Dusk Syndicate Clearing

[seasalt]

Originally Posted by tawny~

@Duskflight
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The daughter of the false king was out and about, as she usually always was. It was hard for her mother to keep up with her at times, and that was how it usually always was. She was a lot like her father in a sense, but in another sense, she was a lot more different than the false king. She was usually was always outside of the nursery, going her merry way around the camp. It was her usual schedule, besides spending time with her mother, and perhaps playing with her siblings, though she really didn't care as much for them really. She did love them, but... she preferred to play or talk with other kit's, or trainee's. Whatever, didn't matter really all that much. And to Iesha, it really wouldn't matter. Really didn't matter at all that much. Iesha pranced away from entrance of the nursery, struggling to run, being only two moons sucked. You were growing, and while your growing, you have to get used to it, and then you grow a little more, and have to get used to it all over again. Irritating, right? Ugh. She gave a snort to herself, today was a boring day. Maybe, she could go bother someone. Her ear's twitched as she searched around, and the boredom was clear on her muzzle.

Then, she noticed Icarius. Huh. Her half-brother. Interesting. Iesha tilted her head, before walking over to him, a smile on her face. "Hi!" Iesha approached him from the side, looking at him through a tilt of her head, tail lashing. "What are you doing?" The black and white she cat questioned, a innocent grin on her face. So innocent indeed. It sounded like he was listing, something. Iesha didn't know what it was, maybe it was herbs? She honestly didn't care all that much about what he was doing. As long as she wasn't bored out of her mind. Conversation would be fine for her. They were related, I guess.

Another bump for @Duskflight

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

The dark brown she-cat nearly shuddered as her name rolled of the tom’s tongue. It was strange, hearing someone else use her name. Obviously, others had said her name many times before, but most of the time, it had been either her mum, dad or stepdad. Living in one territory for all of your life meant that you were less likely to come across a stranger that would say your name. But she liked it. She would have to get used to hearing her name used a lot more often. "Thank you….” Bella replied, uncertainty lacing her words. It was quite a flattering reply, considering it was coming from a very good looking cat, and she wasn’t used to be complimented by cats like him. Or rather, she wasn’t used to being complimented by anyone other than her parents.

She’d never thought about it – what her name meant. Her mother had never told her either. "I don’t know. My mother never told me,” Bella replied finally, shrugging her shoulders. Maybe it was good that she didn’t know everything about herself. At least the tom wouldn’t be able to know everything about her. After all, how was he supposed to learn something about her if even she didn’t know it? There were still many things that were dormant within her and still had yet to awaken. Only then would she be able to find a few more things out about herself.

Not once did the thought come across that he had not introduced himself. By the looks of it, the tom was going to be asking questions and she was going to have to answer all of them. Shouldn’t she get a turn at asking? I’ll just have to wait for the right moment to butt in, the Havana brown told herself, her yellow hues becoming focused as she waited for the right moment to come. However, who knew how long that might take? For all she knew, it could take the whole conversation and she wouldn’t even get a chance.

"You? Scaring me? Of course not!” Bella scoffed, snorting in amusement. That was a lie, but she hid it well. This tom was intimidating. There was a strange aura that surrounded him, it made the Havana brown feel weaker than she was. She didn’t feel as defiant as she normally would be around a stranger. She was experiencing something new, but she was having mixed feelings about it. "No, I guess not,” Bella said, a small frown of thought growing on her maw. How strange, she was intriguing him. It was weird, considering she personally thought of herself as a generally boring cat.

The Havana brown wasn’t at all annoyed by his presence. She was enjoying it if anything. It wasn’t usual that someone of her age would be able to sit down and have a chat with her. But then again, maybe, just maybe, this cat wasn’t around her age. Maybe he was just some old tom cat that couldn’t find the attention of anyone else. It was very unlikely, but there would always be a possibility for everything.

An eye raised at his remark. He knew she was a fighter? How strange. If she were him, she would’ve thought of her as a hunter or healer. Not a fighter. "You’re right about that. No one should ever dare to mess with me or my fur,” Bella responded. She was certainly joking, but she wasn’t quite sure if the tom was. Yet again, it was rather hard to tell if he was joking or not. It appeared that he hadn’t been born with a natural joking tone. It wouldn’t matter much though whether he was joking or not. It was perfectly normal for someone to throw in a joke every now and again, as long as the conversation wasn’t extremely serious.

Bella found herself feeling rather perplexed at his next statement. Creep, she thought. She knew exactly what he meant and she sure as heck didn’t cuddle. She didn’t like letting others be that close to her. The she-cat didn’t mind if it was one of her family members, but other than that, she was off limits to too much physical contact. "No. It’s for me and me only,” Bella replied flatly. She wasn’t joking about her words, but maybe her blunt tone was a bit of a joke. She didn’t usually use a flat tone to reply to others. Before the tom could reply, she quickly shoved in the question she’d been wanting ask you. “What’s your name? I should know your name if you know mine,” she said, her yellow hues gazing at him seriously.

