Posts by JUNO -

general ◦ There's a burning in my bones and in my eyes

◦ Juno

— female [she/her] / heterosexual

— calculating / seductive / charming / aggressive / protective / brash

— 30 moons old / created April 20, 2020

◦ Loner Blooclan / Ripper

relationships ◦ These dreams they're taking hold, I just need time

◦ Lily(npc) xx Dominic(npc) [gen 1]

◦ single / interested / no crushes / ½ NA

◦ will frequently taunt / secret romantic / likes a challenge

◦ mentored by no one / mentored no one

appearance ◦ Building walls to burn them down

◦ ruddy abyssinian molly with spidery limbs and green eyes / health: 100%

— dark sorrel fur over long spider-like limbs make up Juno, accented only by the darker black of the top of her head and snout. don't let her dainty appearance fool you, she is comprised entirely of hard packed muscle supported by smaller paws. large almond-shaped eyes are deep set on her face, the brightest splash of color bejeweling her red pelt.

persona ◦ Cannonballs to watch me drown

◦ estj-a / choleric / chaotic neutral

◦ charming / observant / strong(mentally&physically) / protective / truthful

◦ aggressive / calculating / brash / self-serving / manipulative

— svelte and sleek, Juno finds great pleasure in using her own words and charm to get through life. very rarely do one-on-one actions with her come to blows, but when they do, she knows her way around a fight. she may not possess the physical stature and bulk of a muscular cat, but her longer limbs and deft paws allow her to move through battle like a gale, never staying still and striking with vicious viper-like precision. she is quite possessive of what's hers, whether it be a place to sleep, an object, or another cat. she is easy to approach and exudes an aura of pleasantness which belies a cunning and calculating mind. her brain moves as quickly as she does, always plotting and scheming up some new plan or activity. while she is a good liar, she will avoid lying in any circumstance outside of getting her way; if a situation won't benefit her then she will tell the truth. easy to get along with, she likes to think of herself as "one of the boys" and doesn't mind getting into a bit of rough and tumble, something her regal appearance would not hint at.

interaction ◦ You've got me lost in here and now

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— very experienced in combat / self-taught

— will start fights / will end fights / no kill/maim

— no medical knowledge / would kill

◦ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

◦ attack in #b81800 or tag JUNO -

extra ◦ You've got me gone and lost and found

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— strength: ★★★★★☆

— agility: ★★★★★☆

— medicine: ☆☆☆☆☆☆

— intelligence: ★★★★★☆

— charisma: ★★★★★☆

— perception: ★★★★★☆

female / 30 moons / loner / X

Day one they were ten, day ten they were one. As the wanderers wandered on, their small group got picked off one by one, lost to the streets, to the rats, to the dogs. What could she have been expected to do? Allow herself to be torn apart as well in a show of solidarity? There was nothing to show if she was dead that's what she thought. Her ragtag group didn't know where they were going, they head no heading, no destination. They simply walked "follow the Snakepath" she was told when they first set out. The spindly Abyssinian walked on lanky legs, looking as relaxed as could be. Surely the great snake had a destination, it followed this path religiously, it never deviated. If the snake could find a home of its own, so too could she. "Shall we sing a tune? Liven up our paws? The rust of these tracks is corroding my throat," she purred and looked over her shoulder in mock surprise, almond green eyes wide in faux shock. "Oh that's right! You all had to go ahead and die, leaving me alone. Make me feel bad about my ability to protect you," she snorted in frustration, swinging her wide head forward facing again.

She was tall, she could see for quite a distance, and there was no end to these tracks in sight. This was a fools errand. "A voice is only so pretty when it sings on it's own, even the birds sing a choir!" she seethed crying out to herself in desperation, a single flick of her tail had her continuing on her march. It wasn't long until she came across a different scent, beneath the rust and grime and rat droppings. It smelled of other cats, scent markers, clearly intentional. This gave her pause, and her ears flattened in frustration. Who were these cats to have effectively barred her passage? That was just rude! An annoyed grumble met her throat and a metaphorical furrow of her brow had her moving on, skirting the outside of this invisible boundary. She would simply walk around, that's all. It would only take her a few more days! She groaned aloud at her forced optimism and shook her head. This was hopeless, at least those dead fools would keep her fed, would watch her back while she slept so she could watch theirs while they traveled. What an absolute inconvenience. Her paws ached, her legs were too long for this extended travel, her muscles that rippled easily under her short ruddy pelt burned from excessive use. Sure she could fight off a few rats... but another raccoon? She'd be done for, she was sure of it. She wasn't so naive to think she could take on the world in her increasingly exhausted condition, she hadn't slept since she found herself as the final surviving member.
So onward she would push, carefully staying outside the border, checking occasionally for weaker spots in the border she might be able to slip in. If accosted, she could always blame the condition of shoddy scent markers!

