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[font=georgia]"Finishing up my training," mewed Siren. "I am becoming a full member soon. It will be nice to have more authority soon," purred the tabby. "Of course, not as much as you or dad. You guys make it hard for a cat to catch up." Of course Siren was joking here, something she rarely did. Her mother had that talent. Often the Elite guard could allow her to show another side of herself that even Harley, her best friend couldn't open. Perhaps it was because her mother was the only cat Siren ever allowed herself to love openly.

[font=georgia]"Whatever you choose," mewed Siren padding a respectable distance away for a spar. She was interested how the other cat chose the word powers over power, meaning she had more to use in her arsenal than just telepathy. That was a little unnerving. Siren could handle telepathy thanks to her father, but other powers would be difficult. Oh well, a challenge was a challenge and Siren loved to win.

Could you? I have to go work on physics. ^^

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[font=georgia]{this thread will have to be somewhat retro as siren is still technically a trainee since we haven't made her graduation thread yet. i apologize ahead of time for this poor post}

Siren Mortem felt Fallon before she saw him. Out in the forest for a morning's hunt, the calm she-cat had been content to keep to herself, but a disturbance quickly caught her attention. Something had landed on the ground. hard.

The mackerel tabby cursed allowed, scowling as the plump mouse she had been tracking scurried away. Who was the dung-tail thumping so loudly in the forest scaring away all the prey? A quick turn took in her mood, and Siren padded closer to where she felt the vibrations. There was Fallon, all alone and looking disappointing. Siren's scowl deepened.

"Hey mouse-brain," called the older cat. She inspected Fallon with a twitch of her whiskers. He looked young, perhaps four too six moons. " Aren't you a little young to be out here by yourself." Honestly, she had been out in the forest at a much earlier age than this cat, but he had annoyed her and she wasn't in the mood for kit games.

Siren could join :)

[font=georgia]Siren nodded, feeling a slight tightening in her chest. A part of her missed the old days when the two of them were trainees, exploring the camp and making trouble for themselves. Now a part of their bond seemed to be stuck in limbo. Something Siren didn't like one bit. "I think we need to make something happen ourselves," mewed the she-cat, giving her friend a mischievous smirk.

[font=georgia]YES
That would be kinda awesome. How old is he, and how would you want to set up the thread?

Siren felt the tingling in her heart that had seemed to disappear over the last few moons. A part of her remembered a time when Harley had displayed signs of liking her, feelings she sometimes toyed with a smile or wink. Though if she had heard correctly, the tom had moved on, a fact that twisted at her stomach much more than it actually should.

Allowing the mischievous smirk that was only designed for Harleyquinsong, Siren started to circle her friend giving the illusion of a shark ready to devour its prey. "You see the large round thing over there?," mewed Siren indicating the ferris wheel. "I think we should climb it."

[font=georgia]Siren blinked. This was a strange kit alright, and strange often meant much harder to handle. The mackerel tabby thought of turning around in search of a new victim, but she had always loved a challenge. "What's your name?" she asked, a little less enthusiastic than before.

[font=georgia]Siren shook her head. She hated blubbering, especially from cats younger than her."It's fine," she said briskly. Usually, Siren would appear much more graceful, as she had a knack for deception that was only magnified by her beauty. However, the she-cat was currently in a horrible mood. One that might or might not have to do with a certain older son of Roseblood. Sighing, Siren looked back up at the younger cat. "Whats your name?"

[font=georgia]We could do a combination of both. They could run into each other and he could help out Siren with an injury and then she could run off to hunt and he could follow her...hmm....

[font=georgia]Siren's cobalt blue eyes blinked and blinked again but the image would not disappear. In front of her was Harley, looking lovingly at some other cat. Her fur bristled, her claw unsheathed, and her heart felt heavy. Who was that? Siren had certainly never met her. And what made her so special? Siren took in a breath as she approached.

"Hey, Harles," mewed Siren, her tone somewhat icier than she had intended. "Who is this?" Her eyes bore holes into the calico.

[font=georgia]Siren relaxed at the sound of Harley's voice, and felt her gaze turn to one of neutrality. She had no claim over the tom, nor had she ever. She felt a pain in her heart, the same pain she felt when her mother told her they were not blood related. And just like that bitter emotion, the mackerel tabby pushed it away. There was nothing she could do. She would just have to move on.

"Well I'm glad you could finally find someone to look past that face of your Harles," mewed Siren in her playful, which was only slightly less condescending than her normal, tone. She gave Harley a look of understanding, one in which she knew only he would recognize. If this is who you choose, I hold nothing against you.

[font=georgia]"Yes," Siren mewed at the sound of her mentor's voice. The mackerel tabby padded over, her azure gaze curious. It was rare for her father to call her to come to him, and Siren felt herself suppress a feeling of excitement. "What is it?"

[font=georgia] At the name name Mortem, Siren hid a smirk. "Hello, Solaris, I'm Siren. Siren Mortem-Ipsum. It appears we are sisters." Siren keenly left out the information she was adopted. After all, she was the only one other than her mother who knew that information, and that secret would certainly remain kept.

You have to consider that Siren is quite the charmer herself and she was trained by Lorem Ipsum, no one is going to r.ape her easily.

However we could do thread where he tries

That depends. She was supposed to be mates with Harleyquinsong, but that fell through. She still has some feelings for the tom. However a new crush might be just what she needs ^^

I would rather not have her be with Dignus, mainly because her adoption is a secret that she will take to her grave. It isn't even clear to her father where she came from (though he suspects). What is Matrix personality? Would you have any plots in mind?

[font=georgia]"I'll be there," mewed Siren, approaching out of the blue like she usually did since her roleplayer always seemed to miss the important threads. Her blue eyes actually reflected the happiness she felt for both her mom and dad, and she she-cat let out a small purr. "Congrats!"

[font=georgia]{your sick D:}

Siren flicked her tail, signaling for the tom to follow her. In her mind she was grateful for this moment. Although she knew that Harley had moved on from his feelings for her, it was nice to spend time with him. She had truly missed her time with him, and regretted that she had not been there more. As she looked back at his handsome features, the mackerel tabby couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different then. But wondering was for the weak, and Siren knew the past couldn't be helped.

Siren stopped in front of the ferris wheel, feeling the excitement and adrenaline that filled her whenever she was about to do something dangerous. The feeling was unhealthy, a weakness, but Siren craved it. Looking over at Harley, she flicked her tail. "Ladies first," she mewed cheekily, indicating her friend.