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Rosha smiled at Moon again, glad to see that he was well. The red tabby sat down in front of him, resting her tail over her paws. Her smile was warm and happy, a light feeling was in her chest. She felt like she was flying. "It's great to see you're well." She said to him, her lips still curved in a smile. He had grown so much, the pretty she-cat noticed giddily. Just like all of her other kits. "Oh, god. It really is great to be back." She felt like dancing, a willowy laugh escaping her mouth. She realized that was about the billionth time she had said that, that day. But that was because it was true. It was great to be back.

"That's because I'm not welcoming you." She growled, not feelings like putting up with him right then, the bi-polar freak. "First you were telling me you still loved me and forgave me, then you were screaming at me. Now your apologizing. What will you do next? Kill me?" She rolled her eyes, deciding right then she was done. She wasn't going to put up with him anymore. She had too much to lose now.

"Of course I know how amazing it is to live again. I don't get what you mean by that though. Being alive gives you the right to scream and holler names at me? Sorry for not understanding your logic." The pretty she-cat muttered, her voice dry. She rolled her emerald eyes, and stared at him hard.

"Ha. No, Sabre. If you wanted to put things in the past, you should have done that back in Rabre. I'm not going to associate with you anymore. I'm not going to wait around for you to snap again. I have too much to lose." She stared at him, her hard outer shell not wavering a bit. "Now, I'll say it one more time - If you value your new life at all, you'd leave right now. I've alerted other cats that you're here, and if they arrive while you're still here they will drive you out by force."

[justify]"Hiding behind your Tribe again, you tend to do that a lot don't you?" Rosha rolled her eyes, God Sabre was a fool. Here she was telling him that, yes, if he didn't leave he would be murdered. Did he do what any cat with half a brain and get the hell out of there? Of course not. He was sealing his death sentence by insulting her. "I'm simply doing the smart thing to do. In no way can I fight now, pregnant and all. And no way do I want you sticking around. So I'm making it a group effort." Her tail curled around her stomach, that was starting to round with children. "If you would use whatever brains you have, you would clearly see that what I'm doing is far more smart that what you're doing - Staying put."

"Don't you think I know now I should have put them behind me before in Rabre? If I had then maybe I would be the one standing next to you, loving you." Rosha hissed, this time visibly pissed off by what he had said. Namely the last part. "Sabre, don't think about what you should have done then, think about what you should be doing now. Leaving. If you value your life one little bit." She said to him, curling her lip up at him, disgusted by his stupidity. "And, by the way, you would not have been standing next to me, and loving me. I've found my soul-mate, and he isn't you."

"Why don't you understand that it isn't my fault that my mood changes, I thought you would have understood that by now." Her disgusted expression only deepened when he opened his mouth next. He was really missing the point. "I don't give a crap about why your mood changes. Why don't YOU understand that I just don't want to be with somebody in ANY way who could easily be ****ing me one moment and then killing me the next!" Her ears angled towards the camp. She really wished they would hurry up, she didn't feel like putting up with Sabre anymore. He was getting on her nerves.

"Isn't it enough to know I still love you? I care about you." No, it wasn't enough. Her expression didn't change, if anything it grew harder. "No, Sabre. It's not. Please leave now." Her voice was harsh. She was really tiring of this. "I'm not going to put up with you anymore, so just run back to your clan now."[/justify]

Sure.

Nytha entered her mother's cavern, her eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the lack of light. "Mom? I was out hunting, and I found some bodies."

When they were finally at the camp, Nytha dashed in, heading for her mother's den.

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/empr…ened.-102297.new.html#new

Jules looked at Sabre, had she already met him? Eh, if she did she didn't remember. "Hi." She greeted, flicking her ears. "I'm Jules." She moved closer to Charlemagne, and rested her head against his shoulder. "I have to talk to you when we're done here." She whispered into his ear, her voice rather urgent. "It's important." She told him feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Please don't do that." Vesiah murmured, pulling her tail away.

DevilBerry! >:D wrote:

Great, here's the thread;
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/trib…-me.-joining-92034.0.html

Thanks!

"No harm done." Vesiah said, blinking kindly at the kit with her good eye.

"It's no problem." Alphonse grinned.

"I was the same way when I was a kit." The albino she-cat laughed, though felt extremely self concsious. She hated the way she looked, and felt like everyone else would be thinking the same thing. "But, eh, that was a long time ago." Her singly, pink eye narrowed slightly, clouding with memories.

Rosha jerked her head towards him, her eyes narrowed. "You have greencough?" She asked, alarmed. She couldn't have her own cats getting sick.

"More trouble, more fun." Vesiah said with a laugh.

"Nope." Jules shook her head, laughing a bit. But the laugh didn't have any heart in it. "It's personal."

Congrats Ashurri! [x

Rosha padded out of camp.

ooc: Hi. x] We don't have a sign-up thread. All you have to do is bring a cat in and have her talk to one of the leaders - Rosha or Kallahan.

Rosha relaxed slightly then, but stiffened once more. "Rock Mafia? I've never heard of them. How many cats do they have? Do your pride-mates know you're here?"

Rosha left.

Name: Stella - Born Steven.
Gender:Female - Born male.
Appearance: Stella is a very small girl, only standing at 5.1". She has very short hair, which is dyed purple. She's very pale, and her face is always caked in make-up. She's very . . .Um, manly looking still, with a mustache and beard.
Personality: Stella is very in-your-face about things. She's proud of who she is, and will kick anyone's ass who calls her names. She's a loner, preferring not to associate with anyone - period. She's a huge flirt though, and will swing either way depending on her mood. She's horrible in school, and dumb as a rock.
Year in High School: 12th
Who do you want to room with? -shrug-
What electives do you want to take? Theater
Other: Nope.