constellations – awkward intro

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    Twitchy is, well, twitchy, perched high above the ground in BloodClan's chapel. He had taken to climbing it as soon as they found their home here, scrabbling to vantage points with skillful leaps and bounds. It was the one thing he was good at, staying out of sight. Even from his own clanmates. Not to say that he's hiding, of course he's not hiding, they're his clanmates, his — his family? He's never been very good at the idea of family, he's never really had one. But that's what he's supposed to have here, and Twitch does his best to accept that even when he's curling up in the rafters to avoid speaking to them. (Avoiding them is different from hiding from them; it is.) And sometimes...sometimes he doesn't like that he avoids them, because he peers down at them laughing and sharing tongues on the church pews and his chest starts doing a funny thing.


    So with a habitual twitch of his whiskers and his tail, the young tom slinks down, gripping the wood as tightly as he can with thorny claws. This is one of the few moments that he can be graceful, his body twisting and free until his paws land silently on the ground again. He remains crouched, staring between the few BloodClanners with wide eyes. Then, slowly, he straightens up. "Hi. Sorry. I didn't — didn't mean to interrupt or anything. I just." He clears his throat, voice suddenly very small. "Hi."






    ❝ CAN'T WAIT TO BE KING ! ❞

    — nathanos

    tags — bloodclan — deputy — played by sheogorath

    He had been conversing with another BloodClanner about a hunting patrol, his mutilated facial features struck by a beam of cascading sunlight that shot through a dusty chapel window, upturned gums revealing lethal fangs, an empty socket lacking one precious eye, ripped from it's place in the skull and thrust into oblivion by vicious talons. His torn and tattered ears are like war-flags upon his scarred head, huge frame that possessed old lacerations like ribbons lacing his earthen hued, bronze coat of thick fur. So caught up in his conversation was he, the infamous BloodClan deputy almost didn't notice Twitchy's arrival to the scene. Now that he's heard his graceful approach, Nathanos swings his mighty skull toward the other feline's direction, and allows a single eye of blistering gold to focus with soul piercing intensity upon the BloodClanner before him. The voice of Twitchy is small, and the savage devil wondered if he might be nervous. "Why hello there, laddie!" The monster greeted cheerfully, his voice bold and thunderous, dripping from mutilated jaws to explode into the chilly wintry atmosphere. "Did ya need somethin'?" Nathanos inquired curiously, his voice thickly accented. He didn't know much about Twitchy, if he was being honest, but he certainly was willing to learn.

    Bleat had been relaxing on a pew next to Nathanos, idly listening to stern discussions about patrols and the like. The Scottish Fold had been internally debating weather or not to offer his services, mind racing with thoughts of broken collars and blood-splattered dogs chewing up cats like candy. “I need to be brave...” the perpetually-terrified Tyro was about to ask to join a future patrol, when he spotted something out of the corner of his observant amber optics.


    A figure was huddled on the rafters of the great cathedral, watching the proceedings taking place far below. Instantly, the coward’s mind jumped to the worst. “Is he a spy? Or an assassin? I don’t want to be assassinated!” The goat’s eyes went wide and mouth went dry as the mysterious figure climbed down to ground level with ease and grace comparable to that of an angel. All he could do was press himself into the wall, hoping to pass through the rotten wood and into safety’s warm embrace.


    That was, until, the stranger spoke. “He sounds...nervous?” Curious concrete paws stepped forwards and off of the pew, towards Twitchy. “H-Hi. I-I don’t think you’re i-interrupting anything. I’m B-Bleat, by the w-way. I think you looked r-really cool c-coming d-down here. S-Scary, but c-cool.”

    While he wasn't anywhere near the other two Bloodclanners, he was still seated upon a pew, pulling his barbed tongue across his paw-pad mindlessly. His short attention span was however immediately snagged by the sounds of movement, sheltered up high by shadows in the rafters, protected by thick curtains of dust-filled shafts of light. A mittened paw dropped from his mouth as his gaze followed the other tuxedo down to the wooden floorboards below. The other two Bloodclanners present watching him as well, silence cleaved by the most awkward self-introduction he'd ever heard. "Hahaha!" He laughed from his place, immediately betraying his previously quiet presence. He stayed sitting near the back, amused grin lighting up his black-and-white features, "Speak up, man! I can barely hear you- hahaha!" He stared unblinkingly at the tom- trying and failing to put a name to the face. The fact he'd been perched up high without being noticed by neither he nor his fellow clanmates had however piqued the businessman's interest. Perhaps a pair of hidden eyes and ears could come in handy.... Especially given the felonious nature of the business he ran.