☾ tags | played by Harvest ☽

female / 30 moons / loner / X

She had no sooner decided to try her luck and simply cross the border when a voice rang out, evidently speaking to her. Peridot green eyes widened in excitement as she met his, taking a moment to size him up just as he had done her. Tall, was the first descriptor that came to mind. Much like herself he was lanky, and it was nice not having to crook her neck to meet someones gaze eye-to-eye. A solid grey was he, rather unremarkable as far as many cats go... but he seemed friendly enough. If this was his land as he so claimed it to be, he'd be well within his rights to run her off. He introduced himself as Aspen, and she couldn't help but crack a small smile with how forthcoming he was. Awfully brave to offer ones name first, and she had little time to question why he felt so confident. Two more cats appeared seemingly from nowhere to pause at his side. One cat she could take on, maybe even two, three if she had a partner... but not alone. She knew her exhaustion was evident, but she would provide no further weakness for them to exploit, she knew better than that.

Instead, she rocked back onto her haunches and hit the ground with the faintest of thuds. She would feign the utmost relaxation, going so far as to drag a quick paw over her ear as her gaze shifted lazily to Bjorn and Bullet, though she did not know them as such. "Bloodclan you say? I don't believe I've had the pleasure to hear tales of such a thing..." she murmured before he eyes widened and her back straightened like a board, "How rude of me! My name is Juno, the pleasure is mine," she extended her head outward and lowered to her chest in a tight bow, not willing to set even a whisker over their border.The pleasure was always hers... why would she share? She wouldn't invite them to flay her, she'd come too far for such a mediocre end.
Reminiscent of fire her pelt was indeed, she fixed her eyes on Bjorn now and cracked a grin. His fur looked rather comfortable... she'd often wondered what it was like to have thicker fur, more of a cushion rather than ones bones meeting the earth when she would rest. His greetings to her were also rather polite and she began to feel more at ease... until a younger spitfire joined the equation. More defensive, aggressive, rude even. Why, she'd cuff him over the ear if it wouldn't mean her hide.

"Like I said... my name is Juno. Does this name not please you?" her voice was dripping in mock concern belying utter indifference beneath it. She been travelling for days without a companion... she would certainly take a brief chat with these strangers, these "Bloodclanners" before she went on her way.

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female / 30 moons / loner / X

The next to step forward was the soft looking one. He introduced himself as Bjorn, a powerful name no doubt... but there was something in his golden eyes that gave her the impression he could withstand a beating... verbal and physical. "Bjorn..." she murmured softly, casting her eyes skyward as if mulling the name over in her mind. "That'll do. A fine name indeed... the pleasure is yours." some would call her rather pompous, a fool for poking the dog when she was the one that didn't belong here. They were a group, an organized one at that to have given themselves a name. She'd had a group herself, but they had no such structure, no hierarchy, the leader was whoever cats didn't feel confident enough fighting that day. He seemed moderately interested in her, and so she would do hi the same courtesy in kind, meeting his eyes and focusing her attention on him for as long as he looked and as long as he spoke.

This BloodClan had claimed this city? And to call themselves a clan, they must be many... many more than she was seeing before her now. A slight tingle of nerves began to sound warning bells that perhaps she shouldn't be here. But as arrogant as she was, she would stay, she would drink them dry of all the words they were willing to impart on her. She'd already gleaned one tasty morsel of information, BloodClan patrolled this city, the unspoken message was that she would do well to avoid it. "Snce you've been here, you say? You're rather new?" Everyone's favorite topic was themselves, she'd keep him talking. She leaned forward in engagement, coaxing him with her eyes and body language that he and she were of utmost importance. "I've seen some rather interesting things too... which brings me to your next question. I am but a wanderer, simply trying to make a place for myself... seems BloodClan has beaten me to the punch." a melodic laugh rose from her chest but it held no humor. She was rather frustrated. As if she hadn't walked long enough, not to have to skirt the entire area? Perhaps these cats could grant her passage? If she batted her eyes enough, maybe they would simply turn a blind eye to her being there; in and out before they knew it.

