"Of course I wouldn't leave you," the lie left Capricorn's mouth as easily as if someone had asked him for his name. The same words had been uttered by him not too long ago at a party. Then what had he done, he had left them as quickly as a kid leaves an old game. Now he was here, tricking another with his web of lies.
{ [ K ] itty With [ C ] atnip?! } ~Toms
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Minty starred at him, her eyes flashing. "Well...I guess joining a clan wouldn't hurt," she meowed, starring at him with a calm gaze. He seemed nice enough to her.
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Biting back a laugh, Diablo forced himself to keep a open and friendly look on his face. "The clan could always use more kits" he mewed to her. "Should we head to camp and show her around?" he asked Capricorn, not sure if he even planned to let this she cat get as far as the camp alive.
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A tree only a few meters from the threesom rustled, leaves floating down restlessly to the ground. "Yo," came a soft voice, a deep purr rumbling in the stranger's throat- a slender, yet tiny she-cat clambered up to the tip of the tree and waved her tail in the air, her eyes dancing with playfullnes.
"I wouldn't go with them, missy," she added, claws digging into the tough bark of the tree.Minty lifted her head, startled by the she-cat. Is she even a Bloodclanner...? She wondered, then blinked at the stranger's warning. What does she mean?
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Diablo turned to face the new comer "And who, may I ask, are you, senorita?" he mewed, not in a unfriendly tone. He didn't think this was a BloodClaner, at least he had never seen her before. The tom didn't have anything against 'non-BloodClaners. In fact, until just reacently he had been one himself.
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“Well, I’m definitely not Senorita. Is that some kind of food?” She asked, and then wrinkled her nose. “Nevermind,” she added, wobbling on the tree branch. “I be the great Rin,” the tiny she-cat bellowed, almost falling off the tree as she puffed out her way-to-fluffy chest.
Minty just watched, blinking a few times. Quite a...strange she-cat.
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Diablo smirked to himself, a kind of food?, he thought laughingly to himself. Answering the tiny she cat anyway, "'Senorita' is like your word 'Miss', pretty much". he mewed not sure if she was even listening. He watched her, amused at the tiny cat's attitude.
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"Oh." Rin thought about that, "Well, I appload you for your respect," she still had her chest puffed out and stance very stiff. She dug her claws into the tree branch as it swayed, glancing down at them with wide, curious eyes. 'Guess Rima isn't here afterall.
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He hadn't really meant any 'respect' when he had say that, but why correct her? He looked up at the tiny she cat; what was she doing here anyway? "You are a rogue?" he asked her curiously.
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Rins head bobbed, "Yup," she meowed, licking one of her tiny paw. "My sister is being trained by a Royal, I wanted to pay a visit. But I met some she-cat crazed toms instead."
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"Oh? A royal? How nice for her.." he said in a bitter tone. Diablo hated the royals, most of them were so full of themselves they didn't have any room left for brains. He rolled his eyes "What exactly is she be trained how to do? Look down her nose at people and be afraid to get her paws dirty?" he muttered half to himself, half out loud.
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Ron cocked her head, "well, I wouldn't say that. She's an Assassin. I honestly don't know much about these royal guys."
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Diablo shrugged, not really wanting to talk about that particular subject. "What is your hermana's name?" he asked then corrected himself "I mean your sister's name."
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"Rima," Rin chirped, her voice child-like and growing more comfortable in the tree. She groomed a piece of sticky fur sticking up on her chest, looking down at them. "She doesn't like to play with me anymore 'cause of her Assassin stuff. So I wanted to say hi. Last time I tried, I made some stupid tom angry by jumping on his head. But neither of you are him, so I guess I'm okay."
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She-cat crazed crazed toms? That was a first statement for Capricorn. At the most, he considered himself healthy obsessed, but not entirely crazed. But, eh, one's opinion was one's opinion.
Rima, he felt like the name was vaguely familiar. Maybe his memory would be jogged later on, but for the moment he only remembered a cat by that name very slightly. He didn't think the cat was lying though, her story seemed to be somewhat believable. "Apparently she doesn't like you anymore, so scram."
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Rin glared at him and stuck out her tongue, "Make me," she whined, fur fuffing out. "Stupid toms." She muttered quietly to herself, rolling over onto her belly and making the tree branch sway.
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Had it not been for the she-cat by his side that he had been trying to persuade onto their side, Capricorn would have gone after her. But instead he remained at her side to give the illusion that Bloodclan wasn't as evil as they were. "I'm sure that you would like to go peacefully, would you not?"
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Rin watched them, giving a helpless sigh. Stupid she-cat, too, she thought. I mean, itsn't it obvious...Bloodclan? HELLO.
Misty glanced at him and gave a slight nod of her head, looking back up at the she-cat once more. "Mm," she murmured, her feathered tail giving a restless flick.
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"You gonna leave or what? Do you want some catnip to help you go quietly?" Capricorn was merely joking, but his voice was only stern. Maybe this cat would be the same case as the one by his side, another addition to their clan.
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"Nope." Rin's voice was so simple, it practially slid off her tongue. "I'm comfortable right here." Rima can come and find me. I'm done with having to go to her.