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    Light pawsteps quickly rushed through the gathering crowd, heading towards the object of focus. Prudentia watched with worry as her mother needed medical assistance. "These should help. Hold on though." she muttered as she approached Chthonic, placing a bundle at his pads. Thyme and poppy seeds placed in an oak leaf and wrapped with thin strands of cobwebs. Thyme to help with the anxiety and poppy seeds with whatever pain Auxillia was experiencing to her head. She flicked her tail, hoping that her biological father would wait a moment so that she could get permission from the Healer before helping. Hazel irises flashed to Amazonrain and Pru blinked calmly. "What else needed?" she asked hesitantly. Permy had only told her a few remedies and these were the only ones she had learned that could help. The beautiful tortie and white daughter then turned to Auxie, her concern visible on her expression. If the co-leader was in continuing pain, then Prudentia would use her ability to take away another's pain and transfer it onto herself. That's what family did for one another.

    [ ooc: Alright, thanks Zenzan for all your help. :) ]


    Prudentia nodded at her mother's words. She wouldn't breathe a word. It was difficult being in charge, and even being related to someone on the top. Auxillia was expected to be unwavering and tough, and her daughters equally so. "Goodbye." she called after the similar calico as she left the mansion. Smiling to herself, Prudentia sat down, her mind spinning with all this new information. At least Auxie trusted her again.


    [ Can we time skip a couple of weeks so that Las Vegas is more healed and they can talk again? ]


    Excellent job, Kupo. Man, I forgot how many charries you have. :3 I'll add them up to the list.



    Hurry and get this done. XD You could use the name 'Futileresistance' or maybe 'Renaissanceera' for At Gatherings name, maybe.



    We will roleplay in the next week. Just give me a little more time to get everything set up and allow more people to sign-up.


    The Name at Gatherings portion needs to be a Clan name. That's the only change you have to make before I add him up. Also, he'll start off as a warrior. HPs are earned ICly. c:


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    Perfectly fine. I see you chose Futileresistance. :P She'll be perfect for the job; thanks Fang.


    Alright. Adding him up. :3


    BUMP

    [font=georgia]Light pawsteps echoed through the damp walls of the Lighthouse as the young royal-blooded feline crept up the fortress. Auxillia said that she could talk to him. And she'd patiently waited for some time before venturing back up those same steps. Couldn't let on to any suspicion, could she? Though, despite this, she continued to think about him... He even made his way into her personal meditations! "Las Vegas?" she called softly, her entrancing orbs wide. This place still felt so cold and empty; frightening. It was unnerving and she hated that Las Vegas had to reside here. 'But it's better than the latter,' she reminded herself, shaking her fluffed head to the side. Prudentia continued forwards until she came to the familiar area, stopping in front of the cell doors. Her eyes hadn't adjusted, so she couldn't see the tiny pink nose poking out from the bars. "Êtes-vous là?" the slender femme called, narrowing her vibrant occulars, trying in vain to see any sign of the flame point tom. A low moan reached her ears, and she released a small squeak, her fur bristling in fright.

    [font=georgia]Blinking, the young female turned her gaze towards the path they were walking, taking note of the scents around them. "Ever wanted Radical life?" Pru asked, curiousness burning in her vivid stare. Did Permy ever want to become a regular warrior? Or did she just... know that this was the road she was destined to travel?


    Thanks Bambi. :) Adding him up. Wait for roleplay until next week.



    Oh Flan. :) The persona is gorgeous. Brava. now get the rest done I'll add her up once you're finished. ^^



    Lovely darling. Adding. :)

    [font=georgia]After the frightened moment, a voice lulled her back into safety. His voice. "Oh ... vous m'avez fait peur!" she meowed, wetness stinging at her eyes as she rushed forwards, pressing her slender face against the bars, gently trailing until she was able to nuzzle his red muzzle with her own. Her excitement and vain joy caused a bit of soft laughter to escape her parted maw; crazed, gleeful laughter. "Je n'étais pas en mesure de quitter. Ils soupçonner la trahison." she explained in a rush, her hazel optics scanning the darkness until she found his hypnotizing chocolate stare. This immediately calmed her, and she let out a breath of relief. "Êtes-vous mal? Que dire de vos jambes?" Pru asked, her voice softening and her mind quickly thinking of a solution. Unfortunately, Auxillia had forbidden her ability to heal him. So she watched on, helpless. It was very upsetting.


    A certain light entered her vivid pools as he said he missed her, her expression turning to allow a small smile. She pressed her muzzle against his once again, little shivers rippling up her spine. "Vous êtes toujours dans mes pensées. Pourquoi êtes-vous si intrusive?" she asked softly, the French flowing of her tongue like the sweetest honey, her tone lighter, almost playful. Her gaze once again locked onto his, more serious now. Prudentia's question was in a joking fashion, but she continued to wonder why Las Vegas was always on her mind. Why was he so fascinating? Her agile mind flashed through the possibilities. It was obvious she cared for him. But did he return the affection because of who she was? Perhaps because of her looks. She wanted to believe he missed her because of his own longing of her. She had to believe.