Crimson was more indifferent towards the she cat at the moment. Though she was interesting, he had to admit. Yet, he didn't know why. Maybe a question he shouldn't answer in the first place. As he gave a quick glance at her, licking his jaw, he turned away. His hues narrowed in front of him. Bella... He thought. That was a peculiar name...one he never truly heard of before. It reminded him of some sort of kittypet name. Most Dusk Syndicate had tough names, like himself. Then, there was Hannibal, Singe, or even Hades. Now, those cats were someone to fear. They all had some type of blood on their paws, and for Crimson? He preferred to keep his paws clean, and his body active to reduce his longing to kill--not, that he held a history for killing. It was quite the complicated history when it came to him.

The tom didn't even provide a smile her way when she said her next words. He felt that he didn't need to. Crimson carried a dry sense of humor, and he hardly found things funny. It was always something serious with him, and hard for him to catch on to a joke. Even if the j oke was about him, he would become very violent if he took it into offense. ''Good.'' His reply was short. ''I don't enjoy scaring away company.'' And, this was true. The ginger tabby hardly had friends to talk to, or any type of company at all. Most cats thought it was something strange about him, something eerie about him that they could never figure out. Because he was a secretive cat. Crimson preferred to get to know others rather than they getting to know him.

Crimson turned his pale green gaze to another corner of the clearing. He shifted upon his seat, finding everything else in a sense of calmness. He liked this type of thing. Socializing with a new cat, enjoying the serenity even though the Dusk Syndicate was far from ever being a pretty place to call him. Though at her words, the tom gave a small smirk. ''That sucks,'' He replied, snorting. ''Sharing is caring,'' A devious, dark purr erupted from his maw. This was his way of joking. His way of playing. Even if it were dark. After all, she said he wasn't scaring her--and, he didn't want to. He wanted her to warm up to him. That sounded nice to finally have someone to talk to.

Yet, she was also a mystery. Feisty...seemingly a bit off...but she knew where she was. Where she stood. In his mind, this was a feline he didn't want to let go. The only thing that nagged in his mind was where could she had come from. Surely she wasn't born in the Syndicate as he were. As he caught a glimpse in her yellow hues, they seemed to tell a forbidden story. One that he knew he wouldn't like. Firstly, he wouldn't be the first to judge as he just met this she cat. But, then again? That's exactly what's it's like to be him. Being judgmental.

At her next words however, the tom felt his eyes narrowing at her slightly, ready to tell her a piece of his mind. Was she catching an attitude with him? Crimson didn't think he liked that, but as she opened her mouth again, he looked away. He didn't like that either. Explaining who he was. Even if it had to do with something simple such as his age or his name.

She wanted his name. Crimson looked away for a second. He didn't want to give her his name, but he did know hers, so probably knowing his would be fair, right? For Crimson, he didn't really like sharing. He was indifferent towards it because he knew he didn't have to share. Most of the cats stayed away from him because of his anger issues or his tendency to be harsh. But that look in her gaze was extremely serious--it almost made him laugh. Keyword being almost.

The ginger tabby's ears flicked, and he muttered, ''Crimson.'' Before he brought his head back up to show his irritated expression. ''If you must know,'' he added for dramatic effect. Although he felt that his name really didn't matter at all. But, the feeling that Bella wasn't really a cat of this...nature bothered him to his core. He needed to know. ''Mind if I ask you a question, Bella?'' He tilted his head for a second, analyzing her before he went on anyway. ''Where did you come from--where were you born?'' He asked, flicking his tail.

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@Skjoldolfr

Labrynn trotted her way into the clearing, a happy smile glowing on her face as she hummed a small tune. Everything seemed full of life in a dreading place. So many evil cats, so many unhappy cats...where were the cats that threw around a little optimism every once in a blue moon? To Labrynn, they all seemed like they could need it. Yet, she tried to be that cat, but that was hard. She was a little sweet, optimistic girl when she wanted to be, but other times? She didn't truly care for it.

The she cat looked around the clearing, her dazzingly green eyes looking for a place to sit as she wanted to eat the small kill that dangled from her mouth. Truthfully, Labrynn would had made an excellent hunter, but because of her pride, and the fact that she was constantly scared of the opinions of others, she chose to be a fighter. She never killed for sport. Only killing to impress another. Usually which are toms she could show her beauty off too.

Indeed, the feline was the purity of beauty. She had long silky coat; soft and delicate. Her eyes were a captivating leaf-green, like a forest on a summer day. She had it all. And, she knew how to work it out to get whatever she wanted. See, this was how Labrynn worked. Especially when it came to toms. She loved to flirt, it was her contagious to her--her favorite medicine.

Like as of now, she searched the clearing for a victim. As she settled down to eat the small mouse that laid plump in front of her paws, her green eyes scanned the clearing. It was always fun to kiss up to a tom. All the she cat really wanted was for others to do her dirty work--yet, she also longed for needed protection.

