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Even though he had greeted her gruffly at her meet and greet, the wolf had been her biological brother; her family. One of the remaining siblings she had left, actually, but it seemed that both of her brothers were now deceased, leaving her with her remaining sisters and Ymir. Upon approaching, her ghost of a voice managed to utter a few words as she went to touch Shadow's fur with her nose, nearly shuddering at its lessening heat. "Goodbye, Shadow. I'm sorry I never had the chance to know you better, but I wish you.. the best travels.. wherever you may tread." She choked as she suppressed unshed tears from falling.

Friends with Ammy? c:

"Oh, my." Evergreen grinned as she gazed towards the falling pellets, the exceptionally frail femme limping just a step from her den to observe the hail as it pummeled the clearing. "It looks as if it's a sort of frozen rain, but it certainly doesn't feel like it. It could potentially damage our surroundings and us, if we're not careful." She mewed- though mostly to herself, considering she had flattened her ears against the steady thumps of hail hitting the dens' exteriors.

Scraps of onyx fur littered the scene.

It belonged to none other than the kitten by the name of Ametrinekit, who had neared the border in search of newcomers- or perhaps, her returning brothers - but all that awaited her was the cruel claws of what would twist and pry at her mental stability from that day on. Drag marks were visibly marked in the soil, suggesting that Ammy had put up somewhat of a fight before suddenly falling limp, and the scent of male rogues lacing the area. But all was quiet in the area.

Too quiet.

The apprentice had experienced much before she had set her russet paws upon BreezeClan's territory; it was when she had lived in RiverClan that she had discovered that it had been her birthplace, and the truth behind her physical identity. Much to her dismay, Carminepaw had found herself padding away from the first seven moons of her life, where she had lived through the veil of lies that had woven itself around her eyes, and where she had found those who had accepted her for who she was. But the fem approached the newfound Clan with a sense of warmth radiating from her molten amber gaze; for she had unearthed who she truly was, but it had not altered the sense of optimism that she usually bore. Thus, standing at the beginning of BreezeClan land at her full height, the russet fae searched for a sign of life amidst the chilling rain that fell in a torrent from the heavens.

"Could I try one of them out?" Ametrinekit inquired upon approaching, grinning lightly as she trotted over to the group with an inquisitive light reflecting off of her gaze. As she spoke, the kitten had neared one of the so called drums and patted her paw lightly on its surface, of which resulted in a low, resounding noise that lasted for a heartbeat. "Are these Twoleg inventions? They're the strangest of things, aren't they." She mewed, turning her head towards Ethan.

"Safe travels, and have fun." Ametrinekit called out to him happily as she neared the side of Ethan, a smile blossoming across her facial features as she observed the departing figure. Though she doubted she would ever become an individual who would study the art of healing, she assumed it would be rewarding work for Quinton, and waved her tail at him in temporary farewell.

"Maybe the Skulls could learn a thing or two from you and your rabbits before we declare a raid. We'd certainly be frightening enough with our appearance alone!" Ametrinekit mused as she loped over to the side of her sister, an almost eager smile stretching across her maw as she spoke. Though she was quite young, as well as small-framed compared to her fellow Skulls, the kit simply could not wait until she was able to charge into battle when she came of age.

The figure had sat itself upon the border of the Kingdom of Eden, visibly aware of the scent markings that divided her from the territory; however, an ever so prominent smile had found its way onto her maw, both rueful and carrying a hint of optimism amidst its silhouetted quality. She had made no attempt to call out to anyone nearby, nor openly walk into the clearing, in fear that she would be no match for whatever lie beyond; but the tall feline had kept her head bowed to the ground, smiling as she awiaited the precense of one who would be able to accept her into the Kingdom.

"Let's not waste any time to useless introductions." Sucre mewed, raising her gaze to reveal the molten amber oculars that had been closed against the wind. Though her words were nothing short of blunt, it bore a breezy sort of tone; in fact, it was underlying with laughter, even as her smile remained unwavering. "I'm Sucre. Though I don't believe I've heard your name before." She laughed genuinely, the sound mimicking that of bell chimes as she did so.

