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    Orlando chuckled and smiled as Levi jolted. "Whoa there." he grinned as Levi pecked his lips. He smiled as he went over his plans in his head mentaly. Today was going to be amazing.



    STEP 1: Distract, entertain, and get a gift for Levi. *check*


    STEP 2: FOOD!



    He led Levi to the food trucks and glanced down at the shorter boy in facination. "What do you want to eat, love?" he asked as he twirled a few strands of his silky blue hair around his fingers absentmindedly. He twined his fingers with Levi's and rocked on his heels.


    QuailFang



    QuialFang nimbly manuvered through the crowd of hissing, arguing, and complaining cats, to the quieter, calmer side. She was supposed to find her sister LionSlip, but as proven recently she was failing miserably. Stupid cats, she growled mentaly as cats rammed into her and stamped her tail.



    Grumbling a trail of colorful curses she continued moving. Her sister would survive without her just this once,....right? She sighed and broke into a sprint. Dodging cats she cursed herself for being so short. She could see nothing but heads and shoulders. Tails flicked her face and a few felines let out complaints and the WindClan she-cat dove under and around them. QuailFang only looked up after she'd rammed into something (or should i say someone) hard. She winced as she fell back on her haunches and cracked one eye open to see....White.



    WHITE!, wait am i dead? Surley i cant be. I dont think i hit it that hard. Did i? Hmmm....No not dead. In pain? Yes. Very much so.. She rambled in her head before feeling something soft tickle her nose. Fur? White FUR. Ohhhh! Okay. I ran into someone, that definitly makes more sense. she finished her rant and cracked open her eyes to meet blazing rays of amber shining brightly down at hers.


    "Ummm...Are you o-okay?" she gulped as she caught sight of the rippling muscles beneath the soft snowy fur. She chuckled nervously and gingerly stood up, testing her own set of muscled for any severe damage.

    "F-fine! I-i uh, am o-okay, perfectly peachy." she stutttered, suddenly feeling intimidated as she gazed upwards at the she-cat. Even sitting the cat was taller than her. What had she been doing before? Mousedung! The thoughts slipped into the mud like droplets of dew. "I'm sorry. Really i am. Um...I'm Q-quailFang." she rushed and her eyes scanned the crowd of felines.



    Slowly she regained her composure and sat down carefully, avoiding the warm, sticky, mud. Then she remebered what she was supposed to do. "Sorry, let me try that again." she smiled softly, realizing the she-cat before her wasn't going to bite her in two. "I'm QuailFang, lead hunter of WindClan. I apologize if i seem a bit nervous. My sister is going to have kits soon and she's awfuly clumsy. So her mate sent me out to find her. She wasnt supposed to come to the gathering. And now, as of result, i have to babysit her." She let out a soft groan. "But unfortunetly im really short and i cant see anything past an average cats' shoulders. Its been proven very difficult to scent her out due to the mud aswell." she rambled and took in the she-cat before her.

    QuailFang blinked as SwanBlaze blurted out that she would help. She held in a snicker as a few cats looked their way. "Sure. We can find her now and take a walk after i make sure she's alright." she chuckled at SwanBlaze's odd position on the ground and grinned brightly.


    After explaining what her sister looked like, QuailFang led SwanBlaze to a large tree. "Okay. So, my sister is just as clever as me if not more. I'll scout from the trees, my specialty, just because I'm WindClan cat doesnt mean i cant climb just as well as a ShadowClan cat." she chuckled and continued. "My sister is stubborn and probably knows im looking for her. Buuuuut, she doesnt know you. So once you spot her I'll send my brothers to watch over her. Then we can ditch this boring Gathering and go for a walk, sound like a plan?" she hopped into the tree nimbly and looked down at SwanBlaze.



    "It feels so odd being taller than everyone else." she laughed and her ashy mauve eyes danced with amusement. "Im so used to being the smallest."

    Orlando grinned as Levi blushed and pecked his cheek. "I already paid silly boy. You were in a world of your own for a few minutes." he chuckled and handed Levi a burger. He had gotten himself a few coconut hush puppies and a lemonade for them to share. "Lets go find a seat close to the stage. They're gonna have a few live singers come in." Orlando explained as he began walking towards the seating area.




    I hope this is good :D

    Kendra stalked into the club and glanced around. Boss had sent her to retrieve another "mutant" or so they called us here. She felt a strong gaze on her and smirked. She turned her head and took in the young woman. She definitly fit Boss's description. Kendra camouflaged and slipped into the crowd. She jumped over the bar and re-apeared behind her. "Hi there." she grinned and tapped her shoulder. "I see you can read people pretty well huh? That means you know what i am correct?" her accent wove thickly into her words as she circled the girl.


    Her ears perked up as a familiar song blast through the club speakers, 'Animal' by ULRIKA, she would pe performing for that song later in the week. Her grin enlargened and she looked down at the girl. "Boss wants to meet you. 'thinks you can help us recrute others. Would you do us the honour of comming with me?" Kendra asked "I promise i dont bite.......hard." the last word was a whisper and she tilted her head

    Kendra nodded. "I need your name pretty thing." She said as she held the door open for Sara. Kendra walked nonchalantly onto a dirt road and glanced back. " I'm Kendra, People in the organization call me 'Mercy'." She continued walking until they reached a large motorcycle. She turned around and tossed Sara a helmet. "Let's ride."

