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Originally Posted by Moonfang
Infamous had sensed the other molly and decided to check it out. His orbs scanned the territory until he caught sight of the other molly. She seemed lost. Maybe she wanted to join. Or she was playing dumb. So, he rose his head and unsheathed his claws and stepped into the open. He scanned her before he finally spoke. "Normally, I would give you the normal rundown, but seeing as to how you are, uh, somewhat new, I think that is not necessary. Are you here to join, or not?" he asked, a strong scottish-irish accent cutting through his deep voice. The Black Turkish Angora had been in a territory looking for his sister, and he just so happened upon the molly.
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The silver tabby snorted, her tail lashing back and fourth, she felt cornered, she wasn't in her own territory, she wasn't in her usual foliage, her usual layout, she hated it. Chickpea pouted, her purple orbs shone with annoyance, she felt weak, she felt like he was belittling her, and she hated feeling weak, or less than others "No thank you, I'm waiting for one of my friends to take me there...but...I guess they've already traveled there without me." she stated, turning her attention to the side, refusing to look at the tom. The silver tabby felt sadness pulse through her soul, Belladonna left her...maybe it was a test, she hoped so, she actually liked Bella, she felt a strong sister like bond from the molly, she just hoped that she didn't just get rid of her, she hoped that she didn't do anything to annoy the white molly.
Chickpea looked back at the black tom and sighed "Mind showing me around first? I don't know if I want to join yet or not, it's not as beautiful as my Willow grove, but it has more prey....I'm not too sure yet. But a stroll may change my mind." she stated, her words dripped with uncertainty, she was having second guesses about following a member of group that she knew nothing about, but she would choose this place over the white room, the up walkers that lived there were awful, always pricking her with sharp silver sticks, they always wore white, even the color terrified her, hence her hatred of Winter. The silver feline suppressed a shudder as she remembered her kithood, horror and fear danced in her pastel purple orbs, but she pushed the memories away and focused on the tom infront of her, remembering that it was rude not to listen to others when they talk.