"Hello, Azulpaw," Wish-heart replied. She tried to put cheerfulness into her voice, but winced as it fell flat even to her own ears. "How are you today?"
The flame point dipped her head to Grizzlybear as the cat approached her and the apprentice. "Everything's just fine, but thank you for checking." Wish-heart smiled at the warrior.
Oh, sorry!
IC: Wish-heart dipped her head, then went back to minding her own business. Who was she to question the judgement of two cats that had most likely been warriors longer than she?
"But look around," Wish-heart pointed out quietly. "Cats don't look happy. So many are dying, so many don't believe in Starclan anymore..." The she cat shook her head. "It wasn't like this when I was a kit." Wish-heart stared at the camp opening; a hunting patrol walked in, carrying freshkill, but none of them were smiling. They conversed in low tones, placing their prey in the pile before dispersing.
Her eyes rested on a group of kits tussling by the nest. "Kits seem to be the only livelihood we have left," she purred with a smile.
"It's Wish-heart, actually..." Wish-heart ducked her head, a bit embarrassed, though she knew she shouldn't expect many warriors to know her name. She had just received it, after all. She brightened a bit when Siriuskit bounded over.
Personally, the flame point didn't think it mattered at all that Siriuskit was part Bloodclan. It was a cat's, or kit's, in this case, actions that mattered, not his heritage. Siriuskit happened to be a joy to be around; no Bloodclanner could say the same. As far as Wish-heart was concerned, the kit was Thunderclan, through and through.
"It isn't up to us, really," the warrior answered Azulpaw. "It's our leader's decision."
Kat crouched in the abandoned building, listening. She had been inside for about an hour; she had made a break for the building as soon as she had seen the zombies come after her. It was a large swarm, not just one or two strays, so she knew it would be impossible to take them all, no matter how amazing she was with her broadsword. Just a few weeks ago, it had been decoration on her bedroom wall. She was glad now that she had kept in in working condition.
Name: Clara Trescott
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: [img width=510 height=382]http://images2.layoutsparks.co…nime-goth-cute-lonely.jpg[/img]
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Dark and dreary, Clara enjoys giving people she hates long, drawn out descriptions on how she plans on taking their lives in the most painful way possible, followed by the best way to dispose of their bodies without getting caught. Though if you're close to her, she'll protect you with all that she's got, it isn't easy to become her friend.
Crush: To be decided, possibly Eli
History: Clara was bullied all the way through upper elementary and middle school. She was extremely sensitive, often crying herself to sleep at night. After a while, she decided she wasn't going to take it anymore. Clara hardened herself, shutting out most people. She became extremely distant, locking herself in her room. Whenever she left it, she'd often get into fights with her family until one day, she ran and never looked back.
Other: Her possessions include a pocket knife, a small suitcase packed with her laptop, iPod, and clothing, all black, and a silver cross necklace she never removes.
She finds solace in Northern European Rock Music, though she enjoys bands like MCR, Green Day, and Blink-182.
Hearing nothing outside, Kat whipped the door open, sword at the ready. Seeing a figure in front of her, she whipped it up, pointing it at the man's neck. She stopped her swing just in time as she noticed the dead woman laying on the ground, and the combat knife in the man's head.
"Oh, you're a live one," she said. She shook her head slightly, moving her long auburn hair out of her green eyes. Still, she didn't lower her sword.
"You first. And don't call me girl," Kat spat. She eyed the man; she couldn't help but wonder his age. She questioned if he would really shoot her; at this point, survivors needed to stick together, not kill each other.
Tori rolled her eyes from her position leaning against a nearby tree. She pushed off from it with her back, unfolding her arms. "Honestly, you two, anyone would think that you had the hots for each other." She smirked a bit. "It's a wonder we haven't heard you two at night. Yet, anyways."
The redhead adjusted the strap of her tank top, twisted by the tree. It was one of the most comfortable things for her to fight in, so she wore it a lot, but she tried to wash it on a regular basis. It was hard for the tall girl to find clothing; the capris she was wearing had taken forever to find, considering the limited selection.
OOC: Appearance, though the tank top straps are thicker
"Kat." The nineteen year old slid her sword into its sheath, then shook the man's hand. "What brings you around here? I haven't seen another survivor in... Well, for a while." She didn't want to think about the last person she'd traveled with; he'd been torn apart by zombies two months prior. She'd been on her own ever since.
Tori was used to Eternal's outbursts by then; she'd heard many people yelled at in the same manner. She felt a shot of victory course through her veins at the crimson staining the leader's cheeks. Still, she knew when to hold her tongue. She still maintained her smirk, however, and simply crossed her arms again, leaning back against the tree.
Kat pulled her thin jacket tighter around her, wishing she had thought to raid one of the stores for warmer clothing. She nodded at James's story, before responding, "I'm wandering too. Have been for a while, but I decided to head back towards the shopping district for food."
"Sounds good to me. And honestly, Eternal, I don't know why in the world you trust those two with anything. There's not a popsicle's chance in hell of them ever actually accomplishing anything." The tall girl unattached herself from the tree once again, striding back in the direction of camp. She pulled her tank top's high cut top a bit lower; she didn't like practically being strangled. That's how she felt if the neckline was too high, like someone had fastened their hands around her neck; it had happened a bit too often before for her tastes.
"What's all the excitement?" Wish-heart padded over to the two toms. She had seen Topazleap burst unceremoniously into the camp. Her ears twitched; finally, something exciting to cure her boredom!
Tori strode back into camp, wondering if Eternal had gotten her subtle hint. She thought she'd make an excellent second in command; her fighting skills were nearly as good as Eternal's and she had proven herself to have a cool head in times of crisis... "But why would she pick me?" she wondered aloud. "I'm not exactly the most looked up to girl in the camp." She laughed a bit; that was probably an understatement.
Kat whipped around, hearing the wet thud of a body hit the ground. "Damnaigh," she whispered under her breath in Irish. She had learned to speak it as a girl, and occasionally she slipped into it. Her family was from Ireland, after all; it seemed to fit that she speak the language.
Me too!
IC: "Clearly," Wish-heart purred, amusement coloring her quiet voice.
"Yeah, I did." Kat drew her sword again, heading in the direction she thought the sound might have came from. She moved silently as she had learned to over the last four months, coming to the edge of the building. She peered around the corner, seeing a survivor with a crossbow and another dead zombie. She turned the corner, holding her sword in front of her. "Well, two in one day. I must be getting lucky."
Kat immediately sprang into action. Her auburn hair whipped around her head as she swung her sword, easily dispatching the first of the zombies. The second one's attention turned to her, and she yelled, "Run!"
"Don't mention it," Kat shrugged. Her chest barely moved; that was an easy fight, though the younger girl had a problem with it, by the looks of it. "I'm Kat."
