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    ✦ ✧ ✦ oh, what had she gotten herself into? it was rather disheartening, the fact that such a brash decision of hers had landed her having to be associated with murderers and cats that resembled minions of the antichrist. though, she had been learning a couple of nifty techniques, an effort to do her bit so she wasn't disliked by everyone there. but really, the femme couldn't wait to go home every night, talk to zag and snuggle up to her housefolk. some days she wouldn't even come here. and she was not going to take that awful blood oath thing if it was the last thing she did. they could kill her for it.


    about noon she would come to camp with a rat hanging between her jaws, and after warily checking her surroundings to ensure no-one she didn't like was approaching her, missy sat down and leant to take a bite of this creature. usually she wouldn't stoop so low, but her owners had forgotten to feed her than morning and she was absolutely starving. with a grimace on her face, she braced herself for the taste-


    ah, she was right. swallowing reluctantly, the tortoiseshell screwed up her face, wide amber eyes looking with longing in the direction of her apartment. did everything here have to be so awful?

    NATHANOS

    Nathanos did not like Missy, so when he saw her enter the church with a rat between her jaws, he nearly frowned. But that was a well kept secret of his. The half faced brute had never informed Missy of his dislike of her, though she herself had made her disgust of him quite evident. Nevertheless, Nathanos had maze-like plans with various branching paths lurking amidst the confines of his mind, built with tactical precision, like a player aiming for checkmate in the game of chess. So, after plastering a cheerful smile across his mutilated facial features, Nathanos strode confidently toward Missy, his thickly furred tail waving through the chilled atmosphere. "Why, hello there dearie!" The brute practically purred, his voice smooth and glazed in sweet honey. He noted her dislike of the rat flesh. A shame, as he quite enjoyed the savory saltiness of the rodents. "That's a wonderful catch you've got there. Well done!" Nathanos complimented, his blistering gaze sparkling with firelight. He wasn't actually impressed, but he certainly sounded as if he was. That was something he took pride in. The beast could sound genuine and honest while telling even the most devilish of lies.

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    Rat was absolutely disgusting. How the bulk of the clan lived off eating the vermin was beyond him. It was grainy and stringy, and their beady red eyes stared soullessly from the shadows right up until the moment their skull is crushed between your teeth. Brittle bones, greasy, black hairs and scaled tails. The thought made his insides writhe with disgust. Had no one a shred of dignity in this horrid place?

    Since striking his deal with Snapdragon he'd managed to yield a small fortune of avian prey before she left.. Before even allowing him to fulfill his end of the bargain. Her loss, but he couldn't go back to eating rats, now that his tongue had tasted such divine, succulent meat as a songbird's.

    He sauntered over the gravelly earth toward her, jaded olive tracing along the disgust etched into her face as she made her way through her catch. Before he could open his jaws to speak, a massive, brown cat appeared before him, half of his face some ugly, pink patch of scab. He knew nothing of the tom, except for the fact that he was quite ugly. "No need to be sarcastic," He chided with a toothy smile as he moseyed over the space between the pair and himself, "Rats are disgusting."

    He already had his deal poised on the tip of his tongue, an offer, the perfect time to strike when his future client was most vulnerable. He paused, gaze flickering to the monstrous tom for a moment. "Hey—uh ..... I can get you something that tastes... a little better, if you want." A sly smile followed his pitch- calm, smooth exterior never failing as he expertly hinted his intentions.

    Rats—one of the worst things Ryland has ever tasted, and unfortunately, the main dish of Bloodclan. He can't fathom how they can crown them as their magnum opus, their creme of the crop, let alone even stomach them in the first place. Not only are they physically unappealing, but they're definitely lacking on the taste front, too. Oily, pungent, gamey... Perhaps a Windclanner might like them, as they bear a striking resemblance to rabbit. But their lifestyles add an extra layer of bad taste, what with their love of rummaging through the filth and grime produced by twolegs. Riddled with disease, usually scrawny, and with gnarly overgrown teeth caked with foul-smelling crud of unknown origin... He can't understand how Bloodclan can push them down, especially when they have a nice supply of birds that are much better tasting than the mere rat.


