Posts by Flya

" I know your there."
A soft purr sounded from her throat as she looked in the opposite direction of her adopted daughter, pretending not to know where she was. Of course, in reality, she knew exactly where Starburst was hiding as Flya had eyes as sharp as a falcons but it was for the smaller she-cats amusment.

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Flya had finally escaped from the den. After her ecounter with the fox, she had been left limping and paranoid. Her wounds had healed well but she just couldn't shake it off, it just wouldn't go.
The calico froze as she saw the she-cat hyper, doing all the things that you done when you've been overcome with... catmint. The cat bristled and rushed forward, ignoring her limp.
"Hey!"

OCC|: This is still Fragment, just on a sub-account.

So rude!
" Why in the world of f**k would I tell you? No, foxes. The only other animal I can speak to. "
The calico cast a dark glance at the tom before realising what he'd just said. " My own son was taken by catmint. Shouldn't we help her before she... gets it on with some random tom and ends up lugging around his kits? " Ok, so she was harsh but Flya had suffered the conseguences of the deadly herb many times before. It wasn't pretty.

Flya followed without a single word, her small tapering tail hovering five inches off the ground and but her ember eyes fixed on a point staright ahead. The well-known Bone limped along with the patrol, cursing in her head about the fox that had mauled her and, in doing so, limited her ability to hunt and fight. Still, she'd made it this far and had dealt with so many things going wrong in her life that being mauled by the only thing who she felt close to other than felinesly fying and being followed by Darrika, the spirit, that limping for the rest of her life wasn't going to stop her hunting for Boneclan.

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Everkit padded in her ears pricked and green-yellow eyes wide open. The dilute tabby choose to sit by her brother, Yellowkit, for the sole reason of that the she-kit didn't really know anyone well enough yet. She murmured a small greeting to her black tom brother before sitting down with a calm expression yet it was her eyes that betrayed her showing nothing but determination and strength of mind. What ever happened, she would be ready.

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Casting a glance around the she-kit, the dilute tortie let a small spider creep over her paw before scuttling away in the opposite direction. Her pale, lacy eyes settled on the silver Maine Coon without her mind fully realising but after a couple of moments that passed Everkit tore her gaze away from her cousins Godmother.

I small, thin smile appeared on the tortie's lips as she heard an answer and turned around to see a panting she-kit. There wasn't really much about her in phisical appearance- no exitable description came to the shopisticated females mind but it didn't really matter. Wether Everkit was with or against her, she would be determined. " Great, would you like to be with me?"

" I'd like to volenteer to be the 'leader' of training the Bones." The calico called out once her brain had processed the exited words the bengal Omen had spoke. Flya had wanted the skeletons but since Preppy had taken them she gone for the bones as she didn't want to teach moaning kits that whined when someone tripped on their tail or something.

" Are you quite alright?" The cold voice led to the calico's well-formed figure as the Omen glanced up from where her mute son was silently sleeping, basking in the cold air that contrasted greatly with the warming sun.

The calico didn't take her amber eyes off the tabby but no proper emotion filled around the golden orbs. Many cats paced around the camp numerous times so it wasn't anything drastic but the way her face was contorted and the way she had burst out of the den with such urgency somewat alerted Flya.

The calico Omen was lying down by a small stream. She had no idea whether it was in her territory or not but at the moment? Her worries were elsewhere. A small sigh escaped her mouth.

She remembered the rainy day over a year ago when she had birthed her first litter of kittens, intent on raising them to be a good cats as her. Ha, she dream had gone down a bombshell. With their father, the infamous Bistrenight, the former leader of Darkclan, Flya had done as best as she could to raise two split personality kits, one mute kit, one arrogant kit and one serial killer. No it wasn't good.

She needed someone to confide in. Someone who would listen.

" Oh my Kiami, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. " The calico jumped when the tom approached without a sound. Or at least that's what it sounded like to her. Perhaps she was just to engrossed in her deep thoughts to notice. Oh well, that didn't matter now, did it?

It then occurred to her how he hadn't sprinted towards her, claws unsheathed and eyes blazing in fury. No, he had just padded towards her and meowed a greeting. If him suddenly approaching hadn't surprised her enough, this certainly did.

Fly, say something, it's rude to stare. The she-cat scolded herself and quickly replied to his calm meow. " Oh, hey. " Well done, me.

"I'm sure we would be delighted in attending. I'll confirm with Hysteria and, with any luck , you'll see us there." Flya thanked the cougar and awaited the arrival of the others who would show up sooner than later.

" Not from round here ,no I come from a clan called Boneclan. Perhaps you've heard of them?"The Omen spoke slowly as if she was being careful with what she said. The calico she-cat also watched the Tom's every move or facial expression like she was analysing him. Maybe he would notice? Hopefully, not. She was trying very hard to be as discreet as possible.