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    The lithe, lilac tortie point and white figure of Stagepaw skirted through the woods, observing every little thing she could. Stagepaw had been dilly-dallying through DarkClan's forested territory that day on the first day of being an apprentice, and boy, was she excited. She was yet to have a mentor, but she didn't care. The she-cat hadn't had a drab moment in her life so far, and she was happy for that. Well, at least, until later on... (dun dun dun..)

    ooc; For the genetics, he's a blue tabby with amber eyes. Who do you want to get them?


    ic; The large blue tabby tabby meandered through the trees silently, paws hitting the damp dirt in a slow, steady cadence. The air was crisp and cool, spring on the border. Septimus stretched his mouth in a yawn, stopping for a moment to examine a scent. She-cat scent. A slow smile played on his maw, and the cat put his nose to the ground like a hound, following the smell.


    Long fingers of branches reached for his pelt, snatching at his fur as he pushed his way through the shrubbery. The blue sky was cloudless, the sun warming his back. But Septimus hardly noticed any of these details. All that mattered to him was the scent on the ground, that he just so happened to be following.

    ooc; You can get the genetics. Could I make the adoption thread? Oh, and does Septimus have any relations?


    Stagepaw pricked her ears as she heard the soft rustling of shrubbery around her. Looking up from examining a pretty-looking plant, the she-cat glanced around cautiously, sniffing the breeze for any nearby scents. She couldn't really smell anything, except for the faint odor of another cat, a loner, perhaps. Quickly, the she-cat turned to sprint back to camp, but she seemed to be frozen in place, slightly curious about who was lurking at this time of day. Sighing, he turned back, and gently called, "Hello? Who's there? Could you come out, please?"

    ooc; Okay. You can go ahead and make the adoption thread, sure. c:
    His main relations are Cropcircles, Akurya, Cougareyes, and Lovelace plus quite a few others I'm too lazy to go and search for. xD


    ic; The tom's back momentarily arched, fur bristling. Giving a slight shake of his head, he flattened his pelt, plastering an innocent look onto his face. Septimus slid into view, fur dappled by the tree-given shade. "Hullo, love. What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone out here?" His voice was smooth and silky, a voice that something good hardly ever came with.

    EDIT: ooc; Wait. If he's related to Cropcircles... They're related!


    Stagepaw blinked as the loner slipped out into view. A single question lingered in her mind. "Should I trust him?" The apprentice hesitated to reply, before finally stammering, "Um, I'm just taking a little stroll." Stagepaw lashed her tail nervously. "What a dumb thing to say!" She scolded herself quietly in her head.

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    The tom dipped his head in a nod of ackowledgement, amber eyes flashing."I see. But darling, why didn't you take a companion?" This was just Septimus' way of confirming that no one else was around. Just in case. The blue tabby wasn't one to assume.


    Septimus moved forward, close enough to touch Stagepaw. But he made no other movement. He didn't want to frighten the she-cat, he wanted her to trust him, enough to even go on a little walk with him...

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    [sub]ooc; EDIT: ...they're related? oh my god, you're right.


    here are the genetics

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    ooc; I know, right? This is..... awkward. Distantly related. Since Pencilcase, Stagepaw's mother, and Cropcircle are sisters, though they don't know it yet. EDIT: Let's change it so Stagepaw has 6 kits. c: If she only had four, that means we each would have two and then only two would be open.


    Stagepaw froze as Septimus padded up besides her, before relaxing and saying, "Well, I'm just an apprentice, so....", before she trailed off on her sentence.

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    ooc; Yeah, I remember from when I applied with Monokit [ Stagepaw's sister ]. That's just...creepy. cx
    EDIT: Okay, 6 kits sounds good. When you make the adoption thread, do you want me to make an app or not?


    ic; "Mm." The tom's voice was disantantly thoughtful. Septimus brought himself back to earth with a quick shake of his head, and with an amber gaze, he regarded Stagepaw apprehendingly.


    "Would you like to go for a walk, dear?" he questioned the she-cat, his voice even glossier than usual.

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    ooc; sure. The form's a clean slate. I just pmed you the link. c:


    Stagepaw stiffly nodded. "I guess that sounds sort of relaxing." She meowed tentatively, still unsure about whether Septimus was nice or not. She guessed she'd have to risk it to find out herself.

    ooc; Okay. I'll make an app today or tomorrow. Depends.


    ic; "Come along then." Septimus briefly touched his tail to her back, a hardly existent flick. The blue tabby took off, paws hitting the ground quickly. This time, his steps were not silent. They were soft thuds, muted by the damp dirt. He realized the swiftness of his pace, slowing so that his steps were more steady, quiet.

    Stagepaw was silent as they walked along for a while, before finally mustering up, "So.. Why are you here anyways? You shouldn't be trespassing on DarkClan territory, you know."

    "I'm a loner," the tom replied, "I don't really have many places to go. So I just go where I can." This wasn't exactly true. Septimus had a makeshift den out of dirt and rocks, but it wasn't exactly the most homey place to go, so he really only went there when he had to, in a thunderstorm, for example.


    He mostly traveled, not staying in one place for too long. Really, his only goal was to impregnate she-cats along the way. Not the most charming or appealing goal he could have.

    "Oh." Stagepaw meowed, before they traveled in silence once more. Finally, Stagepaw meowed, "When I think about it, you seem pretty nice. You don't look harmful at all." She meowed, suppressing a smile. "At least, I hope you aren't harmful." She added quietly in her head.

    "Oh?" Septimus replied, a note of triumph in his voice. She trusted him; this was good. Oh yes, this was good. The trickling gurgle of a river was audible, somewhere in the west. The blue tabby veered in that direction on a sudden impulse. He glanced back at the apprentice, saying, "Follow me."

    Stagepaw shrugged, before following the loner, not noticing the gurgle of the running river ahead. "So.... Where are we going?" The DarkClanner asked, curiosity tinging her voice.