Fallenheart's Fate (Open to anyone)

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    Fallenheart stepped onto the grass of the Elite territory, her nose filled with their scent and she sighed. She had been baned from her Clan when all she had done was love, her kits and mate killed in a battle for the kits' rightful place in the world. Her night black pelt clung to her slight frame as she struggled to carry on. Spotting cats nearby she held her head high and stepped with dignity.

    "You smell like a clan cat," Tarantella mewed softly, stepping towards Fallenheart. Her amber gaze was cold and calculating, as if she wondered how to bring the stranger down quickly. Or maybe it would be better to take her alive as a snack for the Mortems. "We aren't particularly fond of 'warriors'" the Trainee said, emphasizing the last word as if it were some sort of joke. It was kind of funny to picture those soft little kitties strutting around, pretending to be big and fierce.

    She looked at her with fear in her eyes and hackles raised. "I'm not a Clan cat, I'm a loner." she mewed, shaking.

    "I know what clan scent is like," Tarantella mewed, showing no sign of outright aggression or intimidation. "Have you been frolicking around their territory?"

    "No." she mewed.

    "Next time you lie, come up with a more convincing story," Tarantella mewed, walking closer. "Better yet, don't come to the Elite at all if you reek of the clans."

    "Well maybe next time you should be more believing instead of just assuming without hearing the whole story." she told her, sitting down.

    "Maybe you should tell the full story before I attack," Tarantella replied, her voice silken as she dropped into a crouch.

    "Maybe I will, depends on if you actually listen." she growled.

    Aranii quickly hared through the trees. She smelled the scent of fear and hunger, and Clan scent. She skidded toward Tarantella. Her pelt raised slightly and she turned to the intruder. She had caught the last words of the conversation, while running, so she mewed to them. "Give her a break Tarantella." Aranii had been a Clan cat once, even though she despised them, she still was grateful that she had been sheltered during her first moons. Aranii could scarcely scent kits, but the scent was there plain and clear. She sat down next to Tarantella and gave her a glance, reminding her that Aranii had been a loner, and she was a valuable addition to the Elites now look.

    Fallenheart let out a long repressed sigh and slouched. She mouthed a silent thank you and lay down, head on her paws.

    Aranii gave lopsided smile. Her experience in Clans helped her to determine things about cats. Like the cat in front of her for example, just from the not pugent CLan smell Aranii knew she hadn't been in a Clan for a while. Or she was on a secret spy mission where. Aranii stopped her mind for making up wild things. She calmed her mind silently, by thinking of her mother, and curled her long white and grey tail over her paws.

    She smiled back, thinking of the warmth of her mother's smile and shining green eyes.

    OOC: Mhmm

    OOC: Sorry for not getting here earlier.


    IC: "Maybe I will if you stop stalling," Tarantella mewed, flicking her tail from side to side. She wanted to tell Aranii to shut up because she could handle this, but that was the thing about being a Dred. Your place was automatically lower than regular members.

    Fallenheart looked from side to side. "I'll be going now..." she mewed and crept away.

    Tarantella felt like laughing out loud. This cat actually thought she should ask her, a lowly Dred, whether or not to attack! The tortoiseshell gave the slightest shake of her head; if the intruder was leaving anyway, there was no point in driving her off.