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female / 30 moons / loner / X

Bjorn had stumbled into her web, the look in his eyes portrayed that she had drawn him in, and a bit of pride coursed through her veins. It was easy enough to manipulate her old group, she was one of very females, they just about tripped over themselves in their haste to please her. But like a spider late to their web, Bjorn seemed to realize he'd been got and pulled away, she'd lost him. Bummer... these ones might have brains she mused silently, even if the thought excited her. It was no fun beguiling mindless fools, she liked a challenge; she took pleasure in the long game. Had she implied that she wanted to live here? She supposed indirectly she had. "I seek to live wherever I might find a dry place to rest my head... the fewer rats the better if I may be so lucky," she really wasn't picky, she couldn't be. She had no destination in mind, but she thought she would know it when she found it. But if this great expanse of area was already occupied, who was to say her home wasn't in this mess of twoleg nests? The mention of a leader intrigued her, moreso interested in the fact that it wasn't Bjorn or any of those in attendance. He wasn't the one she needed to speak to, so her attention dropped immediately; there was nothing to gain from him.

Another cat approached then, and she gave him a cursory glance until he spoke. Four was definitely a crowd. "You don't make it around here not knowing how to fight," she responded coolly and glanced Ryland over just as he did her. Though she was tall and lanky, her physique did not betray as much of the muscle she'd fought hard to build. She wasn't as bulky as many aggressors, but she could hold her own easily. His next words seemed significantly less questioning than the first. She'd had no intention of staying here, but was that a challenge? She turned her head up and glared back, "You bet your tail I can back it up, care for a demonstration?" She knew she was asking for trouble goading on these cats on their own turf, but they'd piqued her interest; if joining meant she had to be capable of fighting, this seemed like an interesting place indeed.

☾ tags | played by Harvest ☽

persona ◦ Cannonballs to watch me drown

◦ estj-a / choleric / chaotic neutral

◦ charming / observant / strong(mentally&physically) / protective / truthful

◦ aggressive / calculating / brash / self-serving / manipulative

— svelte and sleek, Juno finds great pleasure in using her own words and charm to get through life. very rarely do one-on-one actions with her come to blows, but when they do, she knows her way around a fight. she may not possess the physical stature and bulk of a muscular cat, but her longer limbs and deft paws allow her to move through battle like a gale, never staying still and striking with vicious viper-like precision. she is quite possessive of what's hers, whether it be a place to sleep, an object, or another cat. she is easy to approach and exudes an aura of pleasantness which belies a cunning and calculating mind. her brain moves as quickly as she does, always plotting and scheming up some new plan or activity. while she is a good liar, she will avoid lying in any circumstance outside of getting her way; if a situation won't benefit her then she will tell the truth. easy to get along with, she likes to think of herself as "one of the boys" and doesn't mind getting into a bit of rough and tumble, something her regal appearance would not hint at.

female / 30 moons / BloodClan / ripper

She had not been present for the battle that plagued Aspen's mind. She had been acquanting herself with her newfound home, learning the twisting streets and alleys, where to go and where to avoid, and upon her return was nothing but bloodstained floorboards and pelts. It reeked of death, but she felt not the slightest itch of concern, it was not her battle to fight, not her's to rustle her pelt over. She weathered and rusted train tracks made a delightful crinkling sound, like crushed leaves, under-paw as she scraped the rust with each step. What a fascinating place she had found herself in! High-walled twoleg nests comprised her old home, and this wasn't much different... what she wasn't used to was the sheer number of bodies she shared space with. She could handle herself in a crowd, she was tall enough to tower over most heads and distinguish herself... but she preferred one on one situations. She could gather the most information that way.

