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We knew this was happening. cx

Slinking around was her specialty nowadays. Her presence never commanded power, as Taboa's and Cougarstar's might've had as their figures were practically configured from the blackness. No. Andromeda was created from a softer, more confusing, matter. As a kit she'd been like an owl in a high tree, observing BloodClan in the shadows with wide, green eyes. BloodClan was a never ending show back then, one that had irked her as she witnessed her possible, flirtatious father bat his eyelashes and swing his golden-furred hips by every she-cat. But that owl had disappeared, and later died. A lady of the mist was reborn instead, and that's what she was. Materializing from the ever so faint wisps of dust and mist was thick-furred tabby.

She was darling, so well groomed she could've been mistaken as a kittypet. That life away from BloodClan... what had it been spent upon? It didn't matter, and probably never would. She was subordinate in her own home, a lowlife just like this tom cat who had no connections here. A sigh left pink lips, whooshing from her with exhaustion. This wasn't some spiel of hate, she was just curious of the newcomer. Why such bitterness? Andromeda approached, as silent as though her paws were crafted from clouds. Her voice, too thick and sweet like honey, was probably her mother's as it spilled from her vocals. "Hello. I'm afraid I haven't seen you before. I am Andromeda, a pleasure," the vixen spoke, coming into view as she straightened up and wrapped her tail about her frame, emerald irises speculative.

Another healer. Another feline walking around with the title Lester should be having. Andromeda's light-hearted, passive expression darkened and she reeled slightly away from the dame she'd never met. The slightest aroma of herbs had tickled the tabby mistress' senses strongly, almost mockingly, among the disdainful aroma of the hotel. Her emerald hues would narrow, slits roving over the female's voice who sounded with kindness. A voice that suited her incredibly youthful appearance. Now, Andy had begun to envy that as much as she envied the she's position. It'd seem the tabby's emotions, wrought wild by her family's disappearance, were a poisonous thing to her graceful being.

The tom's words made her snort. She'd clearly seen the softening in his gaze when his eyes met her own. He knows we're the same rank, but he doesn't know I'm not supposed to be as low as him. What he doesn't know is I was born here. Born here just like Wisteria, but Andromeda knew quite well she was the one to blame for her position. She'd involuntarily left BloodClan, and so had many people with her it looked like. Everyone here she had rendered unfamiliar to memories, everyone except Wisteria, who's blue tabby coat eased her tension and drove her wild. She faintly remember the kitten, faintly remembered his mother when she was pregnant and his father atop his box tower. How was he, an incredibly faint and unimportant memory, still around but everyone else... gone? He plagued her, a walking, subtle nightmare and he didn't even know it.

The vixen's voice was neutral when she spoke, slightly accented as the words rolled off her tongue. "Don't be frightened. You'll die quicker if you act like a scared mouse to every stranger that happens to pass you. Like this she-cat mentioned, we came by in friendly greeting. You'll quickly learn, tomcat, that BloodClan do not like not knowing things. We may be the unknown ourselves, we may welcome in strangers, but that does not mean we accept them. Don't be fooled by those words, welcoming and accepting, you'll also come to learn they are far from being the same. Now, if you'd like to start over, I'd gladly redo the pleasantries you've so bluntly butchered. Hello, you may call me Andromeda." The she-cat's vibrant gaze cut placidly over the tom she'd later know to be Rastiel. It wasn't his fault that she had become so stoic, and she couldn't help her inner tyrant, but she didn't how to take to his liking so easily when she knew she was being considered as lowly.

The vixen's gaze flickered with interest, a faint chuckle escaping pale lips. He really wasn't a threat, and was perhaps as innocent as a newborn kitten. Where was she to comment on his bad manners when her own manners had been left to rot? An exhausted sigh followed afterwards, and her emerald irises softened as her tail swayed rhythmically against the torn carpet. "I'm sorry if I'd come off rude. I can promise you I'm not as venomous as the other snakes lying about," the tabby teased, mindlessly insulting her Clanmates. She didn't mean it purposefully, but she'd felt betrayed for her lack of... special treatment. Another grimace, as her mind roiled another storm that had so recently separated. When had this posh, self-deserving attitude come from? No kittypet had accompanied her on her journey... and yet here she was acting like a selfish housecat. But... not even that.

