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ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

She had traveled a long way to be here. As a cat who wasn't much of a believer in anything- she had never thought of herself as a clan cat. But Bloodclan was different. At least she was told that. She had lived most of her life as a rouge- a rough female who stole and attacked for a living. Was she evil? No. But was she okay with thievery? Did she believe those dumb enough to be stolen from deserved to be stolen from? Yes. She didn't really care so much about being in a clan- she really just wanted the protection more than she desired anything else. With a group of so many blood thirsty cats, she could be okay. Not to mention- her entire life she had to survive on her own. She feared nothing. Not death, not disease, not war. She felt as though she were tough enough to handle it and strong (as well as big enough) to carry her own weight. Bloodclan would probably love to have her in their ranks! Maybe that was awful of her to think- but she believed the clan could benefit greatly from her. She was old enough to have experienced some life, enough to know how to handle herself, but young enough to still have life to live.

With that being said, the long-haired ginger cat sat gracefully on the border. Her large and puffy coat made her appear very large. She had white splotches on her legs and face to help bring more contrast to her bright golden eyes. She looked kind- innocent almost. You wouldn't be able to tell that under her coat she possessed many scars. To an outsider; she was just an elegant long-haired feline with a fluffy tail trailing behind her. But that wasn't to be taken lightly! She could also be very nasty when needed. She had traveled a long way to be here- and she could only hope someone would greet her soon.

RYLAND.   SERGEI.  

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

To most, the large Grizzlyfang may have sent fear into their hearts, or caused their hair to spike up along their spine. but for Elmarie- she felt nothing. She was not inteminated by his massive size, nor his face that seemed to have been torn off. She didn't care if he had been a real tiger padding up to her. The ginger feline was confident in her abilities to defend herself- and in her lifetime she learned to fear no one based off of their outward appearance. And not just fear- not to judge. She could be seen as a soft and lovable teddy bear, but under her large coat she was covered in scars and bites that would be impossible to count. luckily for her; her long hair covered the spots where her fur may refuse to grow. That was nice. It gave her a clearer look- like she was harmless. Easier to steal that way, easier to trick twolegs into feeding her when she got hungry. Easier to trick a male into getting her a bird if she was starved enough. But beneath all that- she was capable of handling herself as well. Grizzlyfang seemed to be as well, and he approached her with such enthusiasm and pride that she would never be able to tell he didn't belong there if he didn't. She knew it was his home- therefor, he was the one to talk to. But she could tell by his young age, he was not the leader. So who was?

She offered Grizzlyfang a soft smirk, her golden eyes peering into Grizzly's. "Hey there, sweetheart." she began, her voice low and chin risen up in the air. Her fluffy tail waved ever so slightly behind her as she would continue to speak to the much younger feline. "I'm looking for whoever your leader is, dear. I was hoping to join the circus." she joked with a very slight chuckle. not mincing at all, but not exactly playful. More enticing and to kill the silence than anything else. "My name is Elmarie, but Marie is fine. I'll answer to anything if you say it loud enough in my direction. Now- do you by chance have a bit of water I could drink whilst we wait? I'm a bit parched." she said with a smile. She knew how the clans worked- she knew she needed a leader or deputy to accept her. grizzly didn't scare her, but she wasn't trying to scare him either. She really was just thirsty.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

She wished she knew more cats. Even as a loner, and a rouge, she had awlays longed for the genuine connection with another. To feel loved and be loved. Not by a mate or anything- but just by a friend. but no matter how hard she had pressed for it, no matter who she met, she didn't ever feel that connection. maybe it was a misfire somewhere in her brain- but she found it achingly difficult to become closer with somebody after the point of just becoming good 'friends'. Maybe it had been living on her own so long, or perhaps it had been just the fact she was raised as a rouge That would make sense if it wasn't for the fact she'd been this way as a kit. So how did she handle her inability to connect and her need to survive? She stole, she hunted, she marked her territory and she used her good looks and charms to get what she needed when she needed it. It hadn't really been a lonesome life- she didn't mind it much. But the older she got, the more she knew she needed a clan to call home. A bigger protection. And that's why she had came to the infamous Bloodclan.