Much to her delight, she spotted the faint moonlit silhouette of one such lonely cat, and even from her position a short way off he reeked of battle and of contempt. It did not concern her, she didn't care. She was in BloodClan for her and her alone, she certainly didn't care for the feelings of others... but mentally compromised cats were among the easiest to work with. She picked her way over uprooted tracks and rust, dodged the occasional branch and stone before finding herself at the ladder. What an odd contraption it was, she'd never seen a thing like it. Rather ungracefully, she picked her way up the rungs, long legs proving to be a tangling disadvantage. When she found herself atop the train, only then did she realize how large this individual was. They were comparable in size, maybe even identical. It took her a moment longer of deliberation before her almond-shaped green eyes widened in recognition. This one had been the first to greet her when she first arrived! "Aspen," she purred softly, a small smile gracing her muzzle. It was important to remember names and faces, it made one more trustworthy. She took a few long strides to reach him on the roof where she settled beside him, fixing him with a look dripping with concern, "What's eating you? You seem awfully glum on such a nice night," she didn't entirely care... but maybe she'd learn more about the fight she had missed? Maybe he would let her in on a secret or two? Sometimes it was easiest to confide in a stranger. The moon turned his fur to a stark silver color from his usual grey, and her a melted amber; two beacons sitting atop a rusted throne.

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

His words and apparent disinterest were confirmation enough for her, he was not in a good place. The only indication that he was attentively listening to her was the swivel of his ears, not even his eyes turned to give her a glance. She settled thoughtfully and stared up at the inky sky alongside him, this glum doom and gloom wasn't the least bit interesting. He needed to get used to who he was? A short laugh lilted from her throat, quick and melodic as it drifted into the empty sky. She couldn't remember the last time the sky had been empty... it seemed like just before she came here the sky was alight with them. But not now. One should never have to live with themselves, they need only live a life worth living, to be someone that they wanted to be. She supposed she could council the younger male as they sat together, forming relationships would be critical to her staying here. "Why is that? If you find yourself unhappy, all you need to do is... stop. Do something, anything, just be someone you can be proud of," perhaps not the most profound words, but it didn't seem necessary to bust out the therapeutic persona. She didn't wear that one well, best to be genuine and speak as she felt.

"I've been... around. I found the most delightful twoleg nest with this delightfully plump kittypet. He couldn't even think to catch me when I ducked in and ravaged his garden," an excited grin spread over her maw now, and the tip of her tail twitched reminiscently. But that was exactly what she meant, he just needed to get his blood pumping, Aspen needed to let go and live a little. He was far to young to be having an existential crisis, that was for her age! But on topic of blood pumping, "The station is a bit of a wreck... it would seem I missed quite a bit in my little journey," she would slowly ease into the topic, if he truly didn't want to talk about it he wouldn't, she would get her information elsewhere. If she wanted to know, she would lay it on thick; "Are you alright physically? You don't look too bad," although in his turned position he wouldn't see it, she couldn't help but wink and lightly flick his shoulder with her long spindly tail as if to beckon him, C'mon, bite! Play with me!

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

Aspen's words entered her hungry ears and stayed, she would package them away for later; his current plague was far more pressing than the gleaning of a potential enemy. He had killed someone, and it would appear the very fabric of his being was fraying around the edges. She looked at him for a long moment, expression unintentionally neutral, was he truly so upset about such a trivial thing? Where she had come from nobody had clean paws, not even herself. More than one life she had taken and stored in her heart; though she took no pride in the act it was a cold necessity. She had been in danger, threatened, and she had protected herself... an enemy should know better than to pick a fight with a stronger cat. But her mindset did not reflect within his, they were completely different. The genuine pain and even grief in his voice threw her for a loop, she couldn't recall ever seeing someone feel bad for killing... not where she was from, and not here. This BloodClan seemed to boast their kills like trophies, going as far to claim the teeth of the fallen to adorn their throats and claws. It was odd but refreshing to speak to someone who didn't seem particularly blood thirsty... but as refreshing as it was, Aspen was naive. A lamb among wolves, would she be the shepherd to guide him to safety? Or be the bridge to welcome him to the pack? "I see..." she would muse eventually, finally removing her eyes from him for a moment, she'd been staring for too long as it was.