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by RedHead

Donovan laughed at Cassius' hesitation. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the scent soon enough. And after we finish our little... Project, you can go wash off in the stream over there." The Abyssian meowed, flicking his ears towards what was more of a spring on the other end of the clearing. He stepped into the flowers himself, shaking his pelt a bit, then he stepped out. "You're supposed to." He meowed to the younger cat's next statement, rolling his eyes in a little exasperation, a little humor. Donovan watched as Cassius walked away to gather the ferns, confirming as well that he would find the nest. The older tom then headed to just outside of camp, where cats usually made their dirt. He clawed together a bunch of brambles that were on the bush nearby, skillfully placing his paws on the parts of the branches that did not pave thorns. This just showed how much Donovan worked with brambles. He dragged them back into camp, staying in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, and dropping them behind a bush. He then say and waited for Cassius, his olive green eyes scanning the clearing for sugns of snooping cats.

[so so sorry for this overly late reply]

Cassius took a quick glance to make sure no other cat was watching him. Silently he bolted over to where the ferns were. Using his teeth, he bit the stems of several of the leafy plants. He laid them down in a pile beside him so he could quickly gather them up at the sign of a cat. Seeing no one, and having collected a decent amount, he snatched up the ferns and darted around the edge of the clearing, heading for Donovan. His flanks heaving from the sprint, he laid the ferns down in front of the bush where the brambles were hid. "There's the ferns!" He chirped proudly. "Now I'll go find his nest." A mischievous smirk crossed his maw as he padded back around to the fighters den. Sneaking silently up to the entrance, he peered inside. There was no sign of the Savannah tom. He crept inside, his fluffy grey pelt melting in with the shadows. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness. He began his slow process of sniffing each nest. As he worked his way along, different scents mingling in his nose, a sound at the entrance startled him. He. Whipped around to see a fluffy tom appear. Quickly he crouched down, hoping not to be seen.

The tom had spotted him and made his way over. "Yer the son of that Onyx fella aren't ya?" The creamy tom meowed in his heavy set Southern accent.

Cassius, knowing the tom from somewhere nodded quietly. "Yes sir." He mumbled.

Calixto gave a nod of thought. "Say, what're ya doin' in here anyways?" He asked, sitting down to question the kit.

"I'm looking for someone's nest." He replied bashfully. Know he'd done it. Some excuse would need to be made up now, because surely Calixto wouldn't accept him and Donovan playing a prank on Singe.

"Well, who would that be? Maybe I can help ya find 'em." He asked, standing up again.

"Singe."

"Well for what reason do you want to know that?"

There it was, time for the lying part... "My Dad wanted to see him and asked me to see if he had been out long." Cassius replied in his most confident tone.

"Ah I see." Calixto replied. "It's two down on the left side." He purred. "Good luck to Onyx if he insults that fellow. Singe ain't exactly the most forgiving cat." He mumbled to himself as he exited the den.

Cassius, a little shook by the words of warning, paused and made sure Calixto was gone for good. "Two down on the left..." He muttered, finding the nest. The scent was stale. He hadn't been here for some time. Happy with his finding, he ran back out to Donovan.

He skidded to a halt. "Found it!" He laughed a little bit. He wrapped his small mouth around the ferns, eager to get started. "He hasn't been there since early this morning." He said, his voice muffled a bit by the fern stems.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Constellation

@Skjoldolfr

Labrynn trotted her way into the clearing, a happy smile glowing on her face as she hummed a small tune. Everything seemed full of life in a dreading place. So many evil cats, so many unhappy cats...where were the cats that threw around a little optimism every once in a blue moon? To Labrynn, they all seemed like they could need it. Yet, she tried to be that cat, but that was hard. She was a little sweet, optimistic girl when she wanted to be, but other times? She didn't truly care for it.

The she cat looked around the clearing, her dazzingly green eyes looking for a place to sit as she wanted to eat the small kill that dangled from her mouth. Truthfully, Labrynn would had made an excellent hunter, but because of her pride, and the fact that she was constantly scared of the opinions of others, she chose to be a fighter. She never killed for sport. Only killing to impress another. Usually which are toms she could show her beauty off too.

Indeed, the feline was the purity of beauty. She had long silky coat; soft and delicate. Her eyes were a captivating leaf-green, like a forest on a summer day. She had it all. And, she knew how to work it out to get whatever she wanted. See, this was how Labrynn worked. Especially when it came to toms. She loved to flirt, it was her contagious to her--her favorite medicine.

Like as of now, she searched the clearing for a victim. As she settled down to eat the small mouse that laid plump in front of her paws, her green eyes scanned the clearing. It was always fun to kiss up to a tom. All the she cat really wanted was for others to do her dirty work--yet, she also longed for needed protection.

Horseradish slipped out of the fighters' den, muscles rippling under long dappled fur that fell across his lean frame, obscuring detail like fresh fallen snow, blanketing the world in a layer of white. He paused halfway out, tasting the air, which smelled of blood, prey and cats for the most part, although the scents of the forest wreathed every scent, but did not mask it. He gazed around at the odd assortment of cats, and once, he'd wondered how they'd all learned to get along, but now, that answer was clear; they didn't.

Fights were almost inevitable, death was common, and usually, it was no accident. But that was okay, that was what made the Syndicate the Syndicate. It wouldn't be the same without the difficulty it took to live in it. It was a challenge, and the amber eyed tom was more than up to the challenge it offered. He yawned, revealing long fangs, then stepped fully into the clearing, scanning everything around him. He flicked his tail and set to work, looking for his next victim. He already had one planned out in SkyClan, but he could balance two, right?

