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    Username-- belz
    Display Name-- belz
    Character Name-- Opalescence
    Choose a Victim-- Anyone Open
    Appearance-- Pure white. Grotesque scar across right eye. One blue eye and one left eye.
    Personality-- Opalescence is terribly shy, but has a kind heart and is very compassionate towards others. However, recently she has found more of a backbone.

    [font=georgia]Siren finished counting and allowed her eyes to travel around the forest. She began to pad in the direction Lorem had gone in, her nose searching for any sign of a sent. However, the leader seemed to have cleared it well. That meant he could be anywhere. The mackerel tabby flicked her tail and forced herself to concentrate. She could not allow herself to be seen, that was the assignment.


    Crouching low to the ground, and stepping softly with the center of her pad as to not make a sound, Siren stalked through the forest. She hid under the shade of large trees, and strategically controlled her movements to limit sound. Even with all these precautions, the young cat did not notice the black cat in the tree just above her.

    [font=georgia]Opalescence could feel her heart beat speed up slightly, though it was not from nerves or anxiety. She looked back into Grim's warm, aqua eyes and felt a special kind of smile form under her whiskers. "I would like that."

    [font=georgia]Unlike the snake reincarnation, Atomickit noticed the albino tom instantly. The young cat flicked his tail back and forth. He was so excited to be out of the nursery and look around, it was only natural for every other cat to share that same excitement. "Hi, Anacondakit," mewed tom approaching the other cat. He gave the albino a wide grin. "Watcha up to?"

    [font=georgia]Siren held back a smile as she saw her friend. It seems his trip had gone much better than her own, something she swallowed with great force. She had hated The Skulls as they were one of the most sexist group of cats she had ever met. "Back so soon?" she mewed to Harley, flicking her tail playfully. "Bloodclan couldn't stand you anymore?"

    Siren Mortem Ipsum sat on top of a large tree stump, looking out into the distance. It was night, the sky dark except for the specks of rebellious stars peeking through the thick, group of clouds that cloaked area above. Silence filled the forest, only broken by a crickets chirp or a reckless rabbit stepping on a twig. Despite the airy setting, the mackerel tabby looked calm. Her stance gave the impression of waiting for something, or perhaps someone...


    The elite trainee had spent the last moon whispering in others ears, using her charm to lure them into listening to what she had to say. She was tired of having to wait for the senior members to teach her how to fight. The daughter of Sora and Lorem wanted to become strong as soon as possible, and she knew she was not alone. The strategic young cat had noticed the bickering of her fellow trainees, and she was ready grant them there wish. They were going to train, with or without their mentors.


    Now all she had to do was wait.

    [font=georgia]Siren flicked her tail, counting the cats in front of her. It wasn't a bad number, more than she would have thought for their first meeting. With and air of importance, the mackerel began to speak. "As fellow trainees of the Elite, I am sure you will all agree it is difficult time to properly train with your mentors. That is, if you have one at all," she paused to allow her words to sink in. "We are the next generation, we must be strong! Therefore, I propose we start a training session with just us."

    [font=georgia]"Exactly," mewed Siren nodding her head toward Toph and Czar. She was glad at least some cats she invited had enough brains to understand what she was saying. "I am not saying our mentors don't do a good job, but we should want more of ourselves. By training with each other, we can learn different strategies that were taught to us individually." Siren turned to look at Spadix. "Of course, if you don't think the extra training is worth your time than you are free to love. I am sure no one will keep you."