"Cats die, Aspen," her words may have been unnecessarily harsh, but he needed to know that he couldn't beat himself over the head for the blood on his paws... they would never be clean, and it was something he needed to live with. "You were protecting your friends and yourself. It wasn't a callous killing, it was one of necessity. If not you, they could have easily fallen to green cough come leafbare," everyone had an expiration date. Though some may be untimely, they were all destined to live and die. He brought about those deaths earlier than expected, but if they died here then those cats were not strong enough to live anyways. "You can and you willmove on. You find a way to... to store the faces away. Beneath your eyelids is not a good place for them," she understood how Aspen felt. She'd felt the same when she had first taken a life, it was easier to blame yourself than the deads actions, to wish yourself among the fallen. But there was a reason he was alive and Stagstride wasn't, Aspen was stronger and he needed to lend some of that strength to his mind as well. Torture however, was not her style and the mention of two cats taking turns with a prisoner made her shudder. It was distasteful, ugly, now that was callous.

Juno was most pleased when he eventually turned to look at her and a tentative smile greeted her. She couldn't recall ever seeing him smile before, and it was truly delightful; a lamb indeed. He had filled her in on the topic of the fight and the circumstance, it was something she would ponder later. It would be most valuable to infiltrate the ranks of an enemy, either personally or through an informant... it was high time she begin laying her snares for the surrounding groups that threatened her new home. Cunning thoughts boxed away, she shot him a grin in kind. He didn't need to think about it further, he needed to replace the memories with something more pleasant. "Want to see where I went? It'll be worth your while... there was a plant in the garden that will ease your mind better than any poppy seed," she schmoozed with an easy familiarity. She'd try to help Aspen feel at least a little better about what he'd done, and hopefully she'd net herself a companion in the process. Having friends was the first step to integration.

☾ tags | played by Harvest ☽

female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

Aspen truly was endearing, the fervent way he wished to hang onto his convictions, to cast away the darkness and shadows of the world in favor of the light. As nice of a reality as it was, it was a pipe dream, unattainable and fantastical. As important as it was for him to grow comfortable in his own skin, to accept what he'd done and prepare himself mentally fr the possibility of it happening again, it was a rarity to find one so morally uncorrupt as he... and it seemed a shame to squash that particular bug. He questioned her own experience on the topic and she couldn't help but smile skyward, more rueful than friendly or joyous. Oh she had killed before... she knew that as fact. And the keening note in his voice made it seem as if he was even hopeful she would respond in the affirmative. "An answer for an answer. I have battled more than once and killed more than once," there was no pleasure or bravado in her voice, she had no grisly trophies to parade around her neck or nest. All she had were the memories of fights gone by, blurry faces, and eternally blood stained paws. There was just a calm certainty to her voice, a bulwark of self-assured confidence. She had no shame in acknowledging the lives she had taken, had she not she would be the one dead; and in the grand scheme of her life, she was the most important. She was the one that needed to live. She was leery of this clan hierarchy, unsure of the responsibility that came paw-in-paw with keeping others alive at the cost of her own life. That was not something she would agree to. She fought for herself, not some greater power.

He asked when the faces faded from memory... and if she were to be honest, she couldn't answer. She could still see them sometimes, a brown tabby fae, a grey furred tom, a black brute with blue eyes that could kill, in time those faces would fray around the edges, and they would form one mass. One creature. She couldn't pull from memory the exact face of each that had fallen to her, and she preferred it that way, she could only hope that Aspen would make the same peace that she had. There was no changing the deed once it was done, no forgiveness to ask, he would always be a monster in the eyes of the enemy, but he didn't need to see a monster himself. "They fade when you let them. When you let go and accept it... maybe tomorrow, maybe a moon from now. Surrender the memory and you'll be better for it," she would eventually respond with an uncharacteristically kind smile. She meant no malice to Aspen, and she was certainly not accustomed to trying to comfort another entity, especially with such dire circumstances and consequences.

She was actually surprised when the tom agreed to walk with her, she'd more than half expected him to decline the offer and she'd be on her way to retire somewhere. Imagine her delight when she managed to snag herself a buddy! The bump to her shoulder had her grinning and she was more than happy to lead him onward, anything to lift those spirits out of the dirt. She reckoned a lot of the other cats here could use a fun adventure after the day they'd had. She hoisted herself up and allowed herself a luxurious stretch as Aspen had done just before her, before peering over the edge of the train car. Definitely safe enough to drop from, just a bit to tall to jump up to. Rather defensible she thought. She would deftly leap from the roof to the tracks below, poised and easy and would turn to look at Aspen with a goofy grin, "No more depressing stuff," she purred assuredly. And off into the nests of twolegs the pair would go, with one particular nest in mind. A robins egg blue nest with a low white fence, easy enough to clamber over. It wouldn't take the two long to get there, especially on their long spindly legs.