The tall tom stepped over to the fresh-kill pile, his eyes lowered but tail raised. He always had an eye out for trouble, and not every cat wanted him alive, so he did have to watch his back a lot. And as he did, he noticed a delicate looking molly with deep green eyes, and shot her a lopsided smile before picking up the vole he'd been eyeing up and padding away. Horseradish could not recall the molly's name, but he didn't particularly care much, either, for he knew that eventually, he would know it.

He crouched down, and set the vole in front of him. He was no hunter, and really wasn't great at it, but being a fighter? It was perfect, and he could ask for little better, although a guard would be nice, but Horseradish had little interest in controlling the Syndicate, although he did want his bloodline to spread throughout it like a weed, and that was just what he planned to do, for he did love kits, especially his own.

[Brilliance]

[LEFT]

Originally Posted by Skjoldolfr

Horseradish slipped out of the fighters' den, muscles rippling under long dappled fur that fell across his lean frame, obscuring detail like fresh fallen snow, blanketing the world in a layer of white. He paused halfway out, tasting the air, which smelled of blood, prey and cats for the most part, although the scents of the forest wreathed every scent, but did not mask it. He gazed around at the odd assortment of cats, and once, he'd wondered how they'd all learned to get along, but now, that answer was clear; they didn't.

Fights were almost inevitable, death was common, and usually, it was no accident. But that was okay, that was what made the Syndicate the Syndicate. It wouldn't be the same without the difficulty it took to live in it. It was a challenge, and the amber eyed tom was more than up to the challenge it offered. He yawned, revealing long fangs, then stepped fully into the clearing, scanning everything around him. He flicked his tail and set to work, looking for his next victim. He already had one planned out in SkyClan, but he could balance two, right?

The tall tom stepped over to the fresh-kill pile, his eyes lowered but tail raised. He always had an eye out for trouble, and not every cat wanted him alive, so he did have to watch his back a lot. And as he did, he noticed a delicate looking molly with deep green eyes, and shot her a lopsided smile before picking up the vole he'd been eyeing up and padding away. Horseradish could not recall the molly's name, but he didn't particularly care much, either, for he knew that eventually, he would know it.

He crouched down, and set the vole in front of him. He was no hunter, and really wasn't great at it, but being a fighter? It was perfect, and he could ask for little better, although a guard would be nice, but Horseradish had little interest in controlling the Syndicate, although he did want his bloodline to spread throughout it like a weed, and that was just what he planned to do, for he did love kits, especially his own.

Labrynn tucked her paws under her, keeping herself in a low hunting crouch. With her tail swishing behind her gently, the she cat's eyes never left the mouse that was in front of her. She gave a delicate lick to her jaws before taking a small bite out the critter. It was always nice to have manners. She didn't want toms looking at her as if she had been a savage just tearing out the meat of the dead animal. Labrynn liked to keep herself refined, something pretty to watch like a bird. Or, a scenery with a soft touch. A waterfall, decorated with flower beds--all sorts. That's how the she cat wanted to be like. For whoever pass, they would know she had manners.

Then again, this was the Syndicate. Most cats that lived here didn't know what manners were. Nor, did they care about you. It was every cat for themselves out here, that's what Labrynn had experienced before--and, how annoying it had been! A couple of the toms trailed her like honey. Being a lot younger and gullible, but the older ones? Ones that she preferred? They were courting some other she cat, raising a family, or too worried about their work. The thought was laughable! Here she was, a pretty, perhaps even beautiful feline that is giving you attention, and you're rejecting it? Ignoring it? If it was one thing that this she cat hated; it was being ignored. She kept her fur nicely groom, soft to perfection, and her scent was like no others. Something sweet like tree sapling. Labrynn felt that she wasn't getting her recognition, and it slightly made her fur bristle.

Looking up from her prey, the she cat spotted a familiar feline. One of the fighters as she was. Much larger than her, well muscled, and well, look at that--handsome. She was probably staring a little too long than she intended, but she saw that lopsided grin placed on his face. Intriguing it was. The she cat blinked her green eyes slowly. Was that directed at her? Before she could allow herself to be caught up, the she cat continued to take a few nibbles from her meal. Though her eyes had sought out the tom that she wanted to register his name. Yet, she got nothing.

"Should I approach him?" Her voice was quiet, intended to be a question she had to answer herself. Tilting her head slightly as she watched him eat for a few moments, she didn't know what she wanted to do. Perhaps he was like most of the other toms in the Syndicate-- closed to their work. Labrynn rolled her eyes at the thought, and she figured that nothing could go wrong if she tried. So, she finished her meal, and groomed herself more. As if she could be more cleaner than she already were. Then she got up, her silky soft fur hanging around her like a blanket. Her out-turned ears flicked for a second before she continued on. Maybe, it won't be so bad. It's fun playing around. Remember, this is all a game, Brynn.

