Posts by ARTDECO

The fierce bronze female emerged from a hallway and neared to the fiery beast; so that her emerald greens could hover over the scene Wildseas was inspecting. Ears perked, Artdeco stretched her neck higher to get a better look at the Twolegs, who were currently discussing and wrapping the fence around the Bloodhouse. It had been a week or so since her arrival, but trouble had not given up on her yet it seemed. She would not mind using the backdoor for security measures, but what if the Twolegs did not stop at their borders? What if one day, they would knock on the door of the Bloodhouse with their grotesque bare paws like an invasion? Would they have to look for a new residence? Dee did not want to sound too apprehensive, so she instead suggested a thing. "Shall we patrol more carefully and attentively to observe their new occupation? Do you think they will even get closer to us, sir?”

The fiery Abyssinian had already hopped on the bandwagon of alone time under the sun. The slender feline had decided to test her agility on the yard against a fly, so that her joints would not get rusty before she joined elderly. She had stretched a few times, cracked the bones around her haunches, and sprinted after the pitch black fly. She was zigzagging, following the winged creature under it, she appeared on its left than its right and continued messing with the poor tiny creature before she captured it between her front paws and squished it. She was proud of how swift her movements remained; everyone usually assumed she was weak in physique just because she was too slim. Well, her advantage was her small body portions against the wind’s friction, so she could blow like the wind whilst running. Proud of her training, she hopped through the grasses, entered to the front yard and instantly came to a stop after noticing the duo. She was not very well acquainted with both, so she decided soak in the sunlight a few tail lengths away. Before doing so, she offered a curt polite nod. After all, Nathanos’ built was still giving her a scare.

Being a free stray was etched in the bronze beast’s roots; her ancestors had chosen to remain neutral to all clans and preferred to stick with kinship. Her mother, her father, and some relatives had been the part of that small community; they used to take shelter in all possible suitable places for safety measures, shared prey, and their stories. They had grown too accustomed to each other’s life experiences that their exclusive community had begun to morph into one. After the incident, after Artdeco’s first victim’s blood had ran like a river on the hard ground, she had joined BloodClan. However, Artdeco was still indifferent to clan borders - not to mention her sense of change in smell was vague. Her perception of the realm they resided in was border-free; despite her declared loyalty to her current clan, she still could not see that her freedom was enclosed in their territory. If a Riverclanner was to march in, disturb her from her rest with a meaningless rant about crossing the borders, the words spent were likely to be music to her ears - she could not care less. Not only care, but she could not even grasp the significance of the border between the enemy clans.

Upon an alien tone reached her perked ears, she twisted her neck in the direction of the apprentice in mere interest. Dee would have guessed it was another young member of her clan - as her fate had crossed with kits several times now - but the way the apprentice approached her was not welcoming. In fact, his tone suggested her to leave the scene as soon as possible; she was threatened by this stranger’s puny words. My, my what do we have here? Frankly, this wasn’t rhetoric dear. Who are you to question my presence and dare interrupt my rest in this lovely morning? She reacted, her emerald greens slowly inspecting his built from head to paw. Although she wasn’t a fan of violence, she had to weigh her opponent first.

She flicked her tail on air, and tried to make out the border she was currently trespassing.

//unfortunately no, it’s not yet ready :c I will try to give you more info with my posts, but if something appears vague, do tell me! <33

Oh, Artdeco took a delight in watching the spars. In the tense battle mimicry, both parties glared at their opponent to give a scare and doing so, declared their strength to the audience. Muscles of both felines would contract, giving the impression of a loaded gun ready to fire, and in their case, ready to spring on each other. Claws were sheathed, yes, but the blows of paw seemed good enough to watch. The spar would go on until one would be forced to admit their defeat whilst their body mass would hit the concrete. The evening show of strength and agility contest would teach everyone how to combat in a particular way; placing of the paws, sneak attacks, surprise blows, and enhancement of strength and agility.

The narcissist feline made herself present by emerging from an arbitrary direction, and hoped that she would also get to pick someone around her body weight. She was ridiculously thin, her ribs were stretching out faintly. Her strength was her agility, ability to move very swiftly, and she tried to defy the opponents power with her brisk movements. She sat on her haunches, and anticipated for a suitable partner.