Sweet like cherry wine ;; O, intruder?

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    *:･ﾟ➵ Now, generally, Wolfrunner knew to stay inside windclan's borders. Going outside of them was dangerous and could cause unneeded conflict between the clans, so she tried her best to keep her wanderings to the moor and the moor alone. But today she had forgotten to do that. Maybe she had just gotten lost in thought and didn't realize, or perhaps the wind was blowing scent markers away from her so she didn't notice, but somehow she had gotten herself far from windclan and the forested clans. The lilac she cat was stalking her way through the two-leg place without a care in the world. She had passed by a few kitty pets already and shared friendly hellos, but the soft house cats had been frightened by her well muscled frame. They would retreat back to their gardens to gossip about the little wild cat stalking their streets, leaving her alone and a little hurt at their treatment. She meant no harm to them after all.


    After a while she finally came to rest beside a small yellow cottage, she was getting hungry now and it was well past sunhigh. The small she cat wondered if she could catch something here among the hustle and bustle of a two leg town and trained her wide set ears in search of prey. She heard the heavy steps of a twoleg inside the cottage beside her, the panting of a dog made her fur bristle, but it was inside so she told herself it would be no danger to her. A monster roared by a few streets away, it's scent making Wolfrunner's lips curl. She couldn't sense anything besides gross two-legs and their monsters. She let out a frustrated huff and stood up. Fine. She would catch something in her own territory. Hopefully she could get back before night fall.


    Anubys

    //It's ok for anyone to post before anubys just don't kick her out or anything before they meet. Thanks!


    Anubys was simply padding around the streets in search for items. He ran on a strange time schedule these days- he'd often wake up late in the day, hunt when the moon was in full height, and would go back to his den to sleep as the sun started to rise. Today was no exception. However, he did smell a familiar, but unexpected scent of a Windclan cat. Why were they all the way out here?, he wondered. He set his shining sapphires upon the younger feline, harmless curiosity sparking within them. He slowly approached her as to not startle her, his small frame still aching from the raid. “Hello. Are you lost? You surely don't seem like you're from around here...” He asked the other, voice calm and unthreatening, but monotonous nonetheless.

    “SPEECH”

    ATTACK

    *:･ﾟ➵ Wolfrunner jumped back at the sudden voice, lilac fur bristling, having been too trained on searching for the sounds of prey around her she didn't even notice another cat approaching. He seemed friendly enough so she almost allowed her fur to flatten and nearly offered a friendly smile until the smell of bloodclan came flooding into her senses. Her fur came bristling back again and her yellow eyes widened with uncertainty and fear. "B-b-bloodclan.. you're.. you're bloodclan." She rasped out, backing away slowly from the other feline. Wolfrunner wasn't one to have irrational fears but she had been told the stories of bloodclan since she was a kit. A fear of the treacherous clan was ingrained into her mind from the horrible stories even if she had seen nothing herself to prove their validity. "I'm-I'm sorry I just got uh.. just got lost. I'll be go, uh, going. I'm sorry Mr. Bloodclanner."


    He realized he had frightened the poor girl. “Yes, I am, a, uh, Bloodclan cat, but- Not all of us are like those stories they tell you, you know.” He said. “I'm Anubys. Bloodclan took me in when I ran away from my life of difficulty and constant harm... Before Bloodclan, I was homeless, and before I was homeless, my family... wasn't too nice to me, to say the least. You see, not all of Bloodclan is evil like others seem to believe.” He sighed. “After they took me in, I strived forward to restore honor to Bloodclan's name, but I am well aware we don't have the best of history with your clan...” He realized he had spilled way too much information and was probably scaring her more than need be. “Sorry for- uh, talking your ears off there... What's your name?” He asked, trying his best to seem friendly and open to the other. It had been a while since he spoke to another cat, which was probably why he was talking so much; he had been stuck in a anti-social rut ever since his sleep schedule changed from nights to days.

    “SPEECH”

    ATTACK

    [&] ASPEN

    Aspen wasn't one for watching from the bushes. He had that done to him when he had been having a conversation with Hemera one time by Sergei. For that reason, he tried his best to never listen in, mostly because of the embarrassment that had flushed his cheeks when he had seen the tom coming from the undergrowth. However; Aspen couldn't help but stand back and watch as well as listen. The conversation seemed to take a turn he hadn't expected. He didn't think a stranger would be scared of one of their members in the way this feline had- that had never happened before that Aspen had specifically seen himself. He was sure this had occurred before, he just hadn't been there to see it.


    As the Bloodclan member spoke, Aspen would find his way to where the pair was gathered and dip his head to the stranger, trying his best to be as welcoming as he could be given the situation. "Hello, what you two going on about?" Aspen asked, his eyes drifting back and forth between them before landing finally on Wolfrunner. "My names Aspen." he introduced.



    *:･ﾟ➵ Wolfrunner slowly, very slowly, allowed his lilac fur to flatten. She was acting like a kit! And now she was rightly embarrassed. The she cat sat down, wrapped her ruffled tail around her paws, and brought a paw up to her ear to smooth her bedraggled fur. "Sorry, sorry I guess I just got... startled." She hummed, pausing in her grooming to cast golden eyes on anubys. He seemed friendly enough, she had to admit. Then she jumped again when another voice joined in the conversation. And, he seemed friendly as well? Wolfrunner was fully confused now. Where were the bloodthirsty cats of legend from the stories?


    Anubys gave her a lighthearted chuckle, forcing a small smile upon his face to try and show he was friendly. “It's quite alright,” He started. “Lots of clan cats only see one side of Bloodclan and think that's it. But I assure you, lots of us are nice!” His sapphires looked to the ground and he faded his smile. “But there are still others that... That do unfortunately live up to what other clans expect them to be...” He sighed, remembering Wrathion's capture. “But, I understand where you're coming from, miss... you are a 'miss', right...?” His words toned down to a small mumble. “I don't think I've caught your name?” He asked more clearly. What kind of name would this she-cat have? He had met one named Mottlewish before, but this cat was different, very different. Maybe... Lilacbrush? Greyclaw? Dovefur? Or something more powerful, like Windstorm or Cloudrage... could Cloudrage even be a name? What kind of name would Anubys get if he were to be a clan cat?

    “SPEECH”

    ATTACK