Taking elegant steps with her tail swishing behind her slowly, she approached the side of the tom, too close for comfort as she allowed her tail to lightly brush along his side. A simple way she adores doing when meeting any potential flirt victim. "Hi there," Her voice was low, seductive-like. She had debated on what else to say, slight panic rising within her. I haven't seen you around before or My name is Labrynn, handsome. What's yours? Maybe those came on too strong. For Labrynn, flirting was a practice. It was not easily achieved, and sometimes hard to activate.

The she cat figured she didn't have much to lose anyway. What was the most he could do? Run her off? So, as she circled around her, admiring every part of his physical appearance, a pure erupted from her muzzle. "I couldn't help but notice that you were smiling at me." She slowly padded back in front of him, her green eyes dazzlingly. "Seen something you like?" She proceeded to lay down, crossing her paws in an elegant manner, as she continued to sway her tail behind her. Flirting was a dangerous game to be playing. It gave two emotions; happiness or anger. Never sadness, at least with this feline. Yet, she had hoped. For some odd reason, she knew that maybe--just maybe, this was going to be a good couple moons.

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Gusty

Halite shifted around uncomfortably. He wasn't too familiar with Viana... how far was she going to go? "Uh, n-nothing much..." he shook his head from side to side, basically repeating what he said before. "No love interests, no." The tom mumbled, biting on his tongue hard. Not right now, at least. Even though there are so many opportunities here, and I'm sure some cats like me (I hope), I'm not sure if it will work out.

"Ah, what are you trying to do, pry out all of this information out of me?" He muttered under his breath, while biting his tongue. He wasn't too fond of Viana's endless stream of questions; it made him quite uncomfortable. Psh, I'm not a celebrity or anything. Some cats are way too curious for their own good. "What about you?"

[i am so sorry for this overly late reply]

Viana was wearing a bright, curious grin on her maw. She looked innocent and curious, but her motives weren't necessarily as pure. She wanted cot know him yes. She wanted to really get to know him. Besides, was it really so wrong to want to know more about your leader? Certainly not, but Halite didn't seem to think that way. "Aw, none? Where s the fun in that? No sense of adventure." She shook her head disdainfully.

"Now, Halite," she started, putting on a rather offended look. "I would never pry. Only interrogate or inquire. Is it really so bad for me to want to know my fearless leader?" She asked, wiping the faked hurt from her expression. "Oh, turning the field are we?" She asked with a small giggle. "Well, there was Onyx, and a few others. Plus this one Shadowclan...Wait, why am I boring you with all this.... I'm here, there, everywhere. I don't stay still for too long. I like to keep things moving forwards. Onwards and upwards I suppose. Not much family either. Just an annoying younger sister." There she went again. Droning on about her life. But hey, if he didn't want to talk, then she would have to.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Crimson was more indifferent towards the she cat at the moment. Though she was interesting, he had to admit. Yet, he didn't know why. Maybe a question he shouldn't answer in the first place. As he gave a quick glance at her, licking his jaw, he turned away. His hues narrowed in front of him. Bella... He thought. That was a peculiar name...one he never truly heard of before. It reminded him of some sort of kittypet name. Most Dusk Syndicate had tough names, like himself. Then, there was Hannibal, Singe, or even Hades. Now, those cats were someone to fear. They all had some type of blood on their paws, and for Crimson? He preferred to keep his paws clean, and his body active to reduce his longing to kill--not, that he held a history for killing. It was quite the complicated history when it came to him.

The tom didn't even provide a smile her way when she said her next words. He felt that he didn't need to. Crimson carried a dry sense of humor, and he hardly found things funny. It was always something serious with him, and hard for him to catch on to a joke. Even if the j oke was about him, he would become very violent if he took it into offense. ''Good.'' His reply was short. ''I don't enjoy scaring away company.'' And, this was true. The ginger tabby hardly had friends to talk to, or any type of company at all. Most cats thought it was something strange about him, something eerie about him that they could never figure out. Because he was a secretive cat. Crimson preferred to get to know others rather than they getting to know him.

Crimson turned his pale green gaze to another corner of the clearing. He shifted upon his seat, finding everything else in a sense of calmness. He liked this type of thing. Socializing with a new cat, enjoying the serenity even though the Dusk Syndicate was far from ever being a pretty place to call him. Though at her words, the tom gave a small smirk. ''That sucks,'' He replied, snorting. ''Sharing is caring,'' A devious, dark purr erupted from his maw. This was his way of joking. His way of playing. Even if it were dark. After all, she said he wasn't scaring her--and, he didn't want to. He wanted her to warm up to him. That sounded nice to finally have someone to talk to.

Yet, she was also a mystery. Feisty...seemingly a bit off...but she knew where she was. Where she stood. In his mind, this was a feline he didn't want to let go. The only thing that nagged in his mind was where could she had come from. Surely she wasn't born in the Syndicate as he were. As he caught a glimpse in her yellow hues, they seemed to tell a forbidden story. One that he knew he wouldn't like. Firstly, he wouldn't be the first to judge as he just met this she cat. But, then again? That's exactly what's it's like to be him. Being judgmental.

At her next words however, the tom felt his eyes narrowing at her slightly, ready to tell her a piece of his mind. Was she catching an attitude with him? Crimson didn't think he liked that, but as she opened her mouth again, he looked away. He didn't like that either. Explaining who he was. Even if it had to do with something simple such as his age or his name.

