[ameko]

Originally Posted by starfall

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@wolybro
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{*cracks knuckles* time to get started~}

Fluffy white, pure white. It was a little hard for the molly to catch prey with her snowy white pelt constantly giving away her hiding spots, it annoyed her. She was delicate, slim, yet muscular and well built, not too skinny, yet not too flabby, a perfect balance. She quietly made her way through the dusk Syndicate territory, annoyance flashed within her starling blue hues, she didn't understand why she had to hunt, she was a fighter, but at the same time she was glad she was able to stretch her legs a bit, after being cramped up in the camp. She liked walks any ways, she liked hearing then birds sing, the mice scurry, the stream hit up against the rocks, it soothed her soul. She stopped tip toeing around and looked up at the sky, leaf bare was almost over, almost time for the trees to have green leaves once more, no more snow, she hated the cold, it wasn't a goodness mix with her short, thin fur. Angel was about to turn and make her way back to the clearing until she heard voices, quiet, whispering voices. She turned her attention in the direction of the whispering voices and she crouched low, she knew it wouldn't really help given her fur color, but she may be able to blend in with the last snow clumps. She creeped forward until she could hear the whispers clearly, and she realized that there was a trio of cats whispering amongst each other.

The fighter flattened her back and flicked her tail tip, curious, suspicious, she didn't know how else to describe it. Everyone she's ever come into contact with that was whispering turned out to be plotting something evil, and she hoped that this wasn't the case. She didn't like spying on her Syndicate mates, but she wanted to make sure that her home wasn't in any sort of trouble, that the cats Shen cared for were going to be safe, be sound. Her blue hues glimmered as she listened in on their conversation, she knew she may be able to kill two, possibly, it wasn't a promise. At the very least she could kill one, then hitail her way back to camp. At least that's was the plan she formed in her head, not detailed and would most likely fail, but at least she had a plan.

[ack i kinda made bella act like the leader]

Silence. Besides the soft crunch of the snow at her paws, she made no noise. Belladonna padded forward until she was satisfied, and she sat down with the grace of a queen, poised and regal. Keeping her chin high, staring down her muzzle at the other two cats with her, she murmured, "Well? Who's going to start?" Even if she wasn't in the best of moods, she still had enough sense to keep her voice quiet. Who knew if anybody else was listening? You could never trust the cats in the Syndicate, and Bella hardly trusted the two cats with her anyway. At least they had similar enemies: the Clans. Ugh, she couldn't stand those prissy Clan cats! They had to do something to at least instill a little more fear into them. Despite her fragile appearance, Belladonna was nothing of the sort. Beneath her soft white fur was a layer of muscle, but still, most cats thought of her as a misguided cat, someone who had been led to the Dusk Syndicate and didn't know how to escape. Oh, no, she was born and raised here, and she loved every minute of it. She had already killed her share of cats; so why not destroy some more lives in the Clans instead?

"We shouldn't attack them right away," she decided, narrowing her eyes at the two cats in front of her. "You two have any suggestions?" Bella kept her tail steady, not letting it flick around in impatience or from boredom. That could potentially make noise and draw more attention from any cats passing nearby. As she waited for their responses, she could've sworn she saw a flicker in the background behind Pardus and Whiskey. I wonder what that could be, she hummed, thinking about what she had just seen. She watched for a few more seconds, checking to see if there was any more movement; but alas, there was none, and she dismissed it, choosing to think about their plans. However, if there was an intruder on their conversation, she would be sure to flay them alive for eavesdropping. She despised that sort of thing and had sworn to herself long ago to never to do such a thing.