    Name: Gila
    Tribe: sandwing
    Rank: Assasin
    Age: 8
    Gender: Female
    Color:


    Personality: Quiet and relaxed behavior, is clever and witty when needed
    Crush/Mate: N/A
    Offspring: N/A
    Other:



    Name: Utopia
    Tribe: Rainwing
    Rank: Royal guard
    Age: 6
    Gender: Female
    Color:


    Personality: Bitter and blunt, but a total softie on the inside
    Crush/Mate: N/A
    Offspring: N/A
    Other:



    Name: Shatter
    Tribe: Icewings
    Rank: Heiress
    Age: 7
    Gender: Female
    Color: Solid white with pale blue frosted on the tips of wings, spines, horns and under eyes
    Personality: MAGICAL! *poof* dissapears
    Crush/Mate: N/A
    Offspring: N/A
    Other:



    Name: Enigma
    Tribe: Nightwing
    Rank: Heir
    Age: 9
    Gender: Male
    Color:


    Personality: Friendly, quiet, and reserved at first, doesnt seem like a good fighter at first meet. But after he is loyal an incredible fighter and would kill to save someone he cared about.
    Crush/Mate: N/A
    Offspring: N/A
    Other:

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    Blake VanRoe


    Plot: Blake and ___ met at club and hook up. They dated for a while after that. But on one particularly eventful night, Blake and ___ are driving home after a date and their car is annihilated by a drunk driver. Both were sent ito coma's. Blake wakes up early and has amnesia. He doesn't remember anything exept his boyfriend's eyes. ___ wasn't supposed to wake up ever, but of course he did. He'd always loved doing the impossible. He also has amnesia and only remembers Blakes gorgeous amber eyes.
    Now this, may I remind you, was almost two years ago, both have normal lives now. Or so we think...


    One night, on the way to the club, Blake hears screams. Un-nerved he goes to check it out. "Curiosity killed the cat as they say, I say curiosity got the cat answers, a car did the rest." he had muttered under his breath.___ is pinned to an alley wall by a fat old geezer. Blake is about to shrug it off and head back when he gets hit hard by nostalgia. The boy's eyes. He whips around and roundhouses the old pig in the face and he drops the boy. Resumes here...


    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------


    Blake blinks rappidly and his pupils dialate as he desperately tries to recall the stranger. "Are you alright?" he asks snapping out of his daze. He holds out a tattooed hand to the boy and pulls him to his feet. "What's your name?" he tries and inspects his injuries, having had his deceased mother been a nurse, he was used to this stuff.


    "Well..your injuries are'nt toooo bad..." he gently sqeezes the boy's wrist where tiny bruises were already blooming. "This on the other hand you should have checked out. Feels broken." he rotates his wrist slowly. After a moment of thinking he scoops the boy up into his arms, "Or I could. It'd be alot cheaper anyway, considering i'll do it for free."




    i know it's short but im tired.

    Blake let out a soft chuckle, "Of course. Anything for such beautiful eyes." he hummed and carried Louis to his car. After setting the boy insside he himself got in and started the engine. THe road home was familiar and peaceful with only the occasional car passing by. After a while he pulled into the driveway of a secluded house and killed the engine. Blake stepped out and pulled his house keys from his pocket and opened Louis's door. "Come on then. Let's get you patched up, yes?"

    Gently grabbing the boy's hand, he tugged him inside the house. He paused for a moment to set down his keys then continued on his trip to the bathroom. "Here it is..." He mumbled and pulled out the first aid kit. Blake set his jacket, scarf, and sunglasses on the edge of the tub and looked up at the boy. "What's your name?...," he asked again and pulled out a bottle from the cabinet. "Here. These'll help numb the pain. They also make you really sleepy if your not used to taking them." He said handing him some painkillers and a bottle of water.


    Skip the stitching....?

    Yeah.


    "My name is Blake. Now, you should get some rest." He said softly and scooped Louis up and carried him to his room. Setting him on his bed he pulled a blanket over him and kneeled beside the bed. "I'll be back in a little while. I'll make a list of where things are and give you my number in case you wake up early. Okay?" He asked. Blake had a fight in forty minutes and couldn't miss it or the boss would probably beat the crap out of him. With that he stood up did what he said he would do and jogged to the car.


    *weeeeeeeeee!!! going to the underground ring!*


    He hopped out and ran down the broken/creaky steps of the trashed subway's and slid into the hidden door. After changing and putting black sclera lenses in to hide his eyes he waited to be called out. "NOW! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHO DO YOU WANT!?" Jackie, the announcer screamed into the mic. "WHO YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR....."


    Tattoos:


    (He has an earl piercing, lip ring, and plain stud earings)


    Joe Santabella
    Male-21-Homosexual-Master Sergent


    [OOC]



    [IC]
    Joe had been barking at one of his trainees for failing to complete a minor course in the required amount of time when he was pulled to the side. He looked up at his higher-up in respect, meeting his eyes. "Master Sergent Santabella, We have just recieved word of a new trainee joining your squad. He is said to be quite a handfull and has..some problems with athority, but he's surely a hard worker. I assume you'll straighten this boy out, yes?" Joe answered respectfully with a salute and short "Yes Sir." before starting off to find the boy. His height definitly came in handy when looking for people. Glancing around, he decided to head towards the front of the base. About to search somewhere else, he felt something collide roughly into his back. Instinctively he jerked around and roughly grabbed whatever it was that had hit him and yanked it towards him. Adrenaline pumping speedily through his veins, he tried to figure out what it was.


    It was just a boy. Joe let out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding and dropped the kid. Running a hand across his face, Joe sighed and looked down at him. "Are you okay?" he slowly calmed his nerves and inspected him. He was cute, definetly shorter than him. Sighing again, he apologized. Wait, he hadn't seen this boy before. His eyes widened in suprise. This was the new trainee.




    sorry its short. limited time.. :P