The ginger feline was sitting in the camp, her long and bushy tail flowing gently against the ground as she peered at the NPC's that walked by. oh, how she would kill for a mouse at this exact moment! If only she weren't being supervised like a kit by some of the odler and more curious npc members. The she-cat would open her maw after a few moments of watching the others play; she was too bored to just not interact with anyone! "Anyone up for a meet and greet?" she asked with a purr to anyone who would listen as she would slide down onto her belly- a smile on her maw. "Or perhaps someone could be a dear and fetch me a mouse." she commented with a gentle smile as she closed her eyes and awaited for the responses of her new den-mates.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Grizzly seemed more hostile than she liked- but it still didn't her bother. As the male spoke with his teeth seemingly gritted, the feline merely blinked at him. "Alright then, sweetie. I believe I'll be capable of finding it on my own, but thank you for the concern." she would say to him with a smile, a low purr rumbling up in her chest and through her throat. oh, how she loved it when people thought less of her than what she was capable of! Whether or not he thought it, she had convinced herself he viewed her as enable to find her own water. She would, even if she dehydrated first. "I do believe it's a circus- from what I've heard, at least." she began, responding out of order as the thoughts popped to her head. "Grizzlyfang is a rather brutal name. Just because you're a tough guy doesn't mean you have to make others believe it, too. Do you prefer Grizzlyfang, love? Or would you rather be called something like Feathertail?" she said with a gentle laugh. "I'm only kidding- but Feathertail would be a lovely name." she said before turning her attention to the senior member of the so-called Bloodclan.

The male seemed to agree that Bloodclan was a circus, and for that, Elmarie would appreciate the light-heartedness. If everyone here was as hard to joke with as Grizzlyfang, her time spent in Bloodclan would be no fun. "That's right- Elmarie. Like I was telling Feathertail over here, you can call me Marie if it slides off your tongue easier." she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face as she peered at the black and white tom. He clearly had been here for some time- he surly knew a thing or two. Maybe even more than the young Grizzlyfang. Sinclair may not have been the leader- but he could sure pass off as such by the way he procceded to the border with ease without a flinch at her or the larger main coon that towered over the fluffy feline. "Nice to meet you, Sinclair. Lovely name." she said as she would rise to her paws in efforts to shake out her pelt from the dirt that had stuck to her rather long belly hair. "You're trustworthy, are you?" she teased with a glint of joy sparkling behind her golden eyes. "I'll make sure I sleep with one eye open." she purred. "Now- are you the leader? Or are we just going to have a nice make-shift hunting group before long?" she said, eye peering at Sinclair.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Elmarie couldn't help but dart a smile back in Grizzlyfang's direction as he spoke. Oh, so he did have a bit of humor locked away in that dark soul, did he? As he spoke about being glad she called him something other than half face- she couldn't help but for a moment feel bad for the young tom. He must have been looked down on many times to view himself in such a way over his face. Sure- it was missing, but at least he was alive and Elmarie was positive the accident hadn't been intentional - so why judge? "You have more qualities than just a half face or a big stature, I'm sure. Feathertail is quite fitting." she said with a gentle purr before nodding her head in acknowledgement that the Sinclair was indeed not the leader.

The fluffy feline would then turn her attention to the next cat that approached- Serge, was it? He seemed to know the camp and the borders well also, she could see how he held one of the upper positions within the Bloodclan territory. "Anyone that can accept me into this lovely clan is good enough for me." she said in her usual soft tone. The feline would then peer at Sergei with her deep golden eyes as he asked his next question. Did she have anything to offer? She was almost taken aback that someone coming to Bloodclan may not have anything to offer- but then again, it was a forest clan and not everyone had the luxury of experiencing life first so they could hold their own. "Considering I've lived as a rouge for all thirty of my moons- I think I've seen and done just about everything there is, love." she began, a smile present on her pink lips. "I could get you anything you wanted- any time. I bet you don't have very many good thieves around here, now do you, my dear?" she asked, half joking, half telling the truth. She was sure they did have thieves - but not like she was.