☾ tags | played by Harvest ☽

female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

A newcomer herself, Juno was eager to earn her keep. Far less concerned with making a name for herself, she was content to live on the outskirts of clan life, she worked better that way. Oh, the things one would hear when others didn't realize you were there. And what an oddity it was to not see her; she wasn't bulky like Bjorn or Wrathion, but she was tall, a behemoth in her own right. She could tower over most cats, tall and silent like a spindly birch. And what a boon that would be tonight, as she had been entrusted with an important task.
Approached by Sol, she was eager to get to know the others she had found herself shacked up with. Come to find out, not only was he a higher up in the clan, but he had control over many facets of their home and ran a lucrative operation. Under normal circumstances, Juno would have snickered and paid it no mind; but if she were to stay here whether it be extended or temporary, she needed to establish herself. If she preformed well in this task, perhaps she could press for a position in his Web, and claw her way up the social ladder and gather her own companions... she could prove valuable, she prided herself on that.

But this night, she found herself walking along the rusted and gnarled train tracks, seeking to trip up unaware paws. She was to meet someone at the old railroad sign, fortunately she knew where that was but not who would be waiting for her. Surely it would be someone experienced, here to test her mettle and ensure the operation went smoothly. That in mind, she made extra sure that her fur was neatly groomed and her claws sharpened and preened to perfection. She would be prepared and look her best, definitely a wise precaution if her partner was to be a handsome tom.
She carried herself with the silent grace of a panther, shoulders rippling with hardened muscle with every purposeful step. The sign was in sight, but her companion was not. Was she early? She peered upwards, moonhigh, she was right on time. The shadows were thicker here from the protective carcasses of the trains, and she could sense a presence among them. She took a short moment to scan the shadows and finally came alight upon a shape where the shadows were just a bit darker. She purred pleasantly and sauntered her way over... who could it be? She stopped once the shadows enveloped her sorrel pelt and fixed him with a smile, "Ah, Bjorn!" She exclaimed with an excited air; it was always important to remember names, it showed that you cared... even if you didn't. "How exciting is this? The two of us, the dark, treasures to be nicked, rewards to be collected," she leaned forward conspiratorially with each word, as if sharing a secret, her words dripped with passion for the craft as she put her tongue to work. There was nothing to manipulate at the moment, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to try and woo him, a friend was always welcome.

//it was perfect as always <3

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

The two padded along companionable, and already she felt at home in these paved streets. Twisting and turning gaps between twoleg nests, longer stretches of thick asphalt, it just felt right.To find BloodClan, she had simply followed the snake path and hoped it would lead her somewhere, never in her wildest dreams did she imagine it would lead her here, to such an odd place. Such an interesting hierarchy, such fascinating practices, interesting characters, Juno simply couldn't get enough of it! Come to find out, there were other clans at play here, and the clan she now found herself residing in had had a bit of a battle this very day. And she'd missed it! She may not seek out a fight, but she was in her element in the thick of combat. She moved like a breeze, dancing on lengthy legs and leaping over heads, delivering sharp blows and ducking nimbly out of reach. She regretted being out that day.

The thoughts about her day were interrupted only by a question about her day. Walking like this, Aspen making an obvious effort to take her advice to heart, was rather endearing. He was someone she could certainly see herself growing used to, that honest earnesty seemed a rarity in these tough conditions. She thought to her day, and gave a sly shrug with an easy roll of her russet shoulders, "Visited that twoleg nest like I mentioned, ran a few errands..." her errand had in fact been for Sol, fetching a collar here, a shiny bauble there, Juno was unsure if the knowledge of The Web was common, or if it should be kept under wraps. Truly, she was a confusing specimen. She excelled in battle although her methods may be underhanded, but she adored sticking to the shadows, spinning webs of her own in the form of lies and deceit, lulling others under her spell to take advantage of anything she could. A jack-no, a queen- of all trades; whether it be in your face or behind it.
The overall quiet as she and Aspen walked was not uncomfortable, she was accustomed to silence, and this one felt more companionable than bitter. "Perhaps I might snatch a blanket from one of these twolegs to line my nest," she purred thoughtfully, eyes wide and eager as she examined each one she passed by, just a shell to be ransacked.

