The slightly going insane tom, Clouded, walked into the parlor with hopefully Sabra following him. "Columbine," Clouded called. "There's a newcomer here to see you. I don't think she's kit-bearer material."
Columbine, new kitty is here
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Sabra followed Clouded into the large room that Clouded told her that it is called the 'parlor.' She wanted to know who Columbine is. She wished that Clouded had told who this cat was. Was the cat male or female? What did the cat look like and how was Sabra supposed to address the cat?
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"Address her politely," Clouded told her, looking around to see if Columbine was going to come in.
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"Well I'd be just as happy if she wasn't." Columbine meowed approvingly, padding in with Gallows following her. She was bored out of her mind doing these, but Hazard was sick so she was having to pick up the slack.
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Clouded nodded at Columbine and walked out of the parlor. He hoped that Sabra wouldn't screw this up and get accepted. He didn't want to see her be forced to mate with another male.
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Sabra watched Clouded leave. She felt extremely nervous in front of Columbine. She was the leader of the group of cats here wasn't she? Her body felt frozen and twitched a bit. "H-hello, madam," she didn't know how to address her. She didn't want her to be polite yet Clouded said to. She was torn.
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"So dear, what brings you here?" Columbine asked, tail curving over her paws casually.
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Spike smiled meekly. "I was hoping to find a home and a family," she mewed.
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"A family?" Columbine purred this word. "They you've come to the right place."
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"Really?" Spike asked, feeling more confident. She would now have a family?
OOC- what position would you want her to be? i don't really want her to be a kit-bearer because she kind of hates kits at the moment.
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OOC: She'd basically be a Raider/trainer. She'd be where she was needed. Whether that be hunting, Perimeter guard, or at the fighting lines. (Though my favorite threads are personally ones where it's not ALL based on work, that's no fun for anyone)
"At your own pace, of course. We'll not force you." Columbine meowed.
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OOC- Okay!
Sabra smiled to herself. A home will be hers at last! "What can I do for you guys?" she asked, concerned about her fair share of work.
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"Anything necessary. From training kits to joining us in battle." The battle part was happening quite a lot as of late.
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Sabra didn't care what she did. She would just do what she could. "Okay!" she said, with finality. "I am yours to use!"