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    Overcast wandered about his new territory. He still wasn't used to the camp- it was big and crowded. He was used to crowds, Bloodclan was pretty crowded, he never liked those crowds either though. He half wondered if anyone realized he was from Bloodclan, maybe Elixor told them? Boy, he sure hoped not. Anyways, his fluffy white pelt said anything but killer. He was an outcast there, and he still hadn't made any friends here. It was no fair, and lonely at times, not like anyone in Bloodclan payed attention to him either.
    His mother abanoned him, twice, and his siblings did nothing but argue together. Then to everyone else he was a nobody cause his mother wasn't an important cat in bloodclan.

    A pure black Savannah she-cat was trotting back from the meeting. It was kinda sad, knowing the battle was now over, and Elixor over at the ToFC Camp. Now, the amber eyed she-cat was bored, with nothing to really do now.


    Notes blinked slowly, when she saw Overcast. Quickly, she trotted over to him,"Hi."

    Overcast blinked his eyes, snapping out of his thinking. "Hey," he dipped his head polietly. "Did you go to the battle? Who won?" he hoped his new clan, er, tribe. Won, he was part of their group now after all.

    Notes shrugged lightly,"Didn't get to go. I think our tribe, as well as our allies, won." The black Savannah she-cat meowed, with a hopeful tone.

    "Me too," purred the young white tom. "So, uh, Bloodclan isn't our ally's anymore though, right?" Overcast asked in a slightly worried tone, that would probably mean they'd barg in whenever.

    Notes shrugged, yet again,"No idea. Probably not. I hear their kinda crazy." She whispered quietly in the tom's hear.

    "Oh trust me, they are." Overcast winced. He shouldn't of said that, oh well. He was a prisoner there even though they considered him a bloodclanner.

    "I was kinda a prisioner there when they went to attack," Overcast nodded, what? It was kinda true. In his point of view anways!

    "Really?" Now Notes was really curious. The she-cat sat down, glancing down at Overcast,"What was it like?"

    "I spent most of my life out of camp actully, everyone to young to battle was dragged over to this lake while the fights went off. I never got to see my mother, and the kits of popular cats, like Rollout and Bloodstar's kits always picked on me, and my siblings. My siblings always fought together though.. I got sick of it." he shrugged. That was his story. Overcast hated it, but that's how it was.

    Notes nodded, listening to the story. "I see. Interesting. The only interesting thing in my life is that I took care of my nieces kits. That's all there is too it."

    [b]"Takeing care of kits sounds a lot more fun,"[/b] he told her with a polite dip of his head, before staring at the ground. "I only ever saw my mothers face once." he muttered.

    "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." Notes blinked at Overcast with an apologetic look,"My father visits the tribe a lot. You know, Brody? Yeah. He's my Dad. My Mum is Axie."

    "Brody was at the battle, he seemed... nice. A little weird but nice." Overcast grinned, decideing not to mention he had no idea who his father was. "Doesn't that make you.. Elixor's Aunt?" he wondered out loud.

    Notes shrugged,"Maybe. We kinda look alike, don't we?" The black Savannah walked around Overcast in a circle, flashing her amber eyes in random directions.

    "Kinda. Only, you have that fenimine charm." Overcast grinned, though, he was still to young to find attractment he still could say that.


    [Spelt wrong I know]

    "Tom's aren't that charming," Overcast stated his option with a shrug. To him anyways. "She-cats have a much more graceful apperance," he grinned, looking down at the ground.