She would then clear her throat before gently continuing- what else had she to offer? "I can hunt, and I can fight. I mind my own too. Is that what your looking for, Sergei? It is Sergei- right?" she asked politely before pondering his name a little longer. Like Grizzlyfang- the name didn't seem fitting. Sergei was such a strong name for someone who wasn't all what they appeared to be. Maybe he was rough and tough on the inside- but she preferred the neutral names. Maybe that was the good in her. "I think Cameron is a more fitting name for you. Feathertail, Sinclair, and Cameron. Lovely!"

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Elmarie didn't know much about what all these ranks were- or who was who. As far as she knew, Sergei was the only leader that had ever led Bloodclan and no one else who held a position she had ever met. Other than Sinclair, of course. But as she was welcomed, the orange feline would dip her head ever so politely to those who gathered. her deep golden eyes looking over the scene. "Thank you, dear." she said to Sergei, a smile drawn across her lips as she would continue to listen to the rest of the meeting- which didn't mean much to her. There were people in trouble, awards given, a two step downs, an alliance, and of course, the Windclan stuff. She wouldn't have much to say about that- after all, she still was new. "Understood and noted." she said with a smile.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Elmarie was the next to arrive. As a kit- they had played games similar to this. her and her fluffy siblings, she means. They had always enjoyed making one another confess embarrassing things about themselves or do something they weren't fond of- like lick a tree. Elmarie almost laughed at the thought. That was much simpler times - before the world became as rough as it was in modern day in age. before she was a rouge fending for herself, before she became a thief and left her family behind. Did she regret it? Sure. But not in the way you'd expect. She knew she should feel bad- so she did. But there were no real feelings there. None that she could fake, at least.

The fluffy feline would come to a stop next to Venom- who she didn't know all that well at all. "Hello there, Feathertail!" she announced to Grizzlyfang, using the name she had created for him at the border with glee. Ah, she loved messing with him! "I wouldn't mind taking a dare or two- may even answer all your embarrassing questions. Shall we begin?" she asked with a glint of joy present in her golden eyes.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Elmarie was still adjusting to clan life. it seemed one of the ways to adjust was to have to listen to things like these and participate in group activites. She wasn't very fond of it, but she didn't mind it so much. She felt indifferent towards the socialization- but she could use a good story. As long as, like Sergei said, it didn't have some deep meaning behind it. She wasn't one to be taught lessons- she felt as though she had lived enough life for many cats. Clan cats, loner cats, rouges, kittypets, you name it. She'd lived it. So without needing much more thought- the feline would prod up beside the leader and offer those around her a soft grin. Especially Venom, who seemed to be the star of the show. Or was- she liked to think she took the spotlight anywhere she went. But that was just the self-worth talking. "I'd adore a tale! But I like the scary ones best." she said with a smile, swishing her ginger tail around behind her.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Elmarie couldn't help but also be interested in what the so called 'Ryland' had gotten. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it, and she couldn't imagine it could be anything small. He was far too excited for it to be something as simple as a lizard! Upon hearing him shout, Elmarie had left her den to investigate. She loved trouble- and she couldn't help but be attracted to drama. She was a bit upset when she found it had just been the previous leader catching something rather than a fight or something of that sorts- but it was nice to see someone around here enjoying themselves. So of course, as she would walk up to the scene, she offered the leader a purr in his direction before commenting on his actions. Normally, she would come across flirtatious when she did this sort of thing. but she never meant for it to be taken that way- she just carried herself so differently than other females may. luckily, Ryland wouldn't be interested in her even if he had made the fatal mistake others had before.

"What did you find, dear? Oh, I do hope it's something shiny!" she said, eyes sparkling as she would attempt to peer over him to inspect what he had in his paws- or laying before him, rather.

