i just want to be with you~ {open}

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    [justify]OOC;; This is open to any plots, especially to 'playing checkers'. My little Mer needs a warm welcome to BloodClan. x3


    Golden orbs scanning camp, the ebony colored tom just happened to be lying in the center of camp, giving himself a thorough bath with his rough, sandpaper-like tongue. He was extensively bored, and there was no other way to put it. The blistering heat radiating off the desert sand didn't help either. A sigh escaping his muzzle, he continued with his bath, thoughts elsewhere.[/justify]

    Quakerkit locked his rusty amber optics on the ebony fur of a cat laying in the middle of the camp, and he crouched down. The black-and-white kit was always looking for a form of entertainment, and he couldn't resist trying to sneak up on a cat that was lying in the middle of the clearing. It gave the young cat a chance to practice his stealth skills, so he was eager to take this chance. The kit was actually quite large and often clumsy, so he desperately needed to practice it before he actually became a warrior. The son of Spunpaw tried to creep forward without a sound, and he tried to remain low to the ground. His tail-tip twitched feverishly as he crept toward the warrior, and a smile crossed the young cat's maw. He was hoping that his attempt to be stealthy had actually worked. Finally, Quakerkit aimed to leap on the cat, and he mewed, "Hello!"

    [justify]Mercutio leapt into the air with a yelp of surprise. "Wh-who?," He stuttered as the kit flew ontop of him. "Hello, Quakerkit!" He laughed warmly, batting the kit gently off of him and crawling to his paws, standing in defense position to mock fight with the kit.[/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]"Hey guys!" Mary greeted, trotting over happily. Unlike most in Bloodclan, she was very friendly and happy-go-lucky, until you give her a reason not to. "i'm Mary, nice to meet you." the sable pixiebob flashed Mercutio a blinding smile and sat down in the sand.

    Quakerkit purred with glee that he had actually been able to sneak up on a warrior, and he puffed his chest out with pride. The kit smiled as Mercutio got in a defense position for a mock fight, and he prepared himself for it. He crouched down again, and he flicked his tail gently back and forth. The tail flicking seemed to be an odd habit that Quakerkit had gotten into when he was about to do anything that would deal with battle, and he needed to quit that habit. He was sure there was a weakness behind constantly flicking your tail back and forth in the midst of battle. The tom ignored the fact for now, and he made a mental note to fix that later. He needed to focus on the opponent at hand, and that was exactly what he would do. The kit aimed to swipe a sheathed paw at Mercutio's nose, but he gave a flick of his ear in acknowledgement to Mary to signal that he knew she was there.

    [justify]The first tier just sort of stared at Mary for a while, then came out of his fazed expression and dipped his head to her before facing the kit. Mercutio turned late and Quakerkit's paw hit his nose before the ebony black tom had time to react. Rolling on his back in 'defeat', he clambered back to his paws and growled jokingly, "Oh, I'll get you for that, you little tiger!" He snarled playfully, running at half-speed toward the kit.[/justify]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-bottom: 0px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 20pt; font-family: helvetica; text-transform: none; text-align: right; border-bottom: 1px solid #FF00FF;]werepyre[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 400px; margin-bottom: 0px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: helvetica; text-transform: none; text-align: justify;]”You new?” Dozenroses mewed as she noticed a handsome tom surrounded by a few known faces. She was always curious about newcomers to Bloodclan. New clanmates were always friends.


    [what's ”playing checkers?” /derp]

    [justify][font=georgia]Mary caught the tomcat staring a waved a paw, the friendly grin still plastered to her face. She thought it was adorable that the Tom was playing with the kit, something thaw was rarely experienced in Bloodclan. The mentorless apprentice found herself staring as she was drawn into the act; what usually happened when she was focused. When you see stuff like this, it's important to save it in your brain.

    The kit knew it was dishonorable to turn and run, but he felt like that was the best option in this mock fight. He was hoping that he would think of something while he was running, and he was hoping he would think of it quick. Though this was just a mock battle between a clan mate, he would only have a few seconds to think in a real battle, and he needed to get into that habit. Quakerkit finally decided that his best option might actually be to turn and fight, so he skidded to a halt. He gave a mere moment of thought to his attack before he settled with his favorite tactic. The tom bunched his hind muscles, and he sprang forward. He tried to gain a wide arch in his jump, and he aimed to land on top of Mercutio's head. It was likely that Quakerkit's aim was off because he honestly wasn't too fabulous at gaining a wide arc in his jumps, but he knew that anything could happen.

