Aching BONEs, Desolate CLANs. (BoneClan Joining Thread, feel free to enter!)

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    It was time for the trio to make their arrival. Tada! The three had been following the group for what seemed like ages, and with spell being completely full bellied it had taken them a bit longer to catch up to the group. She was nearly ready to burst and more than ready to go on fighting again. She actually found her belly a nuisance. Today was the day she would have her freedom again. She knew it, it was in her body. The pain was just oh so sweet.


    "Well hello there." She grimaced through her smile. Her normal entrancement coming across as usual. It really wasn't anything Spell even bothered with anymore. Her folded ears may have caused a bit of a scene but it was more scandalous than anything else. She was gorgeous, and she didn't even realize. She was simply Spell.


    Feeling the pressure on her right side she smile widened. It was Night Terror, she could only imagine the hysterics Handsome must be going into. Night Terror had been the cool calmed reserved one on the journey. Not to fool anyone, Spell had really enjoyed his company. However she was just going to use him as she had used Handsome.


    The tom was sputtering in disbelief at Night Terror's boldness. There wasn't a thing the chocolate point snowshoe could do. He was here to make Spell happy, even if that meant no happiness other than that would reach him. He scooted forward to make himself known to the cats they had been following on Spell's left flank.

    History;;


    Pixie was born under the name Pixiedust.
    She belonged to an anti-Clan group where she-cats were considered dirt and treated thus. Her, Pixiedust's, mother was half-crazed, with malnutrition and torture.


    Pixiedust was forced by her mother to be a cannibal by making her, Pixiedust, eat from the body of her brother, whom her mother had brutally slaughtered along with all others in her litter. Pixiedust discovered she enjoyed the taste of cat-meat.


    Her mother r.aped the murdered for her crimes. Pixiedust was given to another queen to raise. When she went into training, she realized how horrible the she-cat were treated toms.


    After her father was killed by a dog, she ran off and joined a group named AntiClan. After living there for a few months, the leader named her heir. But the leader, named Silvergem, died shortly afterward, leaving the young Pixiedust to rule alone.


    The immature new leader, now called Pixiegem as per AntiClan tradition, accidently destroyed the group. She changed her name back to Pixiedust, feeling that she'd had enough of leadership roles for now. She traveled a bit more, and discovered and joined the Tribe of Many Storms.


    Finding that she disliked their ways, she left in the middle of the night, and returned to the former territory of the dead AntiClan. It'd been taken over, in their absence, by a group that called themselves the Pride.


    She ran until she met a loner named Shock who told her of SkullClan. She liked them until she heard of their treatment of she-cats. Infuriated that this group was so similar to her birth-group, Pixiedust vowed to destroy them.


    Shortening her name to Pixie, she decided to start her own Clan, BoneClan, where females would be superior and the toms would be treated as they dirt she came to realize they truly were.
    Oh, she liked this idea already.



    Rules;;
    1. The Queen's word is LAW.
    2. Disobediances will NOT be tolerated.
    3. Cannibalism is highly encouraged, but not entirely nessarcary, though a majority must be Cannibals.
    4. Every New Moon, the sacrifice of one male will be given to the Gods in asking them to return the Moon. The dead's body is eaten the next night as thanks to the Gods for returning the Moon.
    5. Crowfood must obey all other ranks besides Muds.
    6. Pupils may physically harm Muds.
    7. All males who refuse to mate will be killed.
    8. 'Love' for a tom is not tolerated. The guilty are doomed to Exile if discovered.
    9. Treat Crowfood as they are named.
    10. Pupils and must be abstanit until they are Knights.
    11. Holy Cats, Midwives, Healers and Botanists will stripped of their title and be made Knights if they became pregnant.
    12. Bones are never buried. They are cleaned and added to Bone Hill.
    13. When Crowfood and/or Muds die, they're bodies are eaten; they do not deserve a burial.
    14. Once a Crowfood is too old to properly serve the Clan, they are killed.
    15. When the Queen dies, the current Princess takes over her position.
    16. Males must NEVER leave camp alone or they will be lashed.
    17. When a Crowfood or Mud breaks a minor rule, they are lashed.
    18. All Muds and Pupils must learn about mating together.
    19. Homosexuals and Bisexuals are welcome and allowed, however Bisexuals are more encouraged for practical reasons.
    20. Breakage of any one rule, regardless of gender, will result in your cat being put put on trial by the Queen and her jury of Advisors. The guilty are sentenced to a number of lashes, exile or their immediate death.'


    Allies;;


      [li]EnvyClan[/li]
      [li]Rock Mafia[/li]


    Enemies;;


      [li]SkullClan[/li]
      [li]Akatsuki[/li]


    Goals;;
    (In-Character)
    1. Destroy SkullClan. (Won't actually happen, but they can still want to. :))
    2. Secure She-cats as better then Toms.
    3. Destroy all sexist Toms.
    (OOC)
    4. Have a Queen gain nine lives.
    5. Survive at least 1 year as BoneClan.


    Leader Info;
    Pixie
    Mates: N/A
    Children: N/A
    Known Siblings: Paranoid (Half-sister), Pringle (Brother; deceased), Gigglefest (Sister; deceased), Lady (Sister; deceased)
    Parents: Burnett (Mother; deceased), Goliath (Father; Deceased).
    Notable Accomplishments;


      [li]Began BoneClan[/li]
      [li][/li]

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    "Hello." Pixie turned to the arriving trio. "I am Pixie, Leader of BoneClan. May I ask who you are?" She flicked her tail towards Mint and Disturbia, who then turned tail and charged off, deeper into the territory. They were looking for a campsite, hopefully close, for the sake of the Mothers.

