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A small black feline nose raised, sniffing the dry and arid dessert air for sent along with raising a blue point paw and releasing his ivory claws to feel the the brushing wind. His lanky body tensed as he let out a shrill cry to alert the clanners.

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The blue point Siamese rolled his tongue in his mouth before telling the wild cat in a friendly voice "Call me BatesMotel, i'm a former kittypet from a place very far from here," suddedly changing his voice to a darker tone He finsihed wish "I would very much like to join."

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"That would be nice but-um-IhavesomethingIneddtogoget,"He said is an adorably awkward voice while his face showed since of fear "Maybe later?"

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Blue tipped paws broke into the grass of Riverclans territory as a blue point Siamese dashed into the fight. After he heard that his clan had gone to fight Batesmotel bolted here. He spotted Ferdinand - though he didn't know his name due to just joining - along with amour and Misselfire and decided to awkwardly pretend he was a inexperienced trainee instead of a ruthless murderer.

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Batesmotel gave a quick and awkward little stumble along with looking fearful to pull his weakling act further as he ran towards the riverclan spy flicking his thin blue tail with the wind. The first tier then jumped in a attempt to hit the experienced several on her face.

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Batesmotel padded up and sat down shifting his haunches to find a good position to watch the third tier brawl. Amour and Gwen where the only cats he knew in the clan having never introduced himself so he focused on Ansel trying to identify the tom.

_{"May I, amour," Batesmotel - known as Norman to his clanmates - asked the cheetah with an small mewl. "I've never sparred before." the first tier noted.}

_{He asked the third tier respectfully, it wouldn't really bother him - that much, he amended, - if the queen refused.}

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Norman locked his eyes on Amour flicking his eyes around the queen's spotted body. This was edgy, she was a cheetah and probably had many powers. Batesmotel was a small, quick, lanky cat. However he was quite witty, nimble and determined. Before he joined bloodclan the blue point tom spent a great deal of time without visiting any Clans or groups or territories with his mother, he would look back on his usual pastimes and wonder at himself. Why didn't he spend his time on practicing actual fighting? What was the kick he got from drowning a kitten or surprising a queen?

[size=7pt]I finally made a sub for Batesmotel even though he's leaving bloodclan, track in case he re-joins.[/size]

[size=7pt]He'd been walking for quite a bit longer than he was used to walking. His pace was steady, his breaths were even, and his eyes were resting levelly on the horizon ahead, and he simply continued to walk. The afternoon sun was full on his face, and he was automatically squinting a little into it. That, like everything else, had receded into the background of his awareness.

The look in his eyes was basically blank, and someone who was looking at him from a distance may have thought they were looking at a zombie. The wide yellow eyes and the broad whiskered face were devoid of emotion. Perhaps it could have been interpreted as apathy, or perhaps simple obliviousness. In reality, it was neither: Noraman was just thinking.

The slim blue Siamese had quite a few things to think about.

This was one of his favorite routes to take; there were seldom any interruptions by cat, man, or beast. These were dried desolate lands, and they were almost entirely empty. Not a single living presence made itself known, not even an insect. In fact, if one were paying attention, one might have thought it was rather eerie.

So he just kept walking, flashing his eyes over the territory in watch.

"I'm leaving!" he chuckled loudly, not caring that nobody was listening. [/size]

He'd been walking for quite a bit longer than he was used to walking. His pace was steady, his breaths were even, and his eyes were resting levelly on the horizon ahead, and he simply continued to walk. The afternoon sun was full on his face, and he was automatically squinting a little into it. That, like everything else, had receded into the background of his awareness.

The look in his eyes was basically blank, and someone who was looking at him from a distance may have thought they were looking at a zombie. The wide yellow eyes and the broad whiskered face were devoid of emotion. Perhaps it could have been interpreted as apathy, or perhaps simple obliviousness. In reality, it was neither: Norman was simply thinking.

The skinny blue point feline had quite a few things to think about. His mother. The fact the he was considered a fucking traitor of bloodclan. It had been too long since he'd had his thoughts to himself, and simply gone on one of his long walks toward nowhere.

This was a interesting route to take; this was the way to the rouges, and the passage almost entirely empty. Not a single living presence made itself known, not even an insect. In fact, if one were paying attention, one might have thought it was rather eerie.

But Norman wasn't paying attention. He was just thinking about things. Such as how his paws were aching... walking really did a number on them.

"Hello?" he called lightly and loudly, looking for one of the rouges.

[size=7pt]His sharp blue eyes blinked at the cats who had arrived. "My names is Batesmotel." he replied in a matter-of-factly tone. His azure optics widened and raised in expression and his voice carried in a soft, collected tone. "I understand this is your territory," he said lightly, a polite swirl of calmness cloaking his words. "I was hoping to join.'" the blue tom looked from cat to bird to cat to cat in emphasis of his previous words. his gaze returned the blue tabby and he inspected him. "I'm from bloodclan, I found the lot where a tad bit too-uneducated and statically trigger happy with no other emotion then kill-kill,laugh-laugh."