    [justify]OOC;; Ermmmm.. it's the nice way of saying getting into a 'relationship'.
    Little Mer is surrounded by hot shes! HAKSJBVKJ /flail


    IC;; The ebony colored tom saw Dozenroses and a smile crossed his features as he stopped for a moment with the kit. "Yeah! The name's Mercutio, what about you?" He became distracted by the conversation and the kit could easily strike a blow at him and embaress him in front of all the lovely she-cats, hint hint.[/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]Mary's attention was caught by Dozenroses, sapphire gaze locked on the she-cat. "You're Dozenroses right?" she asked, getting to her rather large paws. The sable pixiebob then trotted over to Quakerkit and ruffle stage fur on his head. "You've got spunk kid." Mary commented, flashing a grin. The young femme was intrigued by Mercutio, very intrigued. "You're very different from other Mercutio. Where did you come from?"

    [justify]The ebony first tier yelped as the kit landed on his head and he toppled to the sand, flushing red. "You beat me!" He howled with mock defeat. His head turning to Mary, he mewed, "I'm not necessarily different. I just love kits." His golden optics glistened with an unexplained emotion. "I don't really like telling people where I came from. Maybe someday ..." He mewed, tipping his head slightly to the side.[/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]"There are many mothers who love their kits until the next litter comes. And few toms actually care about their offspring until they prove themselves. That's why I am so intrigued. You are one of the few who interact with one thy is not their own." Mary said, padding up slowly to the tomcat, sapphire eyes wide as she took in every detail if Mercutio. She has spent her early years in Boneclan - exposed to the torture an pain - and soon followed her sibling here and was met with bloodlust. So the sable pixiebob had grown up not expecting much from anybody.

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    ”Yup, I'm Dozenroses,” the slender seal point purred, deep blue optics shining. ”You're Mary, and that little spitfire's Quakerkit if I'm not mistaken.” Dozenroses noticed that Mary, who was here first, seemed like she was going to invest some time and effort in Mercutio. Mentally sighing and inwardly grinning, Dozenroses decided that she'd let Mary have her fun. She looked like a nice she-cat. Doz hated whenever she got into disputes over toms, even minor misunderstandings. Even though that sort of situation had only happened once for her, she detested it and didn't want it to happen again. She'd let Mary take a slice of pie first before looking to see if whatever was left was worth her time and effort.


    [Oh. Then playing checkers is fine by me xD]

    [justify][font=georgia][hehe, Mary doesn't even notice how soul searchy she is getting xD]


    The wind blew in a magical dancing motion

    [justify]OOC;; IKR? xD


    IC;; The first tier held back a rumbling purr. "No, I love kits. They've always got such a positive look on life. I envy their foolish bravery and cute personalities." He couldn't hold in the purr for much longer, but let it out softly. His golden gaze studied the she-cat's sable fur, and a smile crossed his features once more.[/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]A soft smile crossed her face as she listened to his answer. "I like you Merc. You're a cool guy." she commented, turning to face Dozenroses. "Your turn." She mouthed before trotting away.

    [justify]Blinking as the she-cat trotted off, the ebony tom kept the smile on his face. Did he just get his first nickname? Mercutio turned to face Dozenroses, looking at her expectantly. "So, what's up? Besides the, erm, BLISTERING desert sun." [/justify]

    The proud kit stood beside Mercutio, and he nodded his his head when Dozenroses stated his name. The tom cast a smile after the direction that Mary had left because he had enjoyed the company of the she. Quakerkit found the she-cat to be quite nice from the moments that she chatted near him, and he enjoyed nice cats. Quakerkit had also enjoyed his little mock battle with Mercutio. The tom had gotten distracted quite a bit, and that had made it easier for the little kit to gain victory and feel pride in himself. The black-and-white kit honestly enjoyed time with Mercutio in general. The cat was kind enough to let a kit battle with him, and that gave the cat high marks in Quakerkit's mind. Quakerkit was beginning to find more and more cats that were kind to him, and he felt like it wouldn't be too hard to make friends even though he wasn't nearly as optimistic as his sister, Silverkit.

    Watchkit was lying in the center of camp, his eyes closed but he was most certainly awake. It would be hard not to be when you were burning up.
    No, he wasn't on fire, but the harsh light of the sun was piercing through his fur easily. For the first half our or so, it had been a pleasant nap in the shade, but the sun moved through the sky with no apparent regard over the inconvenience to his sleeping-place, and until now he honestly hadn't cared enough about the discomfort to move. He had other things on his mind- moping being the foremost of them. Perhaps he could be excused in this, though. He had seen his mother die only days or something ago (I dunno liquid time confuzzles meh :P).
    Finally, though, it became bothersome enough, and he rose to his paws and looked around for a new spot to rest. However, Quakerkit caught his eye first, and, seeing his friend, he decided to head over there instead of resuming his nap.
    The blue-sliver ocicat approached quietly, the only sign of his curiosity, aside from the fact he had approached at all, being a slight raising of one of his eyebrows.