously. a foolish impulse? she supposed she could call it that... so, it was improv time! "oh, no, of course not! i want to join because... i want, like, a taste of a new life! something different, something exciting... i want to do something rather than just mill around all day chatting to zag," she murmured- ah, there had ended up being some truth to her words, hadn't they? she wanted to prove she was more than just a pretty face, more than just a foolish pet... though, she wasn't quite sure how.

    &&&---silence is golden

    Hal caught the sudden glance his way, froze under the stare briefly before relaxing when her expression shifted more towards one of warmth than any sort of coldness. She seemed nice enough to him, though BloodClan wasn't exactly renown for its niceness nor did they really look for that sort of thing in its members. They were all cut throat to some degree, hardened combatants and vicious killers when the need arises. But past the bloody depths was a clan that protected its own and knew where it stood in the world, unafraid to take a stance and unyielding to bend to outside beliefs. You couldn't really knock that kind of confidence. It was part of why he liked it here, he wanted that confidence for himself. Since he couldn't speak he needed to be able to make himself heard in other ways.

    The bicolored kitten rose to stand stiffly, tail lifting to lightly brush against his mother's leg before he plodded forward without hesitation to the kittypet to stand directly in front of her. His nose wrinkled at the familiar smell of two-legs, though not his olds ones, and he leaned forward and sat up with his orange eyes narrowed to look at her face with more scrutiny before nodding once and glancing back curiously to his clanmates with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. Why not?

    ✧ — Her eyes cut down to her son and she blinked slowly, taking in his facial features and the way he moved. A light sigh left the woman before she flicked her gaze back up to the kittypet that to her was using Bloodclan for her own gain. It didn't set well with her and her claws tapped against the ground slowly. A note that rang in the air around her and shivered her frame although she hadn't moved yet. "That's cute. So cute...." She murmured to herself as she watched the kittypet with a growing since of slight annoyance and intrigue although she was carefully constructing her thoughts and allowing herself a moment. She had been given the power to allow cats to join and she also saw that as a detriment in the way that her own views and mind worked. A slow grin spread marred lips as the haunting queen dipped her head. "Something exciting and something new. Very well. But I'll let you know now, Bloodclan is not some thrill ride for you to get your kicks from. You will do your part or you will be mauled on these streets. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Creature."