She wanted his name. Crimson looked away for a second. He didn't want to give her his name, but he did know hers, so probably knowing his would be fair, right? For Crimson, he didn't really like sharing. He was indifferent towards it because he knew he didn't have to share. Most of the cats stayed away from him because of his anger issues or his tendency to be harsh. But that look in her gaze was extremely serious--it almost made him laugh. Keyword being almost.

The ginger tabby's ears flicked, and he muttered, ''Crimson.'' Before he brought his head back up to show his irritated expression. ''If you must know,'' he added for dramatic effect. Although he felt that his name really didn't matter at all. But, the feeling that Bella wasn't really a cat of this...nature bothered him to his core. He needed to know. ''Mind if I ask you a question, Bella?'' He tilted his head for a second, analyzing her before he went on anyway. ''Where did you come from--where were you born?'' He asked, flicking his tail.

The Havana Brown had a feeling that this cat was an intelligent one. He was polite and in a way, humorous. But that didn’t necessarily mean he would be intelligent. Not all intelligent cats were polite. Some cats were extremely rough yet they were some of the smartest cats on the planet. But there was something about him that gave Bella the feeling he would soon be wanting to know everything about her. The fighter considered information seekers to be intelligent. She wouldn’t call herself an ‘information seeker’, but she could be very curious at times. She wasn’t the kind of cat who would go out of their way to know something, but if she got an opportunity, she wouldn’t throw it away. She wasn’t nosy. She didn’t eavesdrop on purpose. She only eavesdropped if the cats nearby were talking too loudly.

Bella wasn’t expecting to find a lot of eavesdroppers in this place. The cats here would know to hide their secrets and not talk too loudly. She was almost certain that by the time she’d spent a moon here, she would still know hardly anything about the Dusk Syndicate. Unless she managed to find herself a friend that would be willing to tell her everything, she would be on her own for a bit. She would have to stay in solitude and learn everything by herself. She wouldn’t be receiving any help. Or maybe, this tom would be willing to help. But then again, he didn’t really seem like the type of cat who wanted to tell her everything. He hadn’t even offered his name yet. He looked like the kind of guy that wasn’t going to share anything, let alone his name.

“I don’t think anyone would appreciate your presence if you were to scare others away,” Bella remarked, chuckling quietly. I’m sure it wouldn’t be very hard to find an unfriendly cat here, She thought, being careful to not smirk at the thought. This cat seemed nice enough. He hadn’t yet scared her enough to make her run away. But this place was full of surprises. At any moment, the tom could frighten her enough to make her leave this place and run home. Anything, absolutely anything could happen. She didn’t trust this place enough to relax for a single moment. There just wasn’t the time to let down your guard for a single second. She had to protect herself. She was on her own.

Sharing is caring? She’d only ever heard that phrase a few times before. When she ventured from her home to visit that nice kittypet. “Well unfortunately for you, I don’t care,” Bella said, smirking him. Although her tone was confident, deep down she was fearing that the tom might take offence to that. She didn’t want to anger him. The dark brown she-cat didn’t know how he would react if he were to be angered. Would he just give her the silent treatment, or, would he completely explode at her? This is the problem with meeting new cats, you don’t know how they would react when you angered them.

The fighter could see the displeasure on his face as she requested his name. She watched carefully as his eyes narrowed slightly at the question. She unsheathed her claws and not once did she let her gaze leave the tom. She was going to be much more wary of him now. The she-cat considered backing away slowly, but that might anger him even more. Maybe it would be best to just sit and wait.

Was it really that bad to ask for his name? It was just a name after all. It wasn’t like she was asking for every little secret that he knew. Bella was tempted to ask him why he was getting upset over a name, but decided against it. Maybe it would be better for her to not ask. Surely it wouldn’t end well. The Havana Brown would just need to push back the curiosity that bubbled within her. Still, the thought was still there and it was an open option. No one was going to stop her from asking.

“Crimson,” She repeated softly. It was a nice name. I wonder what inspired his mother to give him such a name, Bella thought. The she-cat was brought out of her thoughts as his next question. She looked at him patiently and waited for him to finish before she started thinking up a good response. “I was born in a loner territory,” Bella said. She didn’t add on anything else. If he wanted to know more, then she would tell him as he asked. Maybe she should try keeping her own identity to herself.

[Barnabas]

(Open)
Angelic walked into the camp clearing from the fighter's den, ready to take on any cat who dared to threaten her. The She-cat made her way to the center of the clearing with a short flick of her tail. She knew that she would probably be alone, but like always she didn't care. She didn't care if any cat ever talked to her. Angelic hardly ever got any feelings for anyone or anything, because with all her heart and soul she was independent. She is now and forever.

If no cat talks to me it's fine! I don't think I will ever need anyone or anything ever again! I will forever be part of the Dusk Syndicate!

The dark ginger molly sat down on the ground, wrapping her tail gently and carefully around her white paws. Angelic began to lick the fur on her back, smoothing it back to where it stuck to her flesh. The she-cat looked around the clearing with her head held high as if everyone was staring at her.

