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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Buzzard watch the fight with mild to no intrest. He had long since eaten before anyone else had gotten up. His gray fur ruffled slightly at the mention of Clan-born cats. He himself was one but after see what he did that would be something he kept to himself. "That was a waste of time." He muttered as he watched the fight come to an end. His eyes flicked around at the others in this group but he didn't move from his spot.

[Fallentear ||]

The tortoiseshell she-cat hadn't even been listening to the other cat until her name was mentioned. But when she was adressed directly, her head whipped around as if challenged to battle. Sin's eyes flashed with something nefarious, but all the same she let out rough, terse laugh, "Ha. Me? Kittypet? Are you kidding?" The calico she-cat shook her head, a tiny smirk appearing on her maw as she realized that this cat truly didn't know. "Hell no. I was born a rogue."

Then the she cat spoke again. Sin was becoming slightly annoyed with this cat, and wondered why she'd even spoken to her. "Thank you," Came a low, icy growl, "for stating the obvious. I'll call you again if I need help deciding whether or not to gossip." She turned her back on the nuisance and focused back on Faerie again. Sin had had no intention of speaking Ashley's secrets to any others, and didn't like being advised on top of that; and did it look like she was the type of cat with plenty of friends to tell anyways?

Her eyes were now a smoldering, almost amber color. Optics now fixed on Faerie intently. She wondered if this cat would even reply to her, or acknowledge that she'd spoken. All the same, she awaited her words.

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[dove]

Faerie looked at the clanner with obvious contept. It was an enternity before she dare look at the other she-cat. "Thanks." She replied, glancing a wary look at Lucifer's daughter. In the setting light, her fur glowed slightly, and her eyes had a strange, magical look about it, even if her eyes and posture held nothing but a certain evil of it. She truly looked like a faeire, a sinful faerie who would rot in Hell's dome when she was done in life.
Faerie glanced at the blood-red sky, and then turned back to the she-cat (sorry, forgot her name). "Why is the world a vulnerable place? Where there will always be a death, a cruel, terrible death?" She asked, more to herself than to the she-cat.

[Fallentear ||]

Sin inclined her head to the side with curiosity as this cat spoke, almost as if in riddle. She sure knew how to ask questions about life's basis. But Sin had her own answers, "Because God is far too unorganized. He is so busy, that he can't keep track of everyone and so the world has spots prone to horrible downfalls." She thought a moment, the second question being easier to answer but yet just as deep of an insight into life. "Yes, there will always be deaths. Everyone has to die sometime, and if it's cruel and terrible than it's only their own fault for not being able to defend themselves." Sin's eyes were bright in the gloom, but were still no match for Faerie's. The wiry young female watched the ponderous stranger for a moment before adding, "I'm Sin. You are...?" Most cats would find it surprising how straight forward Sin was. She didn't seem to care what others thought about her.

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[Fallentear ||]

A lithe young cat stalked down Erebus Avenue. All was dim, and he could smell Death lingering in every nook and cranny. Rotten carcasses of creatures and mounds of filthy garbage lay strewn against the walls of every pitch black alleyway. Although this tom was nearly stark white, he was totally unseen as he seemingly drifted by. He looked like a ghost, his pale eyes glimmering in the gloom of the setting sun. He walked rigidly, his head unmoving, and only his eyes turning in their sockets so he could see where he was going. His paws rose and fell mechanically, and suddenly, they stopped. He stood still, nose twitching uncontrollably as a chill breeze tore at his fur.

He could sense, or rather smell, the scent of malice, death, and cruelty. The tom knew not whether it was to come, or already had, but he turned obligingly where it led him. His path went straight along Erebus avenue until it promptly stopped. For the first time since beginning his travels that day, his regally held head lowered and he snuffed carefully at the ground. Thus far, not one car had travelled along the street, and he knew that he was in the right place. Cats such as the ones he searched for would not pick a hideout on a busy street.

The stormdrain he searched for was found in a quick few moments. His eyes grew brighter, and all of a sudden, like a candle being lit in a dark study, he became visible to any who gazed upon him. It was amazing, like watching a cat come to life from what little light was around. His muscles bunched as he crouched and gazed curiously into the slit of an opening. From the eerily steaming vent, he heard the growling tones of many cats, and finally he decided it was safe and bounded down into the hole in the ground. Standing up straight again, it was hard to tell that he was actually rather frail and his eyes as gaunt and sunk in as they were looked oddly bright and lively. He looked around, wondering if he'd even been noticed.

But he was also looking around, to search for a certain someone. In particular, a certain sibling of his.

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[whitetiger]

Nesa caught sight of the tom as she came in."hey, I'm nesa, you are?"

Ashley and bash came in next with kristy and paula.

Kristy climbed down ashley and ran over to her sister, paula followed reluctenly.

Ashley and bash walked over to a area and laided down, tired and wanting to sleep.

