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    I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

    I'll get you up and going out of bed — tags

    //retro to flame's possession!


    A tall, slender white molly moved towards the ThunderClan border, her nose twitching, making sure she didn't cross over the scent markers. Her light blue eyes were fixed on her goal - ThunderClan's territory. She wasn't just here to explore, she had come with a purpose, though she already understood why she might be rejected.


    The strong, unfamiliar scent, pressumably ThunderClan scent, which had been tickling her nostrils for a while now was starting to become very powerful, and so the young molly assumed that she had reached the border. She sat down, relaxing, making sure that any cat who came across her wouldn't see her as a threat. Buttercup would hate to scare anyone.


    Azalea was beautiful - a molly of a dainty build, with small, delicate paws. Her light blue eyes, like the sky on a fine day, complimented her soft, snow white fur. She carried a strong scent of kittypet, which she hoped wouldn't repel any ThunderClanners. If the ThunderClanners agreed with what she had to say, she wouldn't be a kittypet anymore anyway.


    Was she nervous? Maybe, slightly. Azalea hoped that whoever encountered her wouldn't be hostile, though she knew that there was a decent chance that they would be. Still, the young feline decided to think positively. It was something she was very good at. After all, someone needed to stay positive and cheerful, in order to help out those who were less happy, in order to support them.


    And so Azalea waited, pretty blue eyes gazing out into the forest that she hoped she would soon be able to call her home.


    "I felt pain"

    It was an odd thing to imagine a small thing like her could be an apex predator of this forest. Her paws gilded in blackened shadows had her gliding easily through the ferns, nimble body bending and twisting to avoid any unnecessary brushes or noise to alert her prey. Unfortunately for Briarheart, the prey scent that greeted her would not be that of a mouse or a squirrel. Her muzzle contorted in displeasure, the rancid reek of kittypet was strong along the border and a low rumble began in her chest.

    Green eyes hardened and sharpened like glass, she would continue to stalk forward a short distance and it wasn't long until her quarry came into sight. Pristine white fur and blue eyes sat in a soft face, too well groomed and cared for to be anything but a kittypet. The two were both beautiful in their own ways, the soft perfectionistic beauty that came with an easy life, versus the rugged and violent allure of a body that was built from stress and the struggles of survival. Emerging from the bushes, her eyes held no trace of kindness. Better than rogues, kittypets were soft and weak. Non-threatening... but still untrustworthy, they didn't know what survival entailed when their twolegs fed them pellets on a fixed schedule, didn't know the burn of ones muscles after a long day nor the sharp pain of ones blood being freed from their veins in a battle.
    She would come to a halt on her side of the border, head held high and prideful despite her short stature and claws very slightly and deliberately unsheathed.

    The stared the other she-cat down for a moment before arching a metaphoorical brow, glancing over Azalea's shoulder with a deliberate stare. "I don't see any twolegs here... you lost?" Her words while definitely snarky, were not meant to be entirely unkind. It wasn't often that kittypets chose to leave their lives of comfort for the life the senior warrior and the rest of ThunderClan endured on a daily basis.


    "speech"



    it's all just chemicals anyway —— tags.

    Cats at the border were common, so as long as they didn't seem to be posing any threat on a good day the calico would simply come and stand at the border and ask "what do you want?" before waiting for a reply. Which... would be the case today, but Briarheart was already doing the talking which she appreciated. She wasn't amazing at talking with cats outside of ThunderClan, listening in was much easier for her and probably better for ThunderClan... It was something she needed to work on though. The feline here today was younger, white fur blue eyes, smelled just like any other kittypet. Maybe she was just lost... but it looked as if she was aware this was the ThunderClan border and she was waiting for someone. An invisible brow raises as she awaits for the other to talk.


    ~ When it storms, find the rainbow. When it's dark, find the stars ~

    Info — Blazingpaw | 11 moons | Female | Apprentice | ThunderClan | Interaction: —



    The slender somali had a lot on her mind as she walked along the ThunderClan border. Her peridot gaze fixated on the leaf littered floor before her, Blazingpaw hadn't realized how close she came to the growing group until voices were heard ahead. Her russet tail twitched out of curiosity as she stepped forward, emerging from the fronds to see Briarheart and Pumpkinstrut with a beautiful white Molly close by. She reeked of Two-Legs, most likely someone's pet. Her smile would cross her angular features as the apprentice approached, dipping her head in greeting. "Hello!" She would chirp, her pierdot gaze brimming with nothing but friendliness.

    "My name is Blazingpaw! Who are you?" At her question, the younger fae would tilt her head at the alabaster newcomer. She's so pretty...I wish I was pretty like her. A flare of envy would brew in her chest, causing her to feel small against Azalea's elegance.

    TAGS ☆彡another kittypet... great. nose twitching, and slightly crinkling back, the red tabby would stop, staying off to the side. she didn't have anything particularly useful to say, and even if she did, she doubted it'd particularly be nice, at any rate. instead, she'd watch on with a partially narrowed amber gaze.

    I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

    I'll get you up and going out of bed — tags

    It didn't take long for several she cats to appear. Three of them spoke, while the fourth stayed silent. Azalea listened carefully, her tall, pointy ears pricked, her gentle blue gaze flicking from each cat as they spoke, making sure that they knew that they had her full attention. She didn't butt in or interrupt, instead waiting patiently for everyone to finish talking.


    Once everyone was done, the slender molly responded to each cat one by one. Addressing the first cat, a muscular dark tortoiseshell, the tall she cat laughed softly. "Oh, no! I meant to come here, believe it or not!" She let out a giggle, her voice drifting through the air. This cat had spoken in a snarky manner, but that didn't mean that Azalea had to respond in the same way. Everyone deserved to be treated with kindness after all.


    Her blue gaze flicked past the second cat, deciding it was best to answer her question last. The cat she addressed next was younger, and much more friendly by the looks of things. "Hello Blazingpaw!" she greeted the russet furred cat cheerfully. "I'm Azalea, it's a pleasure to meet you!" She smiled gently at the younger cat, waving her tail in a friendly manner.


    She offered a warm smile to the forth cat, another younger one, to let her know that she was aware of her presence and that she wasn't a threat. Then, Azalea looked back towards the second feline to approach - a calico she cat, asking what she wanted. The young molly wasn't sure how to answer that question, but she had to say something. "I was wondering if I could join your group? There are lots of cat scents here, so I'm assuming that there's a lot of you!" she paused briefly, thinking out what she would say next. "I understand if you can't accept me, but I thought I should try anyway. If you do take me on, I promise I'll work my tail off learning how to be one of you, and I'll try my best to be useful!" Azalea wasn't sure if her proposition had been convincing enough, but she supposed that she would just have to wait and see.


    "I felt pain"