    But that's just how Bloodclan is, huh?


    As he trails a little ways behind Sinclair, he momentarily can't believe his eyes when he sees Missy crouched over her kill—eating the most disgusting meal that she could ever have the displeasure of tasting. Missy! Someone with a constant supply of twoleg food, someone who can get table scraps for looking cute, is eating a rat. He nearly exclaims in disbelief as his strides quicken, and he bounds forward to stand next to Sinclair, his nose scrunched up in obvious disgust. "Missy? You're really gonna eat that?" he asks in surprise, remembering his own first rat, which had been equally disgusting. He doesn't want that for her. Nathanos may like them, but he's... Him. With half his face ripped off and a collar studded with claw and tooth, rats seem to suit him, honestly. With a brief, slightly unsettled glance at the much larger tom, who complimented the kill, he slightly crouches next to Sinclair, somewhat hiding himself away from Nathanos. He's big, scary, and ugly—Sinclair, meanwhile, is dashing. It's a much better view. Now that he feels slightly safer to be hidden away from the murderous cat of his nightmares, he looks back to Missy, narrowing gray eyes slightly as Sinclair offers something better. "Yeah, you should eat somethin' better. Y'know, I like pigeons more. Can you hunt birds yet?"


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    She doesn't belong here, Crow stated bluntly, dull gray eyes lifted from her nearby resting place, tired and dismissive-a hint of disdain tainting them as she looked at those gathered-as she let her statement hang coldly in the air. She meant it. Missy was stupid, soft, and way too prideful to live within Bloodclan-too honest in Crow's own opinion-and those were not those who were needed in here. Or maybe that's how Bloodclan was now. Soft, useless, and little meek weaklings. Pathetic.


    It'd be best to leave her in the cold alone. She's more trouble than she is useful, Crow finally said, her gray eyes drifting upon the three toms before landing right on Missy herself, gray eyes hardening with that same dismissive, disinterested look she gives everyone yet it was colder, harder. She flicked an ear, rising to her paws and stretching with her black shadowy back rising like a crest before she bowed, long, dangerous claws digging into the ground before she dropped down, walking past the gathered cats. She turned before she left, gaze falling on Missy again and her words were cold as she spoke again.


    And if you were to ask me, she's useless.


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    Before Missy can say anything, a she-cat Ryland hasn't met before chimes into the small gathering of cats, and in normal basic Bloodclanner fashion, she immediately goes off into the usual—Missy doesn't belong here, she should die, she's trouble, she's useless... And where has he heard that before? Lifting one invisible eyebrow, the scraggly tom chuckles under his breath, flicking bored gray eyes over to Crow. He looks unimpressed, that's for sure. Missy is his friend, ish—he's not just going to let some pretentious cat talk to her like that. "You missed one specific detail," he says cheekily, offering her a very clearly, purposefully fake smile. "See, nobody asked your opinion. Sorry 'bout that." With that simple statement, he turns away, flicking the tip of his tail briefly as he focuses back onto Missy and her meal, inspecting it carefully. "Hey, at least you're hunting, Missy. Whatever you can get's better than nothin'."

    ✦ ✧ ✦ rather soon it seemed as if all hell was breaking loose. first came nathanos, spitting sugary-sweet, saccharine words in a way she had never seen him do so in a non-deceptive way. though, perhaps he truly was complimenting her- wouldn't that be a turn? there was clear confusion on her face as she spoke, and she couldn't help but slightly furrow her brows as her brain desperately tried to comprehend the fact that he was being nice to her. "uhm... thank you, i suppose. though it doesn't really taste like a 'wonderful catch'," she mused, voice sounding entirely befuddled and entirely disgusted at the level she had knocked herself down to. upon sinclair's approach, though, she at first thought he too was going to bother her with congratulatory words she didn't want, for she was not proud of her catch- but what he said was perhaps more surprising.


    his words intrigued her. something that tasted better...? but what might that be? this was so disgusting, he probably could have fed her dirt and she would have enjoyed it more... though, his words were rather enticing. there was a quality to the way he spoke that piqued her curiosity, and though she couldn't wait to get back home and munch on some kibble, missy found herself curious as to what this mystery offer might be. "you can? would you? how?" she asked hurriedly, hope in her voice and her mind clearly emptied of the rat she had taken one solitary bite out of. at ryland's arrival, the well-groomed femme found herself a lot more at ease- here was another she knew, who treated her nicely, whom she may even consider a friend of sorts in this awful concrete hell... and she did not blame him for his disdain when he saw what she had stooped down to.


