My h{o}me is here. [[Guards, True Warriors, you get the idea c:]]

[Napolyan ( finals - inactive )]

Skyshadow raced past the trees, wading through moss and leaping over boulders. The BloodClan terrain was so different compared to her previous clans, it, well, the land seemed dark and mysterious, almost like the Dark Forest that the she-cat believed in. Just like Skyshadow. She felt like the territory was her long lost home the way it fell in place where her paws laid and how soft the ground was under her pads. A cat could definitely get used to that. Once the light grey she-cat joined this was where she would be, where she would train her apprentices, and possibly meet her beloved clan member.

 

[Pinetail]

"Hey!" Growled a voice not too far away from where the she-cat stood. Red tabby fur shown though the bushes as the tom made his way out. Flashingorange eye lke a wild fire glared towards he she-cat as the true warrior tom padded closer. "What are youdoing on Bloodclan's land flea bag." Crossroads spat

[[switched accounts]]

A rabbit hung out of the jaws of the black shadow that walking slowly towards where Skyshadow and Crossroads where. The black savannah dropped her prize over by a tree. Heartwolf walked over to where she saw the trespasser."What the hell do you think your doing!" she hissed to Skyshadow.

{ Pinetail does Crossroads have a mate? }

[Napolyan ( finals - inactive )]

The thought of being killed popped up in her mind, yes, yes it did. Any wrong word, starting a fight, wouldn definately lead for her to become squashed like a bug and never even get the chance to prove herself to their leader. Gulping, Skyshadow stepped closer towards the BloodClanners and raised her hackles a tad.

"I've come to ask if I may join. I have come from clans that have tried to reach bigger numbers, but no more will I fight for them. I want to be more in control, kill even." Glancing at Crossroad and Heartwolf's glares the grey tabby quickly added, "But if it's a fight you want then I do not hesitate. Although I wish not to battle but to see your leader, eh, what's their name?"

[Scarface ~]

"Well, I'm awake now. What the f*ck is going on?"
The irritated deep growl of Scarface sounded, the well-respected True Warrior of BloodClan. The massive Maine Coon had been peacefully resting just outside of the camp, when the sounds of growling and unsheathed claws upon dirt aroused him from his slumber. His long dark grey pelt was neatly groomed, sleek from a recent wash, making him appear "put together" and "professional".

Yet, the severed half of his face was a bit of an eye opener, the long scars stretched across long healed, but still a flamed red. A gouge mark laid where his other canary eye should have been, making him blind on that side. His expression on that side was a permanent mixture of a snarl and grimace, leaving one to wonder what event occurred in which to leave the tom looking in such a condition.

But, the other side was completely untouched, revealing a young, handsome face, a flawless design. His one-eyed gaze burned with such intensity, it left one in awe momentarily, wondering who the tom behind such a vicious exterior could be. If a cat were to see only this side of him, they might feel more warmth instead of cold within themselves.

But hey, this was just a price of living in BloodClan, a truly dangerous place. Scarface earned his position and title by doing things no soft clan cat would do. By killing those who stood in his way, and making sure his message was clear to those who came in contact with him. Cruel? Maybe. But to Scarface, it was just a way of life.

"Who is this?" he inquired, tilting his head, his gaze flitting over the tresspasser's form carefully, assessing her strengths and weaknesses based on first impressions. Though she may prove to be different than outward appearances may go, Scarface got a few ideas running through his mind, his yellowed iris narrowing into a slit.

[Napolyan ( finals - inactive )]

The words he spoke made no difference, they seemed to be evaporated into the air compared to the scars that ran down the tom's side face. It was as if the devil and angel on the shoulders, except on his face. The devil seemed to represent the scarred side and the angel his normal side. Shivering, Skyshadow started to wonder if joining BloodClan included scars of such. It would be a honor, showing loyal scars. Who cares if we get one that changes our whole appearance, Sky? The grey tabby thought to herself.

Remembering the question Scarface had asked she replied quickly, "My name is Skyshadow." A sudden breeze had whisked past her short fur, making the she-cat's fur tingle. When Skyshadow had recited her name it came out as a squeal of laughter. With embarrassment the small cat slunk deeper into the bush behind her, wincing as small thorns dig into her pelt yet didn't break delicate skin.

[Scarface ~]

Scarface raised an eyebrow in question as she giggle-splurted out her name, and took an embarassed step backwards. This left the tom to wonder one thing: did I seriously leave my good nap... for this? Well, it appeared so, and there was nothing the Maine Coon could do to save it now. It would be best to make light of the situation, and start playing up his actions, even though his hideous exterior made it difficult.

