walking on a red carpet | joint intro/joining

YOUNG AND DIPPED IN FOLLY

➾ despite being four moons old, pure glee and curiosity overtook the kit as she plopped the first of her four paws onto the snow. it was both unpleasantly cold and soft. a subtle crunch was emitted whenever her white paws blended with the snow and vanished. the black and auburn furred kitten placed each of her feet in a corresponding hole left by her mother. it was a fun game to pass the time as the journey seemed like it began an eternity ago. invested in her made-up game, citrine was oblivious to the jingles emitted by the collars of numerous other kittypets. they had begun to sit on top of their wooden fences, watching onyxia and her kits with almost unanimous disapproval.

small bits of their whispers and conversations began grabbing citrine's attention. her ears perked at words like 'violence' and 'wild'. it was enough to make any kit run back home to their comforting twolegs. the young kit turned her head back and suddenly realized how far away from home they were. she'd never traveled so far and an unsettling dread began gnawing at her stomach. where were they headed? who lived there? the young kit was snapped out of her anxiety by the sound of onyxia's voice. her mother always had a sweet way with words, even when her little sibling was being carried by the scruff. it instantly relaxed citrine and the fur that had been standing up slowly lowered.

"coming mother!" citrine trotted up to onyxia with a pep in her step. she could face anything as long as her mother was there. citrine's determination quickly faded to slight disgust however. there was a metallic scent in the air mixed with something that she couldn't quite put her nose on. the small trio seemed to be getting closer and closer to the smell. citrine's greenish-amber eyes flickered up to her mother's. there was almost a hint of joy and relief in onyxia's eyes. something about the smell was distinctly familiar as well. it smelled like home but it wasn't the twolegs' place. it was a real home.

- interacting with onyxia -

"SPEECH" thoughts

IN LOVE WITH THE MELANCHOLY

NATHANOS - BLOODCLAN RIPPER - TAGS AND INFORMATION

Lurking upon the coppery scented border was a monstrous creature, a half faced feline of huge proportions, with thick, stocky limbs wrapped in rippling muscle, and long strands of earthen hued fur laced in muddy ribbons. Scars sliced across the beastly feline's luxurious coat, clumps of glacial, alabaster snow clinging stubbornly to trailing strands of the tabby's low hanging belly hair. Nathanos had a single eye, an explosive, volcanic cauldron locked within glassy confines that boiled and swirled with fiery rage, and the soul piercing vision of that burning optic scanned the marked border for any sign of disturbance, for the slightest hint of trespassers. As large, rounded mallets for paws crunched through the frosted ivory that blanketed man-made earth, the scent of a stranger drifted into flaring nostrils to snag the nightmare's sharp attention. He immediately increased his regal pace to intercept the newcomer.

The three cats he found upon the border were none other than a mother and her kits. He wondered if the little scraps of fur were freezing, tucked within the embrace of the chilled and bitter wind. Nathanos tried to look presentable, despite his mangled appearance. He allowed a gentle smile to drift across his half ruined maw, reinforced weaponry slicing through the ice that dragged at his huge, broad shouldered frame. The closer he got to the trio, the more something began to strike his thoughts. The kits themselves were strangers that presented no emotions from the brute, asides from perhaps, light concern about their exposure to the cold at such a young age. The mother, though, something about her set off a blaze within the ripper's twisted mind, and his blistering gaze narrowed into one flaming dagger as the beast continued to analyze her features.

It struck him like a ton of bricks in an instant. First, Briarkit had returned, and now Sootpaw, his sister, awaiting the presence of others beside the border, a joiner, perhaps? Thrilled to see another one of his siblings alive after so many moons, the brute leaped into a prancing gait, his small, gentle smile breaking into something broad and wide, revealing rows of stained and lethal razor tipped teeth. "Sootpaw!" That was likely not her name anymore, but it was the only name Nathanos knew her by. "It's me, yer brother! Tigerpaw! Nathanos now though, heh." He sounded cheerful enough, bright and shrill, the deep baritone of his voice emitted from powerful vocals. The dark pupil of his one eye shifted toward the forms of the two kits. "You have a family?" The brute sounded proud, and quite pleased. First Briarkit, and now Sootpaw. He was starting to think that maybe he shouldn't be so quick to give up on family after all.