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    She Cat || 26 moons || "Not your average house cat."


    Madeline's lip curled as she crossed BoneClan's border. What was that horrid smell? She shook her her long well-kept coat daintily. "Ruffians. Haven't they ever heard of a tongue bath?" Her light french accent rolled on her tongue... how she adored it. She'd come from rich house folk, they were all she knew. Yet why would she leave them? -Because the call of the wild had beckoned her? No. She was here on strict business terms. She was about the age now where she craved a mate, someone to have her kits with. So she came here, hoping to find someone who fit her standards. Madeline drew her tongue over her chest fur, wanting to look her best. Her pink collar crested with a few tiny gems, contrasted with her deep blue eyes, making her seem fragile and unfit for the forest life.

    [shadow=black,left]Relik.[/shadow]


    Relik loved BoneClan's territory--he simply loved it. It was so fascinating; so fascinating indeed. Everything contained in his clan's territory was curious; and his feelings towards the environment were warm. It wasn't like him, to enjoy something so much.


    And on that day, he wasn't doing any pointless "patrols"--he was just wandering around, his eyes half-closed as he listened to his thoughts. He loved connecting all of his thoughts--it was so fun, so interesting. He was so absorbed in this, that he didn't even notice the she-cat making her way through the territory. Not until he almost collided with her.


    It took him a few moments to realize that there was another cat there. He snapped out of his thoughts, and peered at Madeline, staring at her. "Hey.", he said abroubtly.






    She Cat || 26 moons || "Not your average house cat."


    Madeline was caught by surprise, which was something quite rare.
    "Hey, yourself!" She spat, her eyes wide open and dilated. She
    backed away, looking like her fur had been rubbed the wrong way.
    The little bell on her collar tinkled as she shook herself. "Oh, I'm sorry.
    Pardon me, I'm Madeline," she spoke quickly, feeling slightly
    embarrassed at her sudden outburst.

    Relik flinched back as Madeline first hissed at him, shaking his head rapidly. He did this for a while--it was odd, but he enjoyed it. He stopped though, and looked back up at her, his eyes wide. He murmered, "Its'all right, M-aadeline." He smiled slightly, with his normal twinge of oddness. "I'm...Relik."


    She Cat || 26 moons || "Not your average house cat."


    "Relik? Pleasure to meet you." Madeline said queerly. This cat was strange,
    something about him was... odd. Her tail curled daintily, and she took a step back.
    "I'm not intruding, am I?" Her blue eyes shone with a hint of nervousness.

    He tilted his head slightly, wondering why the she-cat seemed taken aback at him. It wasn't as if the autistic tom realized he was acting what most cats would describe as strange--so, he continued staring at the ground. He had noticed it, how no cats wanted to be near him. But he had learned to be an outcast, and outsider. He meowed, "Intruding...? Your....on...our territory....but no, not intruding."


    She Cat || 26 moons || "Not your average house cat."

    Madeline automatically felt bad for judging him, after all, he should be chasing
    her off right now. Her gaze seemed concerned as he looked down, "Oh... "
    Maybe he was strange --in a good way. "Thanks... for not just chasing me
    away or anything." She smiled, he was at least polite.

    He nodded slowly, still intent on digging up a pile of dirt in the damp earth. He finally dared to look up--and his eyes took in the kittypet, before going back to her ear. This was always Relik's tactic--find a place to make eye contact with that is not actually the eye. "Itsss....notta problem. What....brings you..to BoneClan?"


    She Cat || 26 moons || "Not your average house cat."

    BoneClan?! Was the first thought that jumped into her mind. Clan cats could be cruel enough, but a clan called BoneClan seemed a thousand times worse. Yet Madeline was confused... He was a BoneClan cat, but one of nicest non-kittypets she'd ever crossed paths with. "Uh... B-Bone. Clan?" She stuttered, "Why, that's a terrible name!" How could anyone be so kindhearted, but come from... that horrid place?!