OCC|: It's Fragment here! Just letting you know since Flya has a sub acount now. ^^
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Dainty paws made no noise at all as she hurried up to the deputy and bone. Her eyes were curious but it was carefully hidden by hostility.
The calico looked at Hydra for an explaination. Not that she didn't trust Feather. She just knew Hydra more.
She turned back to observe Souleater.
Flya nodded curtly to Havoc.
The Omens apperance had been a sudden shock to the she-cat, even if she didn't show it.
Turning her head to Jenu, the cat she had seen and talked to on numerous occasions.
" Well, I think we should keep an eye on him all the same. " her voice was strong and clear.
Of course, Flya didn't really expect to have a big reaction from the others. She had no autherity to be sudgesting things... yet.
But still, the cat had come along so there was no real danger. Unless he had allyes but that was unlikely.
The calico hurried after them. There was no way she was going to miss a chance to hunt. A break from tresspassers.
In silence she padded behind them, bringing up the rear. She knew Jenu but Screech was a new cat for her.
She didn't say anything. She just tagged along.
White, black and ginger fur moved.
Flya looked up from where she was eating. " Is it time? " Flya had been there when Shadow had come, asking for help. The first on the scene.
Leaping to her paws she hurried over. The fox- speaking she-cat was ready to claw some Sunclan muzzle.
Flya nodded. " I won't let you or Boneclan down. " she spoke in fox, to save time. Her calico tail flcking.
She didn't pay any attenion to Rally, eventhough she may be fighting alongside her one day.
Amber eyes gleaming, she waited for more cats, and animals, to arrive.
" Greetings, " A calico sat near the entrance, tail curled around her paws. She spoke in fox, un-usual? Nope! Flya had the ability to speak to foxes, but only foxes. The calico came from Boneclan, who were going to help the Tribe attack Sunclan.
Her amber eyes gleamed, as a normal bone she had a lot of respect from other cats and many cats in Boneclan knew her.
To name a few-
Hydra- the Boneclan deputy.
Dew- her own sister.
Jenu- a normal bone like herself.
And many more. Today, she would get to know more cat... whoops! meant foxes.
Flya turned her head. " Hazeleyes, nice to see you here. "
" Oh and thier job is to feed other animals. " she added to Soul, a hint of a purr was contained, carefully hidden within the words.
Flya's head shot up from where she 'resting.'
" Sure! All there is to do is deal with trespassers so i'm up for anything."
The calico padded over to the grey Omen, eyes bright and curious.
[low muse]
Flya froze. " Shadey, move! " well, at least we now Insanity is certainly a rouge. What cat, other than herself, would attack a kit, too young to... even leave the camp.
Anger bagain to bubble in the calico's mind. Her amber eyes darkened but only slightly.
" Hazeleyes? What are you doing? " Flya's reply was struck off when she rembered that Hazeleyes liked the moon.
The calico turned her head, her eyes dim as reaction to the errie darkness that carressed the two she-cats.
Flya's tail was curled round her paws, as though sheltering them for the harsh coldness.
Flya gave a nod. " It does seem unusualy dark tonight. " the calico, although she had seen the figure jump, pretended not to see anything paticular.
[low muse.]
The question took the she-cat by suprise but she let her thoughts drift back. It couldn't be to long ago.
" Yes, you told me. " She replied while turning her head to see the Omen. Of course, she didn't see much of the silver Maine Coon.
Flya tilted her head slightly.
She fully agreed to Hazeleyes. Why shouldn't Boneclan have power over them? It was Boneclan that were allowing them to hunt an basicly live here until they found somewhere else.
Her paws itched to move forward to where the conversasion was taking place but she resisted, only just.
Instead the calico studied Greystar. It would reveal a lot about the clan: if she was mainly lithe and agile the chances were most of the clan was to.
" Of course. "Flya sensed the sudden tension. I won't tell any living soul, unless absolutely necessary. The calico vowed inside her head.
The sudden serious tang in the air pricked at her like pins.
Thoughts whirled around inside Flya's head.
Aswell as the odd emotions but confusion was the most. Flya had heard the very basics of Hazeleyes's past: she knew of Mysticwind and how her mother, Pounce something, was a traitor but still... it was a shock.
Flta felt a new respect for the troubled Omen. Hazeleyes was a strong cat, a tough cookie, you could say but, as all cats and animals do, she had feelings.
Not knowing what to say, the calico blinked. A basic action but it held respect and understanding.
OCC|: To me that sounds very unrealistic. I don't really know if it's aloud in the real clans.
Flya noticed the tom quickly. The yowl was the only thing that gave him away. For a moment she froze, but in the moment she was quickly running through any infomation she knew about this unusual clan. The Assains Creed? Nothing.
The calico winced: with no infomation it was like fighting with one eye closed.
The calico hurried towards the meeting.
This time, however, she didn't try a new, unusual type of padding. In fact, her whiskers twitched in embarrsment just thinking about. She caught a glance at a new cat at the meeting: Juttpaw.
The she-cat paced herself and sat by a silver Maine Coon: Hazeleyes.
Flya already knew about the situation as she had been there.
" Because a kits bond with its mother can't be broken. " No matter what. The fact that Hazeleyes's was still a little tense was daunting as Flya was the last cat who wanted to risk the Omens wrath but she remained in place.
Once again, Flya blinked.
She hated to be this silent but it was Hazeleyes promblem not hers. Of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't help the Omen in any way she could.
The calico could understand how hard the situation could be.
" Maybe you should go to a peaceful place to sort your... worries out. " Worries... She hated how that word was used.
OCC|: Saving up for the sight for Flya. ^^
Should I volenter?
The question burned in her mind. But then again, there are many other cats hat have and I know, for certain, that they will do a good job.
I Hysteria wants me to... lets say... keep an eyes on them, then he will ask me.
The calico focused her vision upon the golden leader.
To be totally honest: Flya didn't even want to watch the Anti-clan. It could, and proberly would, take up so much of my time.
