The Lone Traveller

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    A she-cat with a pelt as white as the snow, with a piercing blue optic padded around this strange territory. It smelt of bones, blood and just really gore. Sally wasn't a stranger to gore though, she used to be feared in her old territory near the twolegs. Cats ran from her, but one cat stood up to her and chased her out. Obviously she had no choice to leave, the cat who stood up to her had risen the other kitty-pets spirits..making them believe that she had no control over them. Sally fled with a eye missing, but she was still deadly.
    Sally glanced around the place her unusually long claws scraping the earth beneath her outer exterior frame.

    As Igreta was walking around the airport, she smelled a new cat. "Hm...what do we have here?" Igreta wonders out loud. Igreta never was apart of Bloodclan, but no one never found or cared for her, yet. As she walked around the corner, she quickly hid. "Another cat. Not from Bloodclan." Igreta mutters. She doesn't plan to walk out. Not just yet.

    Igreta stays as still as she can. This cat holds a rather odd scent. "Dogs? No, no, no. Twoleg? Maybe..." Igreta mutters. She takes a step forward. "Hello?" she asks that sounds an echo.

    Sally's receptors perked, as she heard some vocalization. She raised her cranium her missing eye, rotting and full of dried scarlet. "What?" the cat spoke coldly.

    Igreta saw that this cat has been in a battle of some sort. "You're not from here are you?" she asks louder and walking so it's harder to see her.

    Igreta laughs. "Cats like yourself shouldn't be here. The scent, it's gore. These cats are like siblings to gore. Just yesterday, they had a public torture. Not friendly. I should know. I'm living here." Igreta sees the missing eye and stays quiet.

    "Cats like /myself/" Sally gave a little chuckle, her pupils turning to slits. "I am not afraid of the cats who live here. Public torture eh..how lovely" the she-cat shook her banner.

    Igreta eyes narrow on this cat. "Tell me, if you aren't afraid of these cats, and not afraid of me, what is your name?" Igreta's claws sunk into the broken soil of the airport.

    Sally watched the she-cats eyes narrow, and she walked forward her slender-like body in rhythm. "My name is Sally, and what is your name?" she inquired slightly.

    "Igreta." Her hackles raise slowly as if ready to attack at any moment. Sally confuses Igreta with her white body and her okay-ness for gore.

    Sally watched the cat, unsure and spoke up "Igreta..thats a nice name. And what is that you have around your neck?" she glanced at the dog-tooth collar.

    "Cut the crap." The second tier said firmly, flickering into visibility. "Do you want to join or not? Smalltalk is not what you're here for. Clearly." The daughter of Coppermine and Twistedlies was out here on a typical patrol, round, speckled paws carrying her silently over the ground as she narrowed her amber gaze. She could test this cat no problem, but she had a feeling that she would fail. Oh well, her pelt might look nice up in her nissen hut back at camp or in her Garden. "I don't care if you aren't scared of us, because you should be," Opticalpaw allowed for her ivory daggers to sink into the ground beneath her, "because what you just said is about as foolish as waving the red flag to get yourself killed. If you do want to join, I have to test you and I have better things to do, so get on with it." She was highly respected and a somewhat famous name around the BloodClan camp, side from being both the daughter of the current leader and the granddaughter of the past, legendary leader.

    Igreta sees the other cats and without thinking flicked her tail and ran to the closest shelter. She was seen by one cat, that Sally cat, but she won't be seen by a Bloodclan cat. Not now. Not ever.

    Sally's receptors flicked upwards at the sound of another voice. She turned her cranium, and frowned her ice blue opticulars blazing. "I should be?" a smirk cast upon the muliebrouses maw and she tip toed forward shaking her caudal appendage behind her. "If I want to join? What do you mean..join. Is this some sort of, kitten club or something?" the felidae stretched out her pillars, raking her digitoriums across the ground.

    Igreta had ran to an airplane and jump up on it to climb onto the roof to watch from there. She promised if Sally got hurt or needed help, she jump into the fray





    OOC: I have to leave in about 5 minutes, okay?

    [justify]"Listen here you piece of scum. Right now, you are on BloodClan territory, so you're trespassing. That alone is enough for me to rip off your pelt and feed your body to our local cannibals, I'm sure Phantomcorpse would love a fresh meal. Now, you're also disrespecting a second tier, and I have even more of a right to slaughter you like the coward you are. So, what do you think, is this a kitten club? And, if I were you, I would chose your next words carefully." She allowed for herself to use her invisibility and flicker out of sight, completely gone. Except, she was not actually gone, she was stalking the foolish feline completely unseeable. A demonic grin planted itself on her maw and she awaited the moment where she would claw this idiot to pieces.[/justify]

    Igreta thought it was safe, so she jumped down to see how Sally was. "Are you okay? That Bloodclan cat is one pile of fox dung." Igreta said.

    "I am not afraid of Bloodclan, sweetheart" the lithe white she-cat padded across the airport, her receptors tilted forward. The she-cat from before had vanished, and Sally could tell something fishy was going on. She unleashed her unusually long ebeony pigmented claws, and stood in a stance her fur spiking up.