    [Font=georgia]Prudentia also froze when their muzzles touched, hesitant, wondering if she'd made the wrong decision. And then, he went to brush his tail tip over her angular skull; as his rper so nicely put, a painter to a canvas. It was an odd sensation, one that she was a bit confused. But a small purr escaped her vocals, expanding softly into the air, her sudden realization of this gentle motion causing her to smile in happiness. She leaned her muzzle against his plush tail and when the hairs reached her nose, she sniffed delicately... and then sneezed. Startled, she stared at him, playfully accusation lingering in her hazel optics, and laughed again, her nervousness dying away with each moment longer she spent by the flame point.


    When Las Vegas confirmed his own fascination, she smiled in satisfaction, nodding slowly and sitting down beside the bars. For what seemed like several minutes, she simply watched him. Not in a stalker, creepy sort of way; more of an observatory standpoint, like how an artist would study a subject before beginning a masterpiece. Simple and without any pressure. "Hmmm." Pru contemplated for a moment longer before giving a small shrug with her boney shoulder blades. While she wanted to know the exact reasoning behind her emotions for him, she would just have to settle for the unknown. Very frustrating, indeed.


    As his next words trailed off, Prudentia tilted her fluffed head to the side. "Mais ...? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Qu'est-ce que a bloqué votre esprit, ma chère?" she asked, confusion and curiousness flashing in her vivid oculars.

    [font=georgia]Oh my freaking Jesus, you scared me! I was like whaaaaaaaaaat?!
    You'll be able to have the private thread with Prudentia going for a bit... and then will Adventure take over? Or should we just put things on pause? That part confused me a little. :)


    Also, have a lot of fun at camp! :D

    [font=georgia]Prudentia smiled warmly, flicking her tail from side to side. "That does seem nice." she meowed, focusing her eyes on the forested area ahead. Permanentmarker said that the snakeroot would be found in that part of the territory. "Don't see Auxillia much. She has work overload." the tortie and white femme commented, wondering what it'd be like to spend quality time with the co-leader. She had actually spent more time with Chthonic, her father, than her mother - something that could potentially get her into some trouble in the future. Besides, any real talk that she and Auxie had was short because being in charge meant that there was very little room for personal time. C'est la vie.


    ooc: I saw the leaving thread. Hope we can continue this as long as possible. :)

    [ ooc: Welcome to the new chapter of FangClan. This thread is only for those who signed-up (link located on the first post). All Rules and Information regarding this Clan can be found on the first post as well. Now, for a quick recap:


    Recently, a massive grizzly attacked FangClan. Several dozens of felines were killed in this raid and parts of the campsite have been obliterated. No one to lead, the camp was pure chaos - and Darkness had vanished. Only a valiant deputy and a few choice guards could direct the swarm of frightened cats. It was a miracle they could even drive the beast off of their land. The bear is gone... For now, at least. FangClan will spend the next few moons rebuilding, regrouping, and reaffirming their trust in their Clanmates, leader, and themselves. But this is a dark time...


    And let us begin. c: ]


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    The harsh breeze billowed through the thin trees, the near-empty FangClan camp, and the long feathered pelt of a tiny figurine sitting at the base of the Hightree. No emotion was readable on her boney expression, her cold, unfeeling stare cast out onto the wreckage of her Clan. Many bodies still litered the dry ground, scarlet pools dotting the clearing like a twisted, polka-dotted canvas. Slowly, a menacing snarl formed upon her ebony maw as she rose to petite kitten paws, three the same pitch black and one vibrant ivory. This would not do... This would not do at all.


    With abnormally fast movements, the elven feline turned and leaped upon the Hightree, her slender limbs propelling her forwards until she rested on one of its highest branches. Large, gaping claw marks stretched across the base of the mighty oak from where the bear had attempted to sharpen its blades. A low hiss escaped the parted muzzle of the cat and grew to a familiar, booming growl - surprising for such a small, delicate creature, no? Well, Darkness was no fragile kit. Hardened from a harsh past and a grueling period as deputy and then leader, she was skilled in handling most any situation.


    "Cats of FangClan! Get your pathetic asses out here!" she yowled, her high-pitched voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere like a knife. Large cerulean oculars scanned the ground, waiting impatiently for the remaining members of her Clan. Darkness was angry... No, more than angry. She was pissed. How could a stupid bear cause this much destruction? Where the hell was Spirit, Storm, and Torment? She was gone all of a week and her Clan now lay in ruin. Another loud growl was released as the petite leader flicked her tail back and forth in the irritation she was feeling. FangClan would need to grow in number... and fast.


    . xxx .


    The familiar growl reached his perked ears, sending frustration, irritation, and relief through his massive frame. Torment climbed to his sore pads and went outside, his bright cerulean gaze scanning the black until he found the small leader perched on the top branch of the Hightree. The large albino Maine Coon trotted forwards, his eyes narrowed in speculation and similar anger to that of his sister. Where the fuck had she been? He would speak with her afterwards, but in the meantime, he was quite interested in what she had to say. Not because she was his leader, but because she had a lot of explaining to do. Cats would be asking questions and expecting answers. Would she even answer any of them?


    [ ooc: Sorry for the lowish muse. I'm running on fumes right now. XD ]

    [font=georgia]"Trespassing frowned upon." came a soft voice from in front of the tom. A pair of large hazel irises watched the feline for a moment longer before its owner stepped out from the covering. The daughter of the co-leader Auxillia narrowed her alluring stare in suspicion but no unfriendliness was otherwise visible on her slender features. Prudentia stepped once more towards the tom, her abnormally long limbs carrying her lithe calico form closer. "Name." she stated simply, her plush tail flicking side to side as she awaited an answer.