The chinchilla tabby pads into camp. The ginger tabby padded behind her. With a swish of her tail, she sat. She turned to the cat beside her.
OOC:
Russet, the ginger tabby, is played by Brindle4luna. I'm showing her around, but feel free to join in to welcome the new warrior!
Russet followed Frog. The scents of many cats hit her on the nose. This must be the camp. She drew up to the silver pelted she-cat, and tilted her head, looking at her would-be home.
Frog looked around. "Well, this e're's it." With a gesturing tail whisk, she pointed towards the closest den: the warrior's den. "That's where yeh'll sleep every night..." She pointed to a much farther den. "An' that there's the nursury." The padded onwards, towards the Elder's Den. "C'mon, kid, let's get goin'. This way."
She followed, taking everything in, ignoring the stares, or lack thereof, that she received. She'd taken worse- much worse. They'd have to get used to her if she was going to stay here. Her head held high, she walked after Frog.
As she turned back to Russet, glad to see she was still following, she approached the Elder's Den. "This is where the elders stay - y'know, the warriors who can't really take care of th'mselves no more."
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"I am." Russet dipped her head respectively. This seemed like a strong warrior, and she admired strength. "My name is Russet.
"A'yup!" piped Frog cheerfully as she turned to Jenu. "She turned up a bit ago." Turning to Russet, she added, "From what she's told me, she'll do jus' swell."
Swell? Really? Well, she couldn't afford to judge. Beggars can't be choosers, after all. "I needed something permanent, so I listened around. I heard about warriors, and I can commit."
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| [fancypost bgcolor=#FFCC00; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 10px; height:350px; width:300px; opacity: 0.60][justify][color=black]||ic:||[color=black] Jenu stalked around the two like a leopard to it's prey. His deep amber eyes studying mainly Russet, he flexed his broad shoulders that almost always seemed to stalk on their own. "Here we are called bones. Learn that before you embarrass yourself." One of his deep, alluring amber eyes twitching, he flicked his tail to Frog. "You should've gotten an Omen. I'm a bit disappointed you didn't." Omens were the cat's who let others join. Like co-deputies. Jenu wondered who he would make deputy once he was leader... he really and to to thinks about that! Then sitting back down and taking a second to lick his swollen and akward bent paw, which he had recently either sprained, dislocated or broken--he didn't know because he was to arrogant to visit the Herb--he glared back down at Russet who he towered over by three rabbit hops. "I guess you may, but you must start as a Skeleton. I could train you, perhaps, if your willing to train." ||ooc:|| [/justify][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#FFCC00; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 10px; height: 95px; width:250px; opacity: 0.60][justify][color=black]Mood:. Normal Location:. BoneClan Camp Muse [1/10]:. 9[/justify] |
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"Bones, ey? I'll remember that." Russet tilted her chin, looking the large tom in the eye. Arrogant, she could tell. Sometimes muscle just wasn't enough- brains were just as important. "I'm willing to do what it takes." The red tabby kept her voice even. The last thing she wanted to do was start a fight.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=#FFCC00; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 10px; height:300px; width:250px; opacity: 0.60][justify][color=black]||ic:||[color=black] Jenu snorted as he looked at Russet with a smirk. She could be a good bone, if she was willing to actually try. Rolling his broad head around to crack his neck a bit, he flicked his spotted tail. "You will start training tomorrow. Now, Frog will surely settle you in. Now don't embarrass yourself if you see your new leader, Hysteria. He's good on first imprecations." ||ooc:|| [/justify][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#FFCC00; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 10px; height: 95px; width:250px; opacity: 0.60][justify][color=black]Mood:. Normal Location:. BoneClan Camp Muse [1/10]:. 6[/justify] |
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She dipped her head. Sure, this might be a pawfull, but it was worth it. She needed this. She had a promise to keep.
Frog kept respectively quiet throughout their conversation. Jenu was right, she'd have to meet the leader soon. She better have a good impression.