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

"It appears as though I'm running behind!" the orange feline said as she quickly trotted up to join the gathering of cats. How had she missed so much commotion? They were already leaving by the time she had even made her appearance! "I don't know a single thing about herbs, and to tell you the truth- I think I could live another thirty moons without caring to learn a single detail more." she said as she caught her breath and would attempt to match pace with Grizzlyfang. "But I don't think it'll kill me to tag along and sun bathe when you get to teaching 'n all that!" she purred with a light laugh. Whew, she was out of shape since she'd been eating clan food!

ELMARIE OF BLOODCLAN

Sergei's words did not come as a shock to the fluffy feline. As he spoke, the girl would give a quick dip of her head and go off to do whatever was asked of her. What else needed to be said or done?

robinfeather

She hadn't always grown up around clan cats. In fact, for most of her life she had been no where around clan cats or clan territory. Robin, as most knew her, had grown up on an apple farm many hours away from the land she was now in. She didn't remember much of her kithood, but she knew that she had been born and raised on that farm just like anything and everything else that lived there too. Everything was home grown where she came from. The pets, the cattle, the food, the water was even recycled! Robin had grown up with three younger siblings (younger in the sense that they were born minutes apart). Their owner had named them all after popular birds, and their mother and father had accepted those names warmly. Her mother, named Nelly, had been a white long-haired feline with sparkling blue eyes. Her father had been a bright red ginger tabby with yellow eyes that could strike a soul from a mile away. The two had fallen in love rather quickly and were early into adulthood when they had decided to introduce more family members to the farm. But unfortunately, their genes wouldn't mix perfectly together. Raven had been born pure white and deaf. Sparrow had been white with high red markings and born partially deaf. That only left Robin and her brother, Finch (who was the spitting image of her pure red tabby father). With that being said, Finch and herself quickly became the lead farm cats around as their parents became older and weaker. Robin had always liked to think of the farm as her own.

Robin had loved her life on the farm, but it had unfortunately come to an abrupt end when her owner lost his mate. She wasn't sure how, but one day a big white monster came and took her blaring all kinds of colors. That was the last time any of them saw her. Robin liked to believe the big white monster ate her. But her brother told her that was just superstition. After her owners mate had left, her owner sold the farm. They had all packed up in a tiny little box with no holes in it and traveled for what seemed like days in a shaking thing that slowed and sped up randomly. She thought maybe they were being carried by a very fast giant. When they were finally let out of their box, they found themselves in a tiny house that had no space. No cattle, no mother, no father, no siblings. Just her and Finch. This lifestyle was very sad and lonely, but luckily she had met a few faces that taught her all about this so called clan life. Robin liked to think that maybe one day she would tune into her wild side. She just hadn't expected it to come so suddenly.

It had only been days since her owner had suddenly passed (from old age) that she and Finch had parted ways. Some of her owners kits wanted to take her- but Robin was happier running off and just exploring the world as it came at her from this point forward. She needed space, she needed friends, and she needed to feel wild again. While she may have never been a trained warrior, she was a skilled barn-hunter and was pretty enough to catch the eye of anyone. Her battle skills and etiquette of clan life may be questioned, but overall she was just a proud girl looking to read into a new chapter of her life. So of course, that's why she was at the Skyclan border. She had even picked out a new name for herself along the way! From what she heard, these cats were very kind and welcoming. She could use that right now.

The long-furred feathery feline would lift her head into the air before sitting down on her haunches peering into the distance at what she could only assume was the Skyclan border. Her yellow eyes poked at her surroundings as the sun began to set behind her. A light wind would blow her long fur as she awaited to be greeted by really anyone. "Hello? Anyone there?" she said loudly. 'here's to new beginnings...'.

robinfeather

The first voice was enough to get her attention. The feathery feline was happy to see another face. She didn't have to wait very long. "Hey there, love! My name is Robin- uh, Robinfeather!" the she-cat announced as she attempted to run her tail along the apprentices chin as she was greeted by yet another younger cat. "Twoleg? What's that? If you mean my owner- yeah, I guess. I just got here!" the feline announced proudly. //rushed