    "oh, i wish i didn't have to, but i didn't get fed this morning, and..." she sighed, briefly, "i was so hungry..." at his mention of birds, bright tangerine eyes flickered from ryland to sinclair to ryland to sinclair, easily-impressed awe as bright and obvious as the light of the sun in her gaze. "birds? oh, i heard they taste nice! you simply must-"


    but then there was another voice, one full of disdain and hatred and everything she remembered she loathed about this place. this was the femme whom had snapped at her at the border, right? a pouty expression weaved itself upon missy's face, though at crow's harsh words she couldn't help but fold her ears back in embarrassment. tightening her jaw, she cast her eyes away, swallowing in shame even when her friend came to defend her. at ryland's words, she put on a brave face, furrowing her brows and announcing her agreement with certainty, "yeah!" yet on the inside she knew ninety-per-cent of cats here shared crow's beliefs.


    She'd frown, fur bristling sightly from the disgusting behavior of the two newest members. "You do not get to decide who stays and who goes, and you best remember that." Her voice was tossed harshly to crow, eyes narrowed and tail lashing. It'd take a moment or two for her normal stoic nature to return, eyes drifting to Missy with mild concern. She was pathetic by their standards, and her heart seemed hardly into it. Yet, she was a kittypet so how could one imagine she'd be thrilled to be here. "Missy, no one has shown you the ropes of being outside of the care of twolegs have they?" Sable would hesitate, a mild loathing at what would follow. "Do you want me to teach you child?" Sable was aware Missy was older than her, but with the stark contrast in skills it seemed she should be nothing more than a fresh tryo.



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    Nathanos did not know Sinclair or Ryland, but something about Sinclair made him feel a bit suspicious. Few cats in BloodClan had the kindness to offer something better for free, so what was it that Sinclair wanted from Missy? The brute was curious to know. "I like rats." Nathanos spoke out, smoothly and honestly, letting the conversation shift around him as Ryland addressed Missy, followed by his aunt, Crow. She seemed less than pleased with the kittypet's presence within BloodClan. He could understand that, of course, but the monstrous tom had a plot built within his mind, and as far as he knew, making friends was far better than making potential enemies. Nathanos was quite amused by how Ryland responded to Crow, but it would seem Sable was less so humored by Crow's words. Such a shame. They seemed to have no problem making enemies, so unlike Nathanos, who often preferred to keep his dislike secret, until the moment he lunged in for the killing bite. As the scene evolved around him, Nathanos kept his mouth shut, merely smiling toward all those that had gathered. If he wasn't missing half of his face, he might even look quite charming, but alas, life did not favor his features.

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    You decided to coddle the little soft fuzzball right where I was sleeping. You might as well have, Crow stated dismissively to Ryland, not caring for humor or the sarcasm in the tom's words. Beating around the bush was not intriguing to her.


    Crow's cold gaze shifted to Sable's and she looked unphased, ear flicking as she responded, Never said I did. But someone who spills our clans secrets and is rather useless when their twolegs aren't around is, well... Useless. They're a liability, The gaze flicked again and she added, blunt, A parasite. It's safer if she would stay home like a good kittypet. She shrugged though, casting a glance at Nathanos before she flicked her large fluffy tail. Shame, Bloodclan is now filled with soft-hearted, kittypet-sympathizers. No wonder the clans think they can boss us around. I hope Creature gets us back to our glory, She added aloud before trailing out of the room, tail flicking silently as she left the room with her brutal statement, gait relaxed.


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    (c) vespertine