[Prior to capture]

Ametrinekit had found herself gazing into the indigo depths of the skies above, long after she had watched the sun creep back onto the horizon and blanket the world in a pure, whole darkness. It was when pinpricks of light began to dance across its surface that the kitten wondered as to if Jarvis had found his way to the stars, if he had also walked the skies that she now gazed upon. Though the mere thought of him sent sudden pain jabbing at her chest, the onyx fluff found herself smiling- he had ascended to where he belonged, she had no doubt, and was better off there than he would ever be here. Thus, worrying over him would do Ammy nothing but bring herself more anguish- and for the remaining seconds of silence, she felt a laugh escape her, quiet but audible on the night's breeze.

"That's correct." Sucre mewed with a roll of her shoulders, distracting from her pitifully small frame as she spoke with her unwavering grin. In all honesty, she would be rather content if she did not have to become acquainted at the day of her joining, being that she had seen enough for the previous month to acknowledge isolation as a blessing- besides, knowing them would only unearth similarities between them and those she had once knew, sending sudden stabs at her chest when she finally met Snow's gaze, and then Ava's. "Pleasure to meet you as well."

Smiling towards the figure, Ametrinekit rolled her shoulders as a casual reply. The lack of sleep since her brothers' passings hadn't exactly taken a toll on her- mentally, at least. She had surpassed that stage after wearing her voice to a mere whisper after wailing for Jarvis in her state of shock, but it was now that she hd come to terms with their deathes; besides, poppy seeds would always slip her into a veil of slee that repaired such damage to her physical features that had been worn with fatigue. "I can't sleep. ..But aren't the stars beautiful? Even if I did go to sleep, I wouldn't be able to get the sight of them out of my head." She chimed, her voice softening as she flicked an ear towards Otis. "And what about you? I thought big bad deputies like you are supposed to get their rest." Ammy teased lightly.

The figure had sat itself upon the border of the BloodClan, visibly aware of the scent markings that divided her from the territory; however, an ever so prominent smile had found its way onto her maw, bearing a rueful quality amidst its silhouetted features. She had made no attempt to call out to anyone nearby, nor openly walk into the clearing, knowing that she would be no match for whatever lie beyond; but the tall feline had kept her head bowed to the ground, smiling as she awiaited the precense of one who would be able to accept her into the desert Clan, all while observing the strings that had been attached to her paws.

"Let's waste no time to useless introductions." The figure mewed, raising her head to reveal her molten amber gaze as it met Kit without flinching. "I'm Sucre. I am here to join, if you'll have me." She meowed with the ever present hint of laughter ringing in her tone, which mimicked that of chiming bells. As she awaited a reply, Sucre rolled her shoulders lightly, as to draw away from her pitifully small frame as she spoke, all while retaining her unwavering grin.

Sucre
-Based off of Sucre from the game OFF
-Female
-Trainee
-9 moons
-Questioning
-Difficult
-Crippling addiction to sugar

Open to:
-Friends
-Enemies
-Spars
-Private threads
-Anything else not listed

Picky about:
-Relationships [in general]
-Rivals

Closed to:
-Death
-Capture
-Rape

Track.

Ah, it had been too long since she had seen such a lovely dance of flesh and claws in its grandeur. Sucre had found her paws leading her to the scene with the ever present grin stretching across her maw as she sat a few tail lengths away from the scene, as well as the others. "I'll observe, for now." She chimed as she fixated her molten amber gaze on the two figures, and remained silent as the spar began.

The femme was never one for alcohol. Sugar was what she craved for every moment of her being; she had been named after it, in hindsight. Thus, with her unwavering grin blossoming against her facial features, the figure simply rolled her shoulders as she trotted up beside Aniston. "A lovely poison. Brandy, perhaps? I doubt you'd remember, though, in this state." Sucre mewed, a mixture of empathy and slight amusement resounding off of her chiming tone.

"I'll be able to navigate on my own; but it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, all of you." Sucre mewed with a simple nod towards Altercub, slipping past the gathering of people to cross the scent border almost silently, aside from the slight drag of the strings that remained wound around her paws. All the while, she had made minimal eye contact; it was better that way, for the trainee. If she ever were to leave to seek out the one she had left behind, it would be easier if she did not form any bonds with such supportive people for her own mentality.