[Fallentear ||]

ooc- sooo sorry for the late post. I posted a few days ago but my comp wasn't working so it didn't post it was really long 2, and now I have to rewrite it waaaa

ic- The tom blinked in surprise as he was approached by three young females, about his age by the looks of it. As if shrouded by some unseen cloud, his pelt grew dimmer in what little light there was, and he was almost invisible, like a ghost. He was crouching low to the ground and could barely be seen by the time the three had trotted up to him. When he realized their intentions were friendly, the veil lifted and he stood straight again, dull green eyes leaping back into life as if hell's fire itself had awakened in his gaze. "I am Death." This statement could have been taken two ways, and the shivering breeze that wound into the entrance and found his pelt made it even more frightening.

Following the five rogues came a calico female, paws light and eyes shifting around wearily as if preyed upon. Leaping unnoticed into the hideout, she instinctively followed the three young cats with her eyes, naturally wondering where they were hopping off to. She froze in her tracks as she heard the words of the tom. It wasn't hard for her to see him at all, although it was somewhat awkward. A strange feeling was settling in her stomach at present...

love?

relief?

no...guilt. An intense wave of guilt pressed against the strong female as she realized that her brother was still alive. She was shamefully aware of how she'd abandoned him those few moons ago, thinking he was as good as dead anyways. But she should have known he'd survive. After all, he was her sibling.

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[whitetiger]

Nesa smiled."Nice to meet you." She steped aside and started to walk away. Kristy just stood and stared at death, she finally spoke."You look like someone I saw once."

Paula looked at death and sin and then walked away to her parent after saying,"strange."

[Fallentear ||]

Death's eyebrows raised considerably, and his face showed the first sign of any emotion: curiosity. "Oh? And who might that be?" He said in his slow drawl to Kristy. Looking over, he spotted a calico female. She was looking at him mildly, her face holding guilt that was noticable all the way from where he was standing. She looked away as he squinted at her, trying to figure out why she looked familiar...wait...that was his sister! And now she was walking over towards him, her former calm regained...

Sin was two foxlengths away from Death when she realized how thin and ragged he was. His eyes were gaunt, sunken into his skull, and his ears were more tattered than her own. His fur was filthy and matted and many of his major bones could easily be picked out on his thin frame. When she finally reached him, she couldn't think of what to say right away. Finally, she settled for, "Hey. Sorry 'bout...you know...leaving." For once, she was entirely sincere.

[whitetiger]

Kristy grinned."I didn't know his name, I just saw him in the forest once. When me and my sisters were traveling. " She looked at sin and then death."I should leave you two alone, I wouldn't want to get in the way."

Nesa and paula laided down next to their mother.

[dove]

Faerie stared at Sin with her luminous eyes. "Faerie." She muttered, neither proud nor resentful. But her expression darkened as Sin had told her the answers she already knew, but wish it weren't true...well, sometimes. "Do you expect to die a slow, terrible, painful death?" She asked, knowing a bit more as her eyes glinted coldly as she turned her head around to face Death. He carries the name Death but does he truly know of death? Does he know of the consequences of what can happen, and that only a master of death can avoid them? She thought angrily.

[whitetiger]

Kristy looked at the she-cat."Please don't act like a old storyteller that knows everything about everyone. It's just plain rude." Kristy rolled her eyes as her mother glared at her.

Ashley laided her head back down and watched kristy, death, and sin.

Bash was silent as usual, he didn't want to interupt anyone moment of any kind.

[dove]

OOC: Who Faerie??? lol

BIC: Faerie turned on Kristy and hissed faintly. "You have no authority over me. And you don't know anything of me. Of the things I have seen." Faerie turned and stalked away, tail twitching to show her irritation.
In th background, in the night's shadows, a ghostly figure watched the beautiful, but deadly creature. "A true faerie." He whispered, entranced, eyes glowing darkly.

[Fallentear ||]

Death nodded to Kristy. "Well, it might have been me. I've had to be nomadic to survive for the last few moons. I don't have much experience at surviving in the wild, so it's been tough for me." When one looked closely at his frame, it could be seen that he was thinner than a body that had been picked clean by buzzards. It was close to impossible that he was even able to stand on his bony limbs, but he seemed comfortable enough. He'd seen far more than any cat his age should see in their lifetime, but his experience alone had made him strong. His keen green eyes now turned on Sin. "Well you left me to die, and I've lived. Next time why don't you show a little faith?" He glared at his elder sister.

Sin turned away from Death, having given her apology. He didn't need to accept it for her to feel better. She'd done her part. Faerie seemed to be staring angrily at Death for some reason, and she wondered why. Her eyes narrowed as Kristy seemed to notice it also. "Nor do you know the things that my brother, or I, or any cat here has seen. So let us not pass judgement on each other just yet." Her whole form was as tense as a spring, but she gave herself a good shake and was suddenly entirely calm again. "So tell me Death, why have you come here after me? Do you wish to find a home here as well?"

[whitetiger]

Ashley spoke finally."Or for the same reason you came here sin."


Kristy looked at her mother and then back to death." Then we have something in common, My sisters and I have learned how to live with anyone to help. Only each other. We have lived without a mother or a father, we didnt know how to hunt or fight. We were alone for almost all our lives, but now we hae found our mother, just as sin found her father."

Ashley gave a small whine in dispair. She remembered that awful day when her kits were born, and the day she went to search for their father.