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"Magnifique. J'espère que ces félins ne sont pas barbare, je ne veux plus de sang sur les griffes aujourd'hui.", Isen licked his lips, which still tasted vaguely of of the rodent he had brought down earlier. His wool like blue coat puffed in his displeasure at the sight before him. As a former farm cat in France, he knew what feral cats were capable of. Hell, he even watched helplessly as his only friend Denise was torn apart by a couple a stray toms. The poor little puppy, all she did was try and play with them.
Isen shuddered, ears flattening to his head as if her whines still resonated clearly around him.

And all he could do was claw at that wooden door.

He shuddered, staring down at his paws, his right paw was ugly, scarred and beaten. That paw had taken the most damage as he slashed at the wood, and he was positive that his claws were still in that barn door.

Closing his eyes, he let out the breathe he hadn't realized he had been holding, entering the camp slowly, sitting down silently. He was rather expressionless, his long tail twitching and winding behind him.

"Excuse me, may I ask what this place is?"

His voice floated like a stone, not at all really. Isen's voice was not exactly what anyone could call chiming or pleasent, actually, it would be a very nice sound if he didn't speak in such an unwelcoming tone.

Isen stared in utter horror, though it did not show on his face. He himself was French, and it was very unsettling to see another male of his respectable nationality so blatantly molested. He was not clan born, so did not know whether or not is was exactly acceptable for him to confront the screaming queen. However, he sincerely did not care for the mewling, so he just gazed in awe at how many kits she was producing.

That had to hurt.

"Elle est folle...", Isen's soft hiss of disgust was ill hid, but hushed.

The tom's brow rose in question as he eyed the she kit's bloated tummy for a moment.

"Sneak an extra mouse, mon petit?"

Isen was a bit surprised at the kit's outbursts, but he strained a small smile none the less. Join? Well, he was homeless. Not that he'd ever admit to being lonely, he just, he just had nothing. The tom knelt down, paw bending to support him, "I am not sure that you can accept me. And yes, I am French."

He humored her questions, his patience was exceptional. Not that he'd admit, the the little fuzzball was kind of adorable.

Isen hummed an old French lullaby, padding slowly toward the fresh kill pile. The air was so fresh and clean, it smelled strongly of earth and the foliage surrounding the camp. Turning his head, he noticed the slight bustle in one particular area of the camp, watching from afar, the Chartreux approached the nursing queen cautiously, his maw pressed into a line.

"Madame, do you need anything? New bedding, food?"

In nature, Isen was very cold and sarcastic, but he felt that the strong individuals that gave life were worthy of politeness.

However, he noted that the female had died. And a male had just appeared in her place.

"Well. My offer still stands... Sir."

God this was weird.

Name Change Ceremony-

Name; Isen

New Name; Lancecoporal

A flash of amusement crossed the male's features for a moment. A rare sight actually. He was never really happy after his one true friend had been mauled, but really, it was selfish of him to be so damn cold about everything.

Isen said nothing more, making his way to the pile, he selected a well sized thrush, gripping it firmly between his teeth. He was not very tall, but he what he lacked in height, he made up for in presence. Even just simply watching him sleep, anyone could tell he was troubled. Rage filled. Spiteful.

Being so empty was tiring.

Well, assisting this father/mother was a meek attempt at normality. And like any attempt, it was futile when it came to being less stoney. So, setting the thrush in between Juniper's paws, Isen just offered a shrug.

"I am very new here Monsieur, I apologize."

I mean, if stuff like this happened a lot, Isen would be very, very unprepared. Hearing Morningcloud's comment, Isen resisted the urge to cringe.

Ugh, love. Not his scene, he did not really grasp the concept, because it was just a way to become really vulnerable. When you love people, they can hurt you.

His gaze landed upon the apprentice, professionalism quickly overcoming wry amusement.

"My name is Isen. I've been traveling for quite a while,", Isen paused, looking into the trees.

"I have lost my home, so I am seeking a new one. I am able bodied, so I may serve a purpose here."

The cool earth beneath him was almost soothing, it felt like the ground back at the farm. He remembered Denise's little body trembling in laughter as she had tumbled down a small hill. She was so full of life. He missed that so badly.

Dipping his head to Mac, the Chartreux murmured an even, "My name is Isen."

Redirecting his attention to Juniper, he nodded in agreement. "Fair enough, so, is there anything in particular that I have to do?"

Lancecorporal dipped his head in respect, replying, "Thank you sir. "

Isen was slightly taken aback by all of the attention, but he held his ground. He was not exactly a cat of many words, so this was far from fun.

Hearing Audioprime, a slight smile graced his regal features, "Merci monsieur, il est agréable d'entendre la beauté de la langue qui m'a soulevé une fois de plus.", it was probably the most kind thing the tom had ever said to anyone before. It was just that, even a single word spoken by another in French made the male's heart stutter. It reminded him almost painfully of home, and he really appreciated that.