    Spell's smile curved deeper and surprisingly flattered her face even more. "In all truth my lady, we've been following you for long enough to know who you are and what all of you are about." She wanted to make sure the she-cat wouldn't have to waste another mouthful of air just to tell her what she already knew. Repeating yourself grows tiresome fast. She knew first hand.


    "I am Spell and these handsome fellows are Night Terror and Handsome." She let out a giggle at repeating the word twice with different meanings. She enjoyed such random niceties. Cocking her head to the side she waited in listen.

    Pixie blinked at the new cat. "Well then, miss Spell, would you like to join us?"


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    Mint and Disturbia fell upon a clearing, with a old, unused badger sett and a few bushes, perfect for a camp. Mint padded over to the edge of the clearing, and the ground made an odd sound. They both began digging a little ways off, first downwards at a diagonal angle, then sharply upwards, then a flat tunnel. They broke a thick wall of dirt and fell upon a natural stone cavern, long lost by time. It was large and empty, with a cold stone floor. They both slowly climbed back out and Disturbia started running back to the group to tell them of the discovery, leaving a dirt-covered Mint alone to guard.

    Winter came out of the bush. She padded a little closer to Pixie, before sitting down and looking carefully at the trio. Interesting. sher thought.

    The tuxedo Scottish fold nodded her thanks. "We'd more than love to. Right boys?" She glanced back at the two toms, one on either side of her. Night Terror simply nodded his consent while as Handsome who had been staring at the ground sadly. Thinking about how he would never have Spell for his own only glanced up. His glance contained everything Spell already knew. He would follow her to the end of the earth. "Ima say that's a yes." She smiled widely at Pixie.

    "I'm Mayina," the lilac tabby piped up. "So you're a clan?"


    The former kittypet had been living as a loner for not even a year. She didn't know much about clans or anything like that. She looked at the three new cats that had come.
    "I'd like to join if that's okay with you," she said looking at Pixie.


    She looked in disgust at the toms. Yuck. She didn't like toms. Her own father had been some disgusting, stupid, sexist pig. Her father didn't think she could do anything. That's when she realized that she would be forced to take a mate. Stupid, stupid, stupid tom. He thought he could manipulate her? Well he was WRONG!

    ''All four of you may join. The toms will be Crowfood, unless Spell would like to claim one as her Toy, and you two, Spell and Mayina, will be Knights, unless either of you wishes to train with Herbs.'' Pixie meowed.

    The trio walking in got her attention, but what really had her interest was the toms behind the new member. They made Syrinx's fur bristle. Weak. Her tail twitched in the snow with annoyance. Her icy blue eyes landed on Night Terror for a moment of brief interest before her glare turned into a mysterious little smirk.

    Handsome's ears pricked up. Toy? Be Spell's personal toy? Oh he could only hope. He looked on at Spell. His eyes sparkled in hope. Oh please, Spell, please. Sadness darned in his heart. Who was he kidding, Spell wouldn't choose him, maybe Night Terror, but not him. Then Spell did it.


    "I'm fine without a toy, thanks Pixie." Spell looked Pixie right in the eye, as was her nature. There was so much she was looking forward to in this new journey.


    Night Terror didn't even flinch at the words. In an honesty she may have saved him from himself but he wasn't really interested in Spell. He caught the smirk of the she-cat and returned it openly. Where as Handsome felt his heart rip open. His hope gone.

    ''As you wish.'' Pixie nodded, and her eyes flashed towards Handsome. She normally considered all toms ugly and unworthy, but this one lived up to his name, in her twisted opinio, though she still considered him unworthy. The smirk that Was on Night Terror's face irked her.

    Getting smirked at in return sent rage ripping through her fur. Syrinx jumped to her paws, tail lashing back and forth behind her as she quickly padded up to where Night Terror was. "You! Don't you dare look me in the eye!" In reality, she wasn't prepared to have a tom smirk at her. He was supposed to be afraid, and he was supposed to know his place. "You are worthless Crowfood, and you should act like it!" There. Try smirking now.

    Disturbia came running up just then. ''Pixie, Mint and I have found the perfect camp!'' she huffed. ''Mint is staying there, waiting for us. Let's hurry before the blizzard hits! It's getting closer.''

    OOC: Way to fight fire with fire~ XD


    IC: Syrinx's eyes widened as Night Terror refused to listen to her. Her ears flattened on her head as she tried to stay composed. Unfortunately, his attitude made her interested, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.


    "You're asking for it, you mouse-brained fool." Syrinx sneered at him. Her claws ripped through the ground, but she held off launching at him. If they had found a good place to camp, then she didn't have the time to attack him. It would slow everyone down, and for the sake of the pregnant cats Syrinx wouldn't do that.

    ''Syrie, when we get to camp, you may punish him however you like.'' Pixie said quietly. OoC; if Night Terror continues annoying the Slaver, he may be punished very severely. :|

    Turning to follow Spell who was already moving to follow the she-cat who'd spoke of a camp, he smiled to himself. He hoped he would end up spending a lot more time ruffling THAT girls fur. It was way too much fun. He flickered his black tail in amusement. "Glad to meet you." He spoke, as cool and calm or amused as he ever was.

    ''Don't speak to me, Crowfood, unless you ad a 'miss' at the end.'' Disturbia spat at Night Terror. She didn't care if he disliked her. It was no loss on her part. She preffered she-cats anyways. OOC; Yes, Disturbia is gay! Yay for the gay! -waves a little rainbow flag-