"Hmmm. Skyshadow, eh?" he crooned gently, his one-eyed gaze flitting over the she-cats form again. "So, what Clan did you come from? Assuming from your warrior name, I would develop the sense that you came from one. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong..." Scarface said in his deep throaty purr, a smirk flitting over his gruesome features. He took a step forwards, meeting her gaze evenly, and awaited for her response.

[Napolyan ( finals - inactive )]

The grey she-cat narrowed her pine green eyes at the tom, not knowing what to do. Usually her past would remain mysterious and a secret hanging over the cats who asked of it. Skyshadow was the type that wouldn't speak much or ask questions but she would seek the answers out of her skillful stealth and hiding. In the previous clans of hers, she would watch the clanmates from the shadows. If any cat acted strange Skyshadow couldn't help but dig up some answers, threaten them even of she really wanted to know what was going on.

You see, Skyshadow isn't the type that will happily share her history for no reason. Yet this situation made her think, Who really gives a crap about my past? It's not like they can hold it against me...

"I was born into RainClan but they did not accept my liking for killing for cats trespassing so I ran away and came across LunarClan. I thought they could be rebuilt into a more powerful clan of they accepted anti-clan ways. But of course they were too stupid to realize the power they were offered. So I ran off in search of BloodClan which my friend told me would fit my personality."

[[switched accounts]]

Seeing Scarface didn't make Heartwolf a bit scares. The savannah towered over the Maine Coon easly for her breed was known for their incredible size. The savannah didn't even laugh when the trespasser mentioned her name. Who was she to judge her name wasn't that scary either. No you hear of wolfheart but never the name backwards.

The savannah has seen this Scarface around before but they never met face to face. In her defense the cat didn't look that scary and dangerous at all. The black savannah actual a rare type for her breed walked over closer to Skyshadow. "So I see your not from them Pro-clan brats," she hissed. Irritation of the proclans made Heartwolf sick. She hated most cats but the top of list is a pro clanner.

The black savannah sat down and put her tail and wrapped around her massive paws. "So what do you think your suit enough for Bloodclan?" Heartwolf asked with a bitter tone.

[Scarface ~]

Scarface glanced over as Heartwolf spoke, his one-eyed gaze turning to one of curiosity. The Maine Coon was not at all intimidated by her size, accepting the fact that she was larger than he. The tom didn't rely on brute strength to get his way, but it was helpful that he had some bulk.

"Heartwolf, she just stated her attributes." he sighed irritibly, a smirk crawling upon his gruesome expression. He wasn't a sympathetic creature, and didn't care if he offended the savannah, noting that she tended to "throw her weight around", so to speak. Scarface hated she-cats that were like that; flaunting their good looks and slender frames to get the attention of any tom that happened to pass by.

If he hadn't met Nightfeather, Scarface might never have found a truly decent female creature in existance. But, he was happily mated, and she was expecting kits. Not everything was so bad within BloodClan. It was actually a rather exciting Clan if you knew where to look.

"So, you enjoy killing. Well, we in BloodClan are known for that aspect of our lives, for sure. But, we don't go killing on a simple whim, despite common belief." he explained, his tail giving a lash. "But, Solarstar might want to know of your presence..." he added curiously, eyeing her once again. The female was obviously strong and fit, and would make an able warrior if given the chance to prove herself. If Scarface's hunch was correct, she could easily fit into the ranks of the regular warriors, and maybe even that of the True Warriors. But that would take a longer period of time to achieve such success.

"Well, what do you say, Skyshadow? Meet Solarstar?" he inquired, tilting his head to the side. The sooner they could wrap this whole thing up, the faster he could get back to his nap.

[Napolyan ( finals - inactive )]

The she-cat nodded rapidly at the chance to see Solarstar whom would make the final word of her future. Everything she had been looking forward to during the journey was all summing down tp this final moment. So it was just natural for Skyshadow to pause to think of what the heck she would say to BloodClan's leader. "I would appreciate seeing Solarstar." The grey tabby mewed as she focused her motionless eyes on the cats around her.

[Scarface ~]

Scarface looked at the eager she-cat, and let a smirk crawl across his expression. "Okie-dokie then..." he said, turning, and motioning for Skyshadow to follow with his tail. Hopefully Solarstar would let this one stay...


OOC:
Low muse. My bad. :/
Here is the thread in the leader's den:

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=559137.new#new

[Pinetail]

OOC// Sorry I got busy in things. I guess this thread is done

IC//
TWB