    He filed it away into his list of potential ventures, a charming smile set cooly upon his face as the horizons began to expand before his very eyes. "You like sneakin' around?" He then prompted effortlessly, deciding to make idle conversation with the boy as if he hadn't just laughed at him moments prior.

    Oh that's — well this isn't a good start at all, is it? This is really not a good start. He should have stayed up in the rafters. As soon as he stretches himself out, Twitchy is immediately beginning to sink back in. He hadn't seen — the angle — that's Nathanos. He hadn't interrupted anything, right? And his eye, oh jeez. "Hi," he repeats very softly, just on reflex, and then remembers to say no with twitching (there's gotta be a cinnamon synonym for that, right?) ears and a sharp shake of his head. "No I was just getting l-lonely up there. I didn't mean to interrupt anything, sorry." Or...scare anyone? What?


    That ends up being something Twitchy has to mouth several times, rather faintly, before he manages to croak out a very flat, "What." Which sounds kinda dumb, to be honest. "No?" Wait, that sounds stupid too. "I mean I'm — I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry. I think I'm more scared of you than you are of me, I mean. You know." But the tomcat genuinely smiles, for a moment at ease and not twitchy on edge. "Everyone calls me Twitchy. Or Twitch, or Twitches. Take your pick! I don't mind."


    It feels good to get some recognition, and also to meet someone that doesn't make him immediately want to crouch as small as he can. Much like one of those Twoleg things that fold and unfold down the stairs, he begins to stretch out again. And just as soon, he's wanting to curl up again. Two-colored eyes go wide, heart thump thump thumping, and his chin ducks to his downy chest only to jerk up again at the — the question? The accusation? "No," he protests, though weakly, "I just...sit there, I'm not sneaking. Or listening. Just — just sitting." Despite the other tuxedo's laughing criticism, his volume shrinks and shrinks.

    'No.' His smile remained as his skull tilted to the side, a malicious curiosity taking to his bi-color features. "No?" He echoed, feigning something like surprise in both voice and expression. He couldn't blame the tom for hiding- if he didn't have to see Nathanos' ugly mug ever again he'd choose that fate any day. Unfortunately he had a Web to spin, and that required working closely with the brutes that mingled on the ground floor. If Twitchy simply wanted to flutter around the rafters like a caged bird simply to avoid Bloodclan's unsightly inhabitants, Sinclair would be the last to blame him. "You just sit up there? Not— not doing anything?" The skeptic's tongue flashed through for a moment as an impish smile passed across his face. He shrugged passively, lifting a paw to his mouth in indifference, "But hey— Hey I won't blame you if you are.. Listening..." He chuckled then, figuring it wouldn't hurt to wind him up just a bit with a casual jab.






    ❝ CAN'T WAIT TO BE KING ! ❞

    — nathanos

    tags — bloodclan — deputy — played by sheogorath

    The presence of Bleat and Sinclair became swiftly obvious as their voices cut through the dusty shadow. Nathanos maintained his focus upon Twitchy, however, a wicked smile crossing his scarred, half mutilated facial features. "You didn't interrupt, laddie! It's quite alright. If ye need anything, let me know." The tabby brute offered smoothly, his long tail flicking through the cold and bitter air surrounding his huge frame. He'd allow Twitchy to talk with Bleat and Sinclair without his interference, though he most certainly would be listening with pricked ears, even if they were both half missing in terms of flesh, tattered war-flags atop a ripped skull. He could still hear, and his appearance hardly mattered to the brute. So what he was horrifyingly ugly? In his one eye, he'd always be the most handsome cat in town, even if nobody else could see it. Except...Eaglestar. The image of his former mate flashed through his mind and for a moment, Nathanos' smile dropped away. With a grunt, the devil mentally shook the vision from his thoughts and turned back toward the NPC he had been discussing patrols with, prepared to resume their conversation.

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    FERNONIA 'FERN' BLOODCLAN

    There wasn't a lot of cats that the head guard didn't know. She knew most of the clan as she was supposed to know most of the members. However, there were a few faces that she didn't know. The head guard came up behind Nathanos and a few others. "What's going on here?" She was curious on who this new cat was. The head guard had always wondered what was going on.

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