As Witchingstar approached, however, he knelt down, murmuring a soft, "Hello Madame." He gave Paisleypaw, Salempaw and Weddingpaw a nod, greeting them with a small smile as well. Noting Paisleypaw's comment, he added, "It is nice to meet you mon cher."

In a slightly better mood, he allowed his golden eyes to float over the gathered cats, his voice was soft and smooth as he spoke, "I thank you for allowing me to live here, and I pledge my allegiance to your clan.", Isen bowed his head. He may be rude and very unspoken, but his mère had raised an obedient and respectable son. He did not let his gaze waver, his face was unreadable, but his eyes were bathed in a fiery promise.

A promise he would not soon break.

Isen sat back on his haunches, awaiting an answer patiently.

{OOC; Isen is now Lancecorporal! Oh, I had to pay homage to Levi, I mean my avatar is not enough... x3

Lancecorporal frowned, nodding in sympathy as he let his tail tip rest on Audioprime's shoulder, "J'espère qu'elle ne vous dérange au bord de la folie totale. Je veux dire, comment suis-je censé faire des amis avec quelqu'un d'autre si tout ce que je peux faire est d'être un sociopathe?", even if he dead panned, it was clear that the Chartreux enjoyed speaking with the other male.

Even in such, uncomfortable circumstances.

{OOC; Isen has had his name changed to Lancecorporal! Because Levi that's why.

Lancecorporal lifted a paw to his mouth, drawing his rosy reddish pink tongue over it's scars for a second, letting it fall down to the earth for a brief moment.

"Madame, if I may,"

The tom walked toward Morningcloud, gesturing toward the young couple, "I have no doubt these two will focus on their training. I feel that they should act upon this. They have decided they are mature enough to adopt them, and that is their decision. In short, I believe they can raise the kits.", he glanced toward the two, golden eyes unreadable as ever.

"Of course they will need a milk producing queen, but I can see that the two would make fine parents."

Lancecorporal nodded, offering a small smile, "You both are very much welcome." with that! he silently stood and made his way out. Close family and friends may be the only ones staying for now.

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Lancecorporal chewed his cheek, his teeth cutting viciously into his flesh.

Too much noise.

Too much noise.

Everyone seemed to be yowling, the Chartreux narrowed his whiskey bathed eyes in rage, his heart speeding up. The ice was hitting him without mercy, though his wiry coat kept him from too much damage. He stayed in the underbrush, watching and keeping his head safe from the heavy hitting objects. The short male let out a short hiss of breath, searching for safety, worry for the others was nagging in the back of his mind almost as loud as the chaos.

Lord, how he missed the quiet countryside.

Lancecorporal made his way through the crowd solemnly, trying to keep his cool. But, there was so much damned noise, he almost couldn't think. One thought popped up that almost made his head spin.

Where is Audioprime?

He remembered the one fellow here who managed to get a genuine smile out of him. Lancecorporal began to grind his teeth. He knew what finding anyone important meant. It meant having one more body to count when the day was done. Lancecorporal shuddered at the though, murmuring something in French before stumbling forth.

[align=center]Lancecorporal's broad shouldered figure calmly padded into view, his expression was as stone cold and solemn as always. The Chartreux tom turned his gaze, looking up to admire the sun' warm, loving rays.

How lovely did they feel on his fur? Quite.

He continued to admire, letting his eyes drop, and they fell right onto Audioprime's basking form. Lancecorporal's expression softened minutely, but just enough that anyone who had been paying attention would have noticed. He really did have a soft spot for that cat. Maybe because he was French. Maybe because he was sensible. No one could really tell with him. The male stepped toward his acquaintance, nodding soberly, mewing a level, "Bonjour, Audioprime."

Lancecorporal looked at the gathering cats, seeing a few familiar faces, waving his ear at both Juniperpaw and Morningcloud in particular, greeting the others in suit.

[align=center]Lancecorporal watched in silence, wryly offering the poor cat a smile. She seemed rather uneasy...

{{ooc;TRACK SON

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Lancecorporal sauntered in, tail high and chin raised with his dignity. Really, he only came to support friends. This was geared toward romantics anyway, so he was just a spectator. It was rather unlikely that anyone would catch his eye, well, it was just really complicated.

The Chartreux glanced over at his fellow Thunderclanners, seeing Juniperpaw, who was by his favorite, excepting Audioprime, who he just was conflicted about. Not in a bad way, just, conflicted. Lancecorporal made his way toward the apprentice, offering him a small smile and nod.

"Bonjour Juniperpaw, how are you?"

[align=center]Lancecorporal quirked a brow critically, but followed anyway. He needed to get out more anyway.

[align=center]Lancecorporal narrowed his eyes at the scene as he sat in silence. 'Ca me rappelle d'un match de pisser..., musing while he padded forth, the male just let his claws slide in and out of his paws in boredom. Witchingstar seemed like a good cat.

It would be a shame if she did not return.