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by tawny~

@Duskflight
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The daughter of the false king was out and about, as she usually always was. It was hard for her mother to keep up with her at times, and that was how it usually always was. She was a lot like her father in a sense, but in another sense, she was a lot more different than the false king. She was usually was always outside of the nursery, going her merry way around the camp. It was her usual schedule, besides spending time with her mother, and perhaps playing with her siblings, though she really didn't care as much for them really. She did love them, but... she preferred to play or talk with other kit's, or trainee's. Whatever, didn't matter really all that much. And to Iesha, it really wouldn't matter. Really didn't matter at all that much. Iesha pranced away from entrance of the nursery, struggling to run, being only two moons sucked. You were growing, and while your growing, you have to get used to it, and then you grow a little more, and have to get used to it all over again. Irritating, right? Ugh. She gave a snort to herself, today was a boring day. Maybe, she could go bother someone. Her ear's twitched as she searched around, and the boredom was clear on her muzzle.

Then, she noticed Icarius. Huh. Her half-brother. Interesting. Iesha tilted her head, before walking over to him, a smile on her face. "Hi!" Iesha approached him from the side, looking at him through a tilt of her head, tail lashing. "What are you doing?" The black and white she cat questioned, a innocent grin on her face. So innocent indeed. It sounded like he was listing, something. Iesha didn't know what it was, maybe it was herbs? She honestly didn't care all that much about what he was doing. As long as she wasn't bored out of her mind. Conversation would be fine for her. They were related, I guess.

{Agh, so sorry about how long this took! ;0;}

It was always a hard choice for Icarius, between wanting to become really good at what he was training to do, and wanting to always check in on his siblings. He felt he held responsibility over them, since he was the biggest of the litter. He felt that he was the one to keep them safe, and personally he felt that there was no cat better suited than the job than him. He was big, he was scary and he thought he had the brains and strength to do it. Sure, Icarius was a pretty clumsy kit, but he had great courage and confidence, there was nothing that this kit was afraid of doing or saying and it didn't matter who he was talking to either. If some cat was threatening him or his siblings, there would be a reckoning. He liked to imagine that lightning would form in the sky and the wind would start blowing, making him look all cool as he brought down the fury of the dark forest upon his foe, and then his siblings would be all happy and safe and it would make him smile.
But lately it seems he's been focusing more on his studies of becoming a healer, so that he could help take care of his siblings even better, if they ever needed it. Besides, he could teach himself how to fight any time, healing was where it took skill and brains and he wanted to learn. He didn't care about how he would be treated, or what other cats would think, all he cared about was being able to take care of his siblings.

Blinking and lifting his head, the fluffy tom would turn his attention to the she-cat that greeted him, his brow arching for a moment as he sit up before he recognized her as his half-sister, purring out loudly. "Oh hey, Iesha!
I'm just trying to get my mind wrapped around a few things! You know, secret healer stuff!" He smiled a wide, toothy grin, the tip of his fluffy tail curling in the air.
"Aren't you a um.. A.."
Shoot I forgot...
"Training to be a fighter...?" While he wasn't sure, Icarius sure made it seem like he knew exactly what she was, even if he didn't. That's one thing that confidence and pride in himself allowed him to do.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Constellation

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Labrynn tucked her paws under her, keeping herself in a low hunting crouch. With her tail swishing behind her gently, the she cat's eyes never left the mouse that was in front of her. She gave a delicate lick to her jaws before taking a small bite out the critter. It was always nice to have manners. She didn't want toms looking at her as if she had been a savage just tearing out the meat of the dead animal. Labrynn liked to keep herself refined, something pretty to watch like a bird. Or, a scenery with a soft touch. A waterfall, decorated with flower beds--all sorts. That's how the she cat wanted to be like. For whoever pass, they would know she had manners.

Then again, this was the Syndicate. Most cats that lived here didn't know what manners were. Nor, did they care about you. It was every cat for themselves out here, that's what Labrynn had experienced before--and, how annoying it had been! A couple of the toms trailed her like honey. Being a lot younger and gullible, but the older ones? Ones that she preferred? They were courting some other she cat, raising a family, or too worried about their work. The thought was laughable! Here she was, a pretty, perhaps even beautiful feline that is giving you attention, and you're rejecting it? Ignoring it? If it was one thing that this she cat hated; it was being ignored. She kept her fur nicely groom, soft to perfection, and her scent was like no others. Something sweet like tree sapling. Labrynn felt that she wasn't getting her recognition, and it slightly made her fur bristle.

Looking up from her prey, the she cat spotted a familiar feline. One of the fighters as she was. Much larger than her, well muscled, and well, look at that--handsome. She was probably staring a little too long than she intended, but she saw that lopsided grin placed on his face. Intriguing it was. The she cat blinked her green eyes slowly. Was that directed at her? Before she could allow herself to be caught up, the she cat continued to take a few nibbles from her meal. Though her eyes had sought out the tom that she wanted to register his name. Yet, she got nothing.