The kitten fluff, tiny frame, and pitched voice might've transformed into a future seductress, but the kitten that had left BloodClan had never truly left herself. Andy was a child. A cat who'd believed and always wanted to act older than her age but couldn't, and probably wouldn't, as though she were to be cursed with emotional turmoil and childish behavior the rest of her life. And for what?

Her mind was a tempest. Lately that's all it'd been. A turmoil of dark thoughts, sad thoughts, clear thoughts, and then a repeat. Just when the storm would break up, a light drizzle would dampen her head and the storm would roil back in. It was some form of insanity, less severe in general but inwardly breaking Andromeda apart piece by piece. It began with the despair of losing her family. At first she'd assumed, after her kit journeys, she'd return to the warehouse where her family, and newfound friends, would be older with new lives. But Andromeda was met with something far less pleasing... the fact BloodClan had moved. That was alright she supposed, they'd been easy to track by their abrasive nature. She'd successfully discovered them with two days worth of wasted time, and the next surprise was a painful one. Her family, friends, and all the familiar faces had been lost too. Lester, her dearest brother, and Hera, her lovely sister, had vanished. Minos, intolerable sure, but some part of her was also agonized in his absence. Florence and Finch, their public confidence and ferocity leaving her even more raw. Everyone was just... gone. Unfamiliar, slightly unwelcoming, faces took their place like an insult. An insult to her, and an insult to her memory. Minos was all she'd had left of some kind of parent, seeing as her supposed true father was dead, along with her mother, and auntie Vi had followed suit a few days after Andy had turned 4 moons old. Minos had tried to father her best he could, and she'd been wary of his actions but longed for his attention anyhow... Regret slithered in her belly as she walked the edge of BloodClan's borders, head lowered and ears flattened in concentrated thought.

The rest of her emotional wreckage was about... herself. She was definitely a catch, gifted with a lithe figure beneath beautiful, thick tabby fur. Built long legged and elegant, with eyes sparkling of the darkest emerald green, almost like the green jewel itself. Her voice was like honey, thick and sweet. Almost too thick, she loathed. Almost too sweet, she continued. It was evident Andromeda's ladylike nature was a bit of a shock from a BloodClanner who was born with the looks of a seductress. Rosaline, her mother, and Vi, her aunt, had been partners in crime. Two elite guards, succubi rather, who lured toms in their nests for nights of endless pleasure. But one night had been one that'd come with a consequence at last, where Rosa's lack of faithfulness troubling her of who the father could be. She'd been torn between Romeo and Minos, both who had been flirtatious toms and both who could be the sire to her litter. Andromeda was the reminder, one of the remnants, of that era of BloodClan. A reminder of the time females were born as sirens, and the males born to reproduce perhaps a stable Clan worth of kittens. In her youth, Andy remembered kits running everywhere, and all the males having some sort of connection with the four Clans through children they had no desire in raising. It'd struck an undesirable chord in the pink collared tabby, and her appearance was a constant fuel for that hate.

She'd always wanted to command power, to bring about a fearful presence as Taboa and Cougarstar could. They were.. pleasant looking felines at best, without their scars of course, and Taboa had fallen in love even with such a vivacious attitude. It was why Andromeda had begun to create her own personality of dignity, formality, and elegance, instead of turning into the soothsayer of the night as she was so destined to be. Andy longed for a deep, commanding feminine tone, but alas she was cursed with one that meant to lure toms into her nest. To use them for information, or use them to complete her own desires. But to be her mother? To be her flirtatious fathers? She'd rather not. She tried anyway, and as far she knew she'd exceled. Even her gait, the loose sway of her hips that she'd tried to change so many times, was hopeless to fix. It was in her nature to be a seductress, a succubus like her family, and though she loathed them in that sense, she loved them in another somehow. Torn by confusion, it was no surprise why she wandered in frustration with her head down, paws practically stomping on the ground as her talons scratched deep lines in the soil.