His voice was disturbing, to put it mildly, especially in the face of the leader.

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[size=7pt]He looked up at the leader while a pleased emotion made his sharp eyes darker and roiling with idea. "Thank you sir, I believe I can manage on my own," he replied softly looking at Church's pale optics "Would I be considered a warrior or Black hearts as you call them or would I be a trainee?" the last sentence were practically said in a low but polite hiss like he never took a breath.

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[size=7pt]Threads with Bates?[/size]

[size=7pt]Sure,can you make it?[/size]

[size=7pt]On a cloudy day like this, with an imminent storm hanging overhead and gusts that could chill a cat to the bone, most would've found the day dreary, depressing, dull. In fact, Bates may have described the weather to be such himself, only this cat had no opinion in anything, and that included bad weather. The air felt thick and heavy, but if it rained, that only meant puddles, mud, slippery earth. Even if he happened to be cold, the downpour of water would provide a pleasant escape from the everyday. Which, could get very repetitive when you had nobody to spend them with, all your time spent sleeping, hunting, or entertaining yourself.

The young tom had retreated back to the territory, not so much to escape the coming rain as much as to use the town as means of entertainment. He hadn't gone deep, still close enough to keep an eye on the clearing where he could watch the storm. After all, if he attempted to do so from the town, he'd have to look up, and all that would accomplish is being cold.

Many of his days as of late had been spent chasing, toying with his prey, climbing trees, even attempting to build things out of small twigs and branches. That'd been fun and all, but one ran out of things to do on his own pretty quickly out here. Stupid as the bloodclanners had been, Bates almost missed them. At least they were good for a few moments conversation from time to time.

Pointed ears pricked when he caught the sound of a voice from behind, muffled by the winds blowing against it. "Hello?" He asked wondering who was as bored as he was.[/size]

[size=7pt]So this was day one as a Blackheart.

It wasn't very busy. He could easily complain about lack of things to do. there had been patrols to go on, prey to catch, the camp to keep an eye on yet none of that compared to his old life.

But that was just the morning. The day had barely begun. It was noon now. Noon on his first day as a Blackheart... and already he was absolutely baffled by the spastic conundrum that had almost never come his way when he'd been an bloodclanner: what was he supposed to do now?

Just a week ago, he'd been in the rigorous "do-this-do-that" rhythm that every bloodclanner knows so well. Sure, he had had plenty more freedom than when he was a bloodclanner. The eleven long months had brought him increasing degrees of autonomy. But at the end of it, he had still had to take orders from the third tiers and from the second tiers.

So now he had to work out what he was supposed to do.

He opened his sharp blue eyes and gave the town a quick look-over, blinking at the light. Late afternoon was when the sun really penetrated the city, and it was lit up at least as bright as noon. And a good deal warmer than noon, too. Anyway, there was nothing interesting going on. No games to join. No patrols heading out. Even if there were patrols, he would've hesitated to join them; his paws still ached from all the activity this morning.

The sun was baking his blue point side a little harshly. For about twenty minutes now, he'd been telling himself he had to get up... and telling himself... and telling himself... and slowly heating up more and more.

So now, grumblingly, he hauled himself to his paws, shook the dust out of his short pelt, and looked around, still blinking at the brightness. The fur on his broad shoulders ruffled slightly in the wind as he took a deep, satisfying breath, shutting his eyes again for a moment and raising himself up to his full height, tilting his head up toward the sky and reveling in the feeling. For a few seconds, before he relaxed again, his bearing was positively regal.[/size]

HERE you go

[size=7pt]Oh, someone coming to break his boredom? His azure eyes bore a slight perk as he looked at the deputy—sharp eyesight and detailed memory for faces combined to make recognition easier. But they didn't work this time, because this was someone he didn't know. It was the deputy, and that was all the thin Blackheart knew.

"Batesmotel," he replied easily, giving his long tail a quick curl and snap behind him, and laying his ears forward in a relaxed pose. "I don't know your name,miss."

"Your the deputy," he noted. His eyes, though hazy at a distance, were keen up close, and they attentively drifted down to where there was still a red stain under his blue paw. "I just joined."[/size]

[size=7pt]Bates blinked. "Gr-Fine," he mused. "Though I've just been lounging so far." The dryness in his voice was belied by the laughter in his eyes.

He gave a brisk nod, and his voice and eyes lost all trace of jocularity for a moment. "How long have you lived here?." Though his voice stayed dry, his eyes softened with a bit of question; he went on, "Where you born here?"
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