"Should I approach him?" Her voice was quiet, intended to be a question she had to answer herself. Tilting her head slightly as she watched him eat for a few moments, she didn't know what she wanted to do. Perhaps he was like most of the other toms in the Syndicate-- closed to their work. Labrynn rolled her eyes at the thought, and she figured that nothing could go wrong if she tried. So, she finished her meal, and groomed herself more. As if she could be more cleaner than she already were. Then she got up, her silky soft fur hanging around her like a blanket. Her out-turned ears flicked for a second before she continued on. Maybe, it won't be so bad. It's fun playing around. Remember, this is all a game, Brynn.

Taking elegant steps with her tail swishing behind her slowly, she approached the side of the tom, too close for comfort as she allowed her tail to lightly brush along his side. A simple way she adores doing when meeting any potential flirt victim. "Hi there," Her voice was low, seductive-like. She had debated on what else to say, slight panic rising within her. I haven't seen you around before or My name is Labrynn, handsome. What's yours? Maybe those came on too strong. For Labrynn, flirting was a practice. It was not easily achieved, and sometimes hard to activate.

The she cat figured she didn't have much to lose anyway. What was the most he could do? Run her off? So, as she circled around her, admiring every part of his physical appearance, a pure erupted from her muzzle. "I couldn't help but notice that you were smiling at me." She slowly padded back in front of him, her green eyes dazzlingly. "Seen something you like?" She proceeded to lay down, crossing her paws in an elegant manner, as she continued to sway her tail behind her. Flirting was a dangerous game to be playing. It gave two emotions; happiness or anger. Never sadness, at least with this feline. Yet, she had hoped. For some odd reason, she knew that maybe--just maybe, this was going to be a good couple moons.

Horseradish eyed her curiously, watching to see if there was anything that set her apart from the rest if the Syndicate. He liked to see just who might be was worthy of his "love", and often, it was those who he could have good, string and beautiful kits with. He had to choose carefully, find someone with traits he liked and hope that they would have kits, and that those kits would turn out with the more desirable traits. He waited, then ducked his head and bit into the vole, eating it in rapid bites that weren't neat, but were clean and made little mess. It wasn't delicate, but it had an air of savagery to it that he liked to retain, as he didn't want to seem soft, and he did like it when others feared him.

There was something kittypet-ish about the molly, the way she ate, looked,
and how well groomed she was, but also something that spoke of the Syndicate, wild and fierce, and it was odd that such a cat would live in the Syndicate, although Horseradish guessed that it was probably something used to her own advantage. He shrugged slightly and gulped down the last bite of the vole, bones, fur and all, before licking his maw, which had a bit of blood on it from the vole, and it wouldn't have been a problem to him had the fur around his mouth not been white, but it was, and he didn't want to look like a complete mess. He watched her as he groomed his thick, mottled pelt, which was soft and silky, never puffed up and dirty, although the occasional blood staining his paws, but he always removed that before it got too bothersome. He needed ever bit of flexibility he could muster, and if his fur was stiff, it hampered his abilities.

He caught her staring at him, and gave a satisfied half smile that was hardly noticeable unless you were right up next to him. He tucked his paws under his chest and looked away, waiting for her eyes to leave him before looking back with interest flashing across his amber-green irises, studying her frame, but seeing nothing that looked like a soft kittypet, which lead him to the conclusion that she was definitely not a kittypet, and that got him absolutely nowhere, because a kittypet wouldn't survive a second in this place, let alone a couple seasons. That was just not possible, and Horseradish discarded the idea without a second thought.

He realized that a molly like her probably caught they eye of every tom that saw her, and for a moment, he wondered if perhaps she was already taken. There was a good chance of it, but if she was, maybe he just had to get the other tom out of the picture. Of course, only if there was another tom. If there wasn't, this could very well be Horseradish's lucky day, and he smiled softly, hopeful that it was and that he would have the luck of catching her eye, and judging by the way she'd been staring at him, he was fairly sure that that wouldn't be very hard. She'd caught his attention, and under normal circumstances, he would've fine up to her, but this time, since he already seemed to have her, he might as well test his idea and see if she would come to him.

He was rather pleased when the graceful looking fighter stood and started in his direction, although Horseradish his it quite well, not wanting her to know what his thoughts were. He took notice of the way she got a little too close, her tail brushing his side, but he didn't react to it, just wrapped his own busy tail against his side so that the tip touched his chest with long, straight furs that tickled his nose a bit, so Horseradish raised his head. If I sneeze now . . . . He thought, shaking his head slowly. “'Ay” Horseradish meowed, dipping his head in greeting, his accent showing through as he left out the "H" in "hey", as Horseradish had always had difficulty making that sound, and always forgot to add it to his words, though he didn't understand why.

He eyed her curiously as she circled him, rather enjoying the moment once he realized what she was doing, so he held still so she could see every marking splotched across his black, white and brown mottled pelt. The brown was less visible unless he was in sunlight, but it was still plainly there, and although it could easily be missed, if you looked close enough, it would become quite clear. “I made sure you saw.” Horseradish purred, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he spoke. “And maybe, I'm still deciding.” Horseradish replied, studying her up and down, the dipping his head in a half bow. “Have you seen anything that you like?” he purred, studying the sandy brown tabby's pelt, then her leafy eyes.