Posts by wrene

The feline decided to feign innocence, her eyes going wide in mock surprise. "Plague? Whatever do you mean?" Wrene would ask, taking a seat besides the hellhound. "I'm only a literal ray of sunshine." Well, at least she knew that she was kind of lacking in the personality area. Though, that didn't mean she had any inclination to change that.

//rip my muse

Wrene decided she might as well get her task for that week out of the way as soon as possible. The silver tabby had spent a good chunk of the days gathering up baskets and bags--basically anything that could hold stuff--as well as common herbs, pieces of candy, and just little knickknacks that she figured someone must like. "Hey! Anyone wanna help out here?" she called out, eyeing the unorganized pile. She really didn't want to do all of this by herself. Plus, Dove did say to gather a small group to help her hand these out. And if they didn't want her going off on some random ally while dropping off these god forsaken baskets, someone better be willing to help her out.

"Woah, dude, is something wrong with you?" Probably not the best way to phrase it but whatever. Wrene took a spot besides Ransompaw, eyeing the newcomer. Whoever he was, he seemed a little out of it. She glanced at the hellhound besides her but let out a tiny scoff when she saw that she was frowning yet again. What a surprise! Wrene was beginning to doubt that the other could even smile at all. Shaking her head of the thought, she turned back to face the stranger, waiting for his response.

"Sunburns! I would never" she said, gasping dramatically. "Well, that's not very nice. And people call me the mean one!" The facade fell off her face a moment later, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a frown and her eyes narrowing. She just looked vaguely annoyed for a moment.

Then, as quick as it had disappeared, it reappeared, the sickly sweet smile crossing her maw once again. It was almost scary how fast her expressions could change. "It almost seems like you want me to ask something," she noted, faintly giggling. The way she laughed was too high-pitched to be real.

"Excellent choice!" Wrene grinned in an extremely passive aggressive manner, dropping it completely a second later. Of course it had to be Ransompaw. Who else would it be? "Now, I don't know, help me put a bunch of stuff in baskets. How many allies do we have again? Seven? Eight? Whatever, I got like ten baskets." That was probably another reason to be concerned about Wrene doing this specific task. She hadn't even bothered to learn who their allies were. Well, sorry. She just didn't have enough motivation to learn about Shadowclan and other groups at the same time.

Wrene audibly scoffed at Ransompaw's appearance, rolling her eyes extremely obviously. "If I fuck up an alliance by just talking then good. Wouldn't want to be allies with a bunch of pussies who can't handle the truth, anyways. Hey! Don't you go apologizing for me! I'm not your fucking kid, for god-sake." Clearly, the two of them got along fantastically.

She turned back to Ramsay with a grin. "If you're still offering a drink, it'd be real lovely about now." She shot a pointed glare to Ransompaw. "Oh, camp's around that way. Just keep going straight. You can't really miss it." She pointed with her bushy tail.

Wrene had been patrolling the borders for a little while now--well, patrolling made it sound a bit too official. What she was doing was more like wandering around in hopes of finding entertainment of some kind. And, so far, she hadn't been disappointed. There seemed to be a lot of strangers on the borders today. So, it didn't surprise her at all when she heard the voice of another one.

"Hello!" Wrene answered, trotting up to the husky and flashing a smile. "Yeah, this is Shadowclan. What else would it be? I'm Wrene, by the way. Nice to meet you and welcome."

"What the fuck happened here?" Wrene questioned, coming to stand besides Ram. She eyed the apparent angel, truly concerned for once. This was certainly a first. The feline had never seen anything like it. "You okay? Like still breathing and everything?"

//rushed

"Ooh!" Wrene let out, eyeing the basket with a genuine interest. She approached besides Finch with a welcoming smile on her maw. A rare sight, honestly. It must have been the basket that the Aleksei guy had brought. An easy way to get on her good side had always been gifts. "That for us?"

Wrene rolled her eyes at Ransompaw's appearance. "And here comes Miss Killjoy," she muttered, flashing her fakest smile to the other. Honestly. The hellhound seemed to constantly be around. What had Wrene ever done to make the universe hate her so much? She was about to let out another comment when Jackdaw stepped in, making Ransompaw more angry. That, in turn, caused Wrene's mood to improve. She laughed loudly at their exchange, lifting a paw to wipe away fake tears. She would have jumped into the little argument but it ended almost as quickly as it began.

"Bright star? Never been called that before," she hummed, turning back to the joiner.

The mention of a game caught her attention, especially since Wrene had been rather bored beforehand. The silver tabby made her way over, her ears perked up in interest. "Capture the flag? Dude, I love that game!" she grinned. Capture the flag had been a childhood favorite of hers--she used to play it with with some loners occasionally when she was younger.

Hearing that Sieglinde didn't know what it was, she gasped. "You haven't heard of capture the flag? It's so fun! Basically there are two teams and you try to protect your flag while also trying to get the other team's flag."

Wrene's jaw literally dropped. How could he be so calm? The guy just fucking fell from the sky! If she had been in that situation, she would have been shitting herself. "You sure you're alright? Like you're really not about to die?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "I love oxygen, too, buddy."

"Well, uh, it's nice to meet you, Milkyway. I'm Wrene. Welcome to Shadowclan?" her voice turned up at the end, making the last part sound like a question.