Posts by centella ardiente

[justify][size=8]The caracal figured this BloodClan seemed pretty cool, so she came into the territory to join it. A pleasant surprise awaited her at the border; a bloody river, bones and skulls. So the clan really was as awesome as she had heard, if not more awesome. Cent got fairly deep into the territory, then decided to just sit by and lick the fur on her chest with her rough feline tongue. If the clan members were not total dumbasses, they would soon find her. If not, the clan wasn't worth joining.

[justify][size=8]A smile appeared on the little caracal's face as she looked up at the significantly bigger cat. She would probably be just as big if she were as old as her, but Cent was just one month old. Haha, a smile, right? Well, what Cent called a smile. Her smile wasn't sweet, as smiles usually are, but appeared to be more like a smirk. A mischievous smirk, promising devilish attitude. Because the caracal indeed was a little devil. A little form, but boy, was she short tempered and sassy! "Had a sunny day or are you trying to tell me that I look like a little kitty? So adorable," she said rather snappily, referring to the sickening sweetness in the serval's voice, then rolled her eyes and offered Larkpaw the most honest-looking of smiles she could to make up for the little taunt. "Centella Ardiente. I wondered if I could join," the caracat said in the tone she usually used when she was normally chatting with someone, which had an edge of friendliness, but sounded overally casual.

[justify][size=8]Cent noticed she might've pissed Larkpaw off, heard her disapproving words, even, but she didn't care. She didn't like when people treated her like an adorable little toy. The serval started it. She asked for it. She might as well have put a pink bow on Cent's neck and made her a wreath of flowers, then put a sign that read 'cute' in front of her and put her up on a shelf in a toy store. Cent just pointed it out in her own sassy way. She was used to sassing at others and being sassed right back at, it was almost like her daily routine. She thought it was cool, teasing your friends like that sometimes. It was her favorite kind of entertainment. Ah well, this poor thing just didn't seem to understand. Cent pitied her, she truly did. Turning to the tiger that seemed to come out of nowhere, she smirked even more widely. "I swear my loyalty to BloodClan," she paused "Also, hats off to you for nearly scaring the fuck out of me," Cent added in a sort of appreciative tone, not too appreciative, but enough to show she wasn't kidding. She noticed the wolf, but he didn't seem to interest her, although everything else seemed to be of great interest to her, and she was subconciously swishing her tail from left to right.

[justify][size=8]Finally, at last, someone seemed to understand the caracal at least a little bit. Talk's all about BloodClan being full of awesomeness and animals who like playing taunt in a ping-pong style, yet everyone seemed to be greatly offended by the littlest drop of sass and called it 'rudeness'. That seemed like none of them had even the slightest taste of life. And Cent thought that she herself was a short-tempered bitch. Well, she could handle sass at least, as long as she got the opportunity for a backfire. Most of the animals seemed too pampered, fragile, even. That didn't seem to fit in well with the bones on the borders and blood all around the territory. "Thanks," she muttered, but she was not thanking the tigress for accepting her into the clan. She was thaking her for accepting her as a person. For not sticking her nose up above the caracal's small size and sassy personality.

[justify][size=8]Grinning at the seemingly awesome bengal tiger, she considered accepting the offer for a moment, not because she needed a tour, but because she'd like to hang out with Canada, but then shook her head slightly. "Thanks for the offer, though. Y'know, I like trying everything on my own and having most things happen spontaneously. So yeah, if I get out of sight for a couple weeks, I'm probably fighting a war with flies somewhere and swearing like I-don't-know-what. Motherfuckers make me so itchy," she said, shaking her fur as she said the last words and failing at biting a black speck that flew away from her after being terrified by what must have seemed like an earthquake to it.

[justify][size=8]Cent was journeying around the unfamiliar place that was her new home when she spotted a little white ball of fur in the hot sand. It wasn't any bigger than herself, and that was something to say, considering the caracal was just one month old. It must've been a kitten. Coming up to it with slight interest, she gently poked its ear. "Hey, dude... you all right?"

[justify][size=8]"Great," Cent commented slightly awkwardly, a grin appearing on her face as she noticed Canada, probably the only one she had met in BloodClan who didn't seem to judge her. She then turned back to Neveah and then to the dead BlizzardClanner "Also, nice kill. And nice... decorations you've got there," Cent said, referring to the disguisting-to-some, but gorgeous-to-her missing eyeballs and the tail that was shoved up the stupid object's throat, which never deserved to get any oxygen in the first place.