[hey muse, where'd you come from? xD] WOLFSBANE  

Andromeda's head snapped up, pupils widening to the size of saucers as her tail instinctively bushed up with surprise. His words were not threatening, in fact that made her ear tips burn, although the ignorant mention of her current position was a jab to the gut. Speculative pupils slitted with annoyance as she focused on this bold tomcat She noted his scent, for one, which smelled of the moor more than the city stench. His coat was sprinkled with scars and other signs of battle, while he was also missing a foreleg. A pink, ghastly scar ran from the shoulder to the nub, proof he'd lost it in a fatal feud. But the thing that stood out to her most, not even the missing leg, was the collar that constricted his throat. It was reinforced with teeth, in usual BloodClan tradition, and when she looked at his paws, the tabby noticed the faint tips of claws too big to fit in their sheaths. Who was he? Obviously of BloodClan, but smelling of WindClan? Her interest was helplessly piqued.

Her feathery plume lashed at her back as she inhaled a deep breath and exhaled immediately before speaking. "Excuse me, but I'm afraid you don't belong to BloodClan anymore," Androemda stated politely, feeling mocked somehow. Obviously the tom still was proud to be a ravaging rouge. He still had memories of this Clan practically attached to him, and here she was excluding him from his home because of decision he'd made. It was like her own scenario, feeling like a strange in a Clan she couldn't leave forever because it was home, because somehow these felines were family. Her green gaze softened and she loosened a long, breathy laugh from her vocals. "You know what. Stay around, I don't care. But in reality you steal prey, or lay one nasty claw on one of us, and I'm afraid I'll have to shred you. Don't get it twisted puddin'," Andromeda teased, hoping to show the tom she knew his situation quite well. He'd probably returned in hopes of finding familiar faces just as she had, and Andy slightly sympathized.

"I know where I stand here, and I can assure you I'm treated quite well stranger. Now, with the usual BloodClan pleasantries out of the way, I'll be the first to introduce myself. I'm Andromeda, a walking tempest. When your head is a heavy cloud like mine, you'll act the way I do. I usually walk around like the empress you expect to be, but today I'm not feeling like putting on a complete show," Andromeda muttered, raising a white tipped paw to brush along the length of her whiskers in thought. "And who are you, oh brave and mighty soul." The striped vixen would grin, the storm in her head slightly departing.

Andromeda prowled forth, usually unlike her. She approached things with a high head, hips swaying and lightly as her tail twirled in the air like a black stripped ribbon. But this time, this time she approached with caution because she'd followed Wisteria. She'd seen him dragging the body through the territory, and here she was witnessing the tribe cat to be disposed in the pit like filth... Andromeda could not share the hate and glee her Clanmates felt. It wasn't like the vixen could look at the affectionate scene between mother and son anyway, afraid envious thoughts would obscure her focus. But what focus? What was she to do?

Andy was not soft-hearted, but she believed in dignity. Something told the young feline this tomcat, constricted by a collar and chain, had been robbed of his choice. The fire that blazed in his eyes was not bruised, as though he hadn't even fought to get here, and frankly Andromeda couldn't see Wisteria battling anything intentionally. Like a child calling foul-play, the BloodClanner's emerald gaze flashed over the blue tabby's pelt, basking in the praise of his mother. What was she to do? Announce the unfairness? Approach Wisteria privately? If the tribecat really had been dragged here, then the rage that glimmered in his eyes would teach his captor a lesson, the willowy beaut decided.

Her white paws ventured to the lip of the pit as her head peered over the edge and was visible to the angry captive below. Her eyes were unreadable pools of dark green as she directed her full attention at the male, feminine face angling slightly to the side as though she questioned his motives in futile hissing and spitting.