The pair didn't need to walk for long before they came upon a light blue home with a low white fence. She gave Aspen a grin before wriggling and leaping up to the top of the white pickets. She balanced precariously before deftly dropping down into the soft plush grass below. She glanced towards the twoleg nest, and one of the windows were bright with light, the inhabitants were still awake. With a dismissive flick of her tail, she trotted eagerly over to an unassuming plant, with the most delectable aroma she'd ever experienced. Just being near it made her feel slightly giddy. She would curl her tail over her paws and puff out her chest like a kit proud of their first kill while she waited for her companions thoughts.

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

Red ears pricked immediately at the call for weekly tasks and it took a moment for her to compute such a thing. What an interesting concept that was, assigning each and every willing member a special activity of their own! What an honor, too, to be the one in charge of delegating a group such as this one. She roused herself from a soft cushion she'd been lounging on and picked her way over on long heron legs. Aspen was the one giving this out? What a delight! With a newfound pep in her step, she made her way through the throng already gathered to come to a stop a few steps away from Bjorn. "I would very much love a task too, if I could, she purred easily. The newcomer didn't quite know her place here yet, and she was eager to get herself involved and firmly planted here in BloodClan.

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

The paths of concrete and twoleg homes greeted her like an old friend, enveloping the ruddy Abyssinian in their casted shadows. She felt at ease, this felt like home, an apex predator to mouse and kittypets alike, she didn't discriminate. But before she could claim that particular throne... Juno needed to familiarize herself with the intricacies of this place. She needed to learn which veins led to arteries, and which led back to the heart, the camp, her home. BloodClan was a peculiar thing, she'd never seen anything like it. So beautifully structured with a hierarchy, yet so chaotic and free-for-all. Were there truly no squabbles for power? To rise to the top? Her musings continued as she stalked alleyways and sidewalks, in no particular order or rush.

She gave pause only when a new scent reached her nose, forcing her to wrinkle her snout in distaste. There was another cat nearby, they smelled of a group much like BloodClan,; the territorial markings reeked on his pelt. But he smelled of pine, of the dark. Could this possibly be an emissary of another clan? Could this be a ThunderClan cat for her to shred and chase off? She knew not what each clan scented, but if they were trespassing then they needed to be removed. A menacing grin that breathed an underlying current of eagerness and unsheathed claws were now fully present. She would stride forward on long legs, unsheathed claws clicking the ground like a clock, tick tock time's up. It wasn't long until she stumbled across the stranger, and her green almond eyes narrowed in thoughtful curiosity. He was large, but she still had height on him purely from her age and her tree-like legs. She followed him for a short distance, keeping abreast to the lost apprentice at a distance out of sight for now. As Bramblepaw headed for the trees Juno decided it was not or never. She altered her path to intersect his, "Lost, kitten?" she purred as she revealed herself. He seemed bigger than her in bulk... but her breed was naturally thin and lithe; but this did not speak testament to the latent power that existed beneath her short sorrel fur. Her words were not spoken with outward aggression, mere curiosity and certainty that this was her land.

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

Bjorn's excitement didn't seem to mirror hers, but she would take no offense to that. He wasn't unhappy with his designated buddy for the evening, and that was certainly a good start for two strangers. Bjorn was large and muscular and she was lithe and nimble, a perfect partnership. Sol had surely considered this when he had assigned the two together; it seemed a perfect fit... but the only way to tell if this would be the case would be in practice. "I didn't peg you for the sneaking type, my friend," she grinned in response to his admitted surprise of her presence. She was once a part of many things... this was only the beginning. She would rise to glory in her own right, she would become an epicenter for many things, such happenings had followed her fro kithood. Always at the center, and she would claw her way to the top of the pile once more.