[justify][size=8]Cent padded over, eyeing the situation with interest. She had heard enough to understand what was going on. Ugh, that buffalo seemed like a pain in the ass. Cent never liked those ugly horned creatures in the first place. She felt heat rising from her chest, teeth gritted as she fought with herself so she wouldn't slap everyone around her except Yami, who seemed to actually give a fuck. Like, what the hell? Some stupid asshole kills a clanmate and the reaction of others is like 'Hey dude, how's the water?' Seriously?

[justify][size=8]Cent padded over, looking at the black smoke kitten with a slight tilt of the head. Castkit seemed very... special. Yes, there was something about him, though the caracal couldn't quite put her paws on what was it. She looked at the moss he was sucking on. Her eyes switched to Gineah and then to Onekit, who seemed to have a rather grossed out expression on his face. A confused frown appeared on Cent's face as she walked closer to Onekit and sat down. She examined his frown, which seemed to be made rather of disguist than confusion. After a while, she spoke, "'Sup?"

[justify][size=8]Cent listened from a far distance, but didn't intend to join in. The Tidalclanner seemed to be harmless, but even at such a young age, the caracal learned her life lesson. Never trust your enemies. She was having an inside argument on whether to or not to trust Kazuma, even though her final decision wouldn't matter. Cent wasn't the one who had the right to vote for anything or whatswhoever. After all, she was 'too young to decide' and she wasn't a high position.

[justify][size=8]Cent gave Chartkit a mischievous grin, which looked mildly creepy, but then again, all her facial expressions always had a hint of devilishness to them, whether she wanted to seem scary or not. Then her attention flicked to Gineah, who was offering a tour to the newcomer. She flicked one tufty ear to the side, her amber optics looking the direction her ear just pointed as if she were trying to reassure herself that whatever she was gazing at was still there. Cent remembered her stubborn self the day she joined, how she wanted to explore the territory on her own. It resulted in nearly getting killed by a snake, but it was fun. Many may have judged by the tom-kit's size that he was not capable of adventuring on his own, but that was a rather stupid judgement. Even small things can have claws if they want to.

[justify][size=8]Now that she thought it through again, the buffalo probably really was at right. If a clanmate was idiotic enough to attack such a big animal just because it was drinking water, they were not a clanmate to her. Yami was also overreacting. Not that the caracal didn't like blood and gore, but she could have tried to reason with words before diving headfirst into trouble. Cent was going to get the sword anyway, because she didn't want Yami to die; after all, Yami was important to the clan, but then she heard the white tiger cub's hilarious threat, which immediately grabbed her attention and stopped her from focusing on anything else, so she froze on the spot. Quickly, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, then frowned to look a bit more serious. "Go ahead, we really need him here, anyway," she said to the tiger cub, then turned to go get Yami's sword before she got killed by the buffalo.

[justify][size=8]Cent stood next to the black wolf who happened to smell exactly like the bengal tigress that had once accepted her into the clan. "Oh hey," she greeted rather blankly, her amber optics looking at Soviet with slight curiosity.

[justify][size=8]"Hey, Pix. Name's Centella," said Cent rather coolly. It was one of those slightly rainy days for her and she was a little tired, so she kept her sentences brief. However, it seemed rude to some, some even took offense. Like Larkpaw. Oh yeah, she remembered play-mocking her overly sweet tone and getting a bitchy mutter of disapproval in return instead of the expected sassy comeback. Some people were just forever-grumpy assholes.

[justify][size=8]"Mmmmh..." Cent mumbled softly, looking at Dami with interest. Yes, she was getting a little bit bored and sick of just sitting on her ass, doing nothing. Yes, yes, a party sounded like a nice little change. It might just raise her energy, too.

[justify][size=8]Cent nodded in greeting to the group, her amber optics gazing at all the pretty animals. The tiger cub was extremely beautiful, oh yes. Stunning, really. But BloodClan was full of such animals, a tiger wasn't such a rarity.

[justify][size=8]Amg. Amg. Amfg. These were the only words that popped into Cent's mind as she mentally facepalmed herself at the stupid tigress that appeared to have a camera hanging on her neck. She spat at the ground disguistedly, as if breathing the same air as Clari could also make her as dumb. "What the actual fuck?" she muttered under her breath with a deep frown on her face.

[justify][size=8]"Hey, I'm Centella," she said carelessly, though a bit shocked at Val's loudness and her extraordinarily long name.

[justify][size=8]Ah, Cent knew that feeling. When you have nothing to say and suddenly the whole world goes absolutely awkward and you just wish you could disappear. Really, it happened to her often. It was absolutely normal. To her, anyway.

[justify][size=8]Hearing Paragon, the femme padded up. "Aw, c'mon, don't be such a bum," she said to 1C9, rolling her eyes. She turned to Paragon and offered him a small smile. "I'll help ya," Cent said eagerly, readying herself for the weight of the dead loner.