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Jetclaw "So there I was, tail swinging, slack jawed with the stupidest grin on my face and this chick is yapping about the proper way to exterminate hornets. So I say, "well how about you ask for some honey?" And this chick, this killing machine, quite honestly, looks me directly in the eyes and says, "you just gotta bee nice." Oh my gosh, that was the worst interaction of my life. Anyways you next, what's your worst interaction?"
Leucisticcrow, prince of DayClan, son of Glowstar was staring down at the poor cat that had fallen in a ditch that he seemed to be refusing to help by going into this long story about god knows what.
Mysteryleaf huffed. "You already know," She grumbled.
She was more frustrated at herself really, back home after being stuck with twolegs and she goes and misstepped winding up stuck in a ditch. With Leucisticcrow being the only one to show up.
"After all you're the one that jumped in when... it got violent." She grumbled averting her eyes ears drooping. She still felt a stab of guilt for how poorly she'd handled that.
Jetclaw "What are you talking about? You mean that whole thing that happened," He spun his paw around trying to catch his thoughts as he lied on his back, "Um, I don't know how many moons ago," He said placing a paw over his forehead as he tried to think, "But yeesh, still thinking about that, you must have one of those um... Sciences... Consciences! Yeah," He smiled to himself, "I think I have one, I think it's just quiet and I talk pretty loud. But yeah, what about that incident?"
Jetclaw "Oh, I thought you meant this one, that's nice that it was another one. Hey are you free later? I'm going to WinterClan, pretend I'm a ghost, freak some people out. I don't know, I think you can sell it. Are you in? Oh also, are you still into being violent? Because I was thinking of starting a fight club and I bet you could really train and bulk my guy up. If you're up for it I'll introduce her to you right now, you game?" Leucisticcrow asked, his head dangling from the ditch to look at her.
"Well you'd have to help me out first and foremost." Mysteryleaf noted. Was she still into being violent? She did have a lot of anger and frustration to work out, being kept with twolegs had sucked there'd been no way to fight back. Her mom was still AWOL. Which she was starting to depressingly get used to. "But if you're gathering cats for a fight club... I wouldn't say no." Mysteryleaf said. "And if we're spooking WinterClan, even better." "Though I'd really appreciate some help out from this... if you wouldn't mind." She said drily. "Hard to have a fight club if one of your members is y'know stuck in a hole and can't fight."
Slipping into one shadow and teleporting out of hers he moved in next to her before gingerly moving Mysteryleaf over his shoulder. He moved her up a few feet before letting her off to climb the rest once they had reached a patch in the ditch that was easier to grip onto.
"You can call me Luc by the way, for Lucistic, pronounced the same way, but I don't need a warrior name or anything," He explained with a cold breath of air flowing from his muzzle like smoke leaving a dragons jaws. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to Massacrestorm." With a gesture he began to move down a path that was headed towards two-leg place.
Mysteryleaf clambered the rest of the way up letting out a breath of relief giving herself a shake. "Massacrestorm huh?" She echoed considering the name. Certainly was the sort of name one might have as being part of a secret 'fight club' of sorts. "And alright I can call you Luc if that's what you prefer." She said with a shrug.
He was a stronger fighter, and though Mysteryleaf doubted there was much that could be done to fix her emotional state of mind of late, getting stronger was something she could always get behind.
Though it had been ages since she'd seen Elyon or mother, Mysteryleaf knew she'd plateaued, and she wanted to do better. Her sister had a body count and mother was a mighty warrior with a blessing of a former god of war. Mysteryleaf was just low on the totem pole thanks to losing her temper.
Tigerlily's mate had absolutely deserved it of course, but no one else realized that.