At his invitation, she joined Bjorn at his side as they began to walk to their destination. Sol had given them a description of the house. She'd briefly scouted it out earlier in the day to assure herself of its location; she wouldn't have herself get lost in the dark, how embarrassing! "I recall you saying you were new here... interesting strategy to send the two new cats," she prided herself on her calculations. It made sense to test the newcomers mettle, to ensure they could benefit the clan, or The Web in this case; but to send two together? She'd have thought it more beneficial to send an experienced member. This particular mission must be incredibly foolproof to allow such a thing... though it wouldn't surprise her in the slightest if Sol had a spy or two keeping an eye on things from the shadows. Bjorn didn't strike her as a conversationalist so she bit her tongue on further drivel, choosing to look straight ahead as they prowled the streets. The nest wasn't too far from their current location, the two would be in and out before the moon moved much further in the sky.

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

Blankets truly were the most wonderful creations of twolegs. She'd had a lovely quilt back in her old home, but she had to leave it behind in her journey for a new home. Too cumbersome to bring along, and she was eager to get a new one of her own... perhaps she would be able to strike a deal with Sol. Aspen's desire to get one of his own brought a smile to muzzle and she nodded eagerly. Lanky cats like themselves were such delicate things. Their bones had little cushion from flesh or fur, a blanket or pillow certainly did the trick to erase sore joints and muscles upon waking. The thought of having Aspen tag along on future ventures came as a surprise to her, but not an unwelcome one. Had she really gained enough of his trust so quickly that he would explore with her? She didn't know what to expect from him really. He had been the first to offer a name when they met on the border, he had confided his inner turmoil in her, and again she found herself wishing to safeguard such precious innocence.

Innocence indeed, as his curious expression would indicate by this odd plant. Pungent, but not entirely unpleasant. "I'm not sure what it is... I do believe the twolegs plant them for their kittypets," she mused with a devious grin, turning to look over her shoulder at the window. Juno half expected to see the angry silhouette of the resident house cat, but was most pleased to find no such thing. They were alone for now at least. She leaned in and took the slightest nibble of one of the hanging leaves, catnip. Not a luxury she was often privy to back in her gang, but a welcome treat nonetheless. It helped her to sleep, to soothe aching thoughts and aching wounds alike. Perhaps not the best of methods to ease Aspen's pain, but it was all she could think to do. She was no councilor, she was inexperienced in empathy. But if she could provide company and give him even a moment of respite, it would leave the two in good standing and open doors to further opportunities with an accomplice. "I reckon there are probably blankets in this nest, here..." she murmured casually, throwing a casual peridot glance towards the ashen tom. The question hung in the air unspoken, was he bold enough?

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female / 30 moons / BloodClan / Ripper

The walk through the twoleg place was a pleasant one, twoleg nests had surrounded her and bathed her in their comforting shadows. A comfortable familiarity of a mothers bosom, one that she was working on familiarizing herself with every day. From a cutthroat group of rogues, Juno had no desire for leadership, no. She didn't want anyone to look up to her... but even then, she called the shots. Whispering lies, gathering information and goods for her own benefit. New to BloodClan, she was eager to reset her system and much to her delight, there were multiple clans in the vicinity! Multiple opportunities for manipulation, for informants, fools ready and waiting to be used. A pretty face belying cunning and calculative intent, the ruddy Abyssinian molly would wander on. It wasnt long until she came across scent markers, much stronger than BloodClan's were. The buildings gave way to trees, mighty and tall oaks that provided shade similarly to those she had walked within previously. What a beautiful place. The massively tall feline would angle her ears outward, searching hungrily for the slightest pin drop or hint of a cat. Finding none, she would set her scene.

Up a tree she would go, vile claws digging into the bark of a nearby tree where she hauled herself up into its branches. She had not been a member of BloodClan long enough to carry their scent to a degree of anything more than a passerby. Almost lazily, she would drape her paws over the strong bough of the branch, relaxing peacefully. The scent of the border was strong, she had no doubt there would be a cat to pass by. She did little to conceal her scent as she awaited her first visitor. The snare was set, all she needed was a proper malleable model to play with. She needed to added security a gaggle of informants would provide, whether or not they knew they were informants was up to their own intelligence. She had perfected the craft of weaving digging questions into concern, making others believe ideas were their own. Her previous system never realized who was truly at the helm of beneficiaries. What a lovely way to earn respect within her new clan.

//Juno is a manipulative little temptress, so any characters looking to be involved in a mostly... parasitic friendship, this is for you! PAFP, if you wan't your own thread, please do PM me here or on discord!

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