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    ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

    She wished she knew more cats. Even as a loner, and a rouge, she had awlays longed for the genuine connection with another. To feel loved and be loved. Not by a mate or anything- but just by a friend. but no matter how hard she had pressed for it, no matter who she met, she didn't ever feel that connection. maybe it was a misfire somewhere in her brain- but she found it achingly difficult to become closer with somebody after the point of just becoming good 'friends'. Maybe it had been living on her own so long, or perhaps it had been just the fact she was raised as a rouge That would make sense if it wasn't for the fact she'd been this way as a kit. So how did she handle her inability to connect and her need to survive? She stole, she hunted, she marked her territory and she used her good looks and charms to get what she needed when she needed it. It hadn't really been a lonesome life- she didn't mind it much. But the older she got, the more she knew she needed a clan to call home. A bigger protection. And that's why she had came to the infamous Bloodclan.


    The ginger feline was sitting in the camp, her long and bushy tail flowing gently against the ground as she peered at the NPC's that walked by. oh, how she would kill for a mouse at this exact moment! If only she weren't being supervised like a kit by some of the odler and more curious npc members. The she-cat would open her maw after a few moments of watching the others play; she was too bored to just not interact with anyone! "Anyone up for a meet and greet?" she asked with a purr to anyone who would listen as she would slide down onto her belly- a smile on her maw. "Or perhaps someone could be a dear and fetch me a mouse." she commented with a gentle smile as she closed her eyes and awaited for the responses of her new den-mates.