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Flamingsoul waited by the border to Primal Instinct, rain coming down in a gentle drizzle. The former Moonclan warrior had chosen to leave her clan and become part of the league. Although she could handle her own, she decided that she would rather not cross the border and get in a fight on her first day. She hoped a league cat would find her and take her to their 'camp'. She scanned the trees on the border, her ears perked for any sounds of movement. She hoped she would find Havoc but she supposed that any cat would do.
Morgana, shaman of the league, had left the island of their new home for a day trip. Heading back towards their old territory to check on things, but also to raid the old herb stores. She hasn't been able to bring them all along to their new home and felt it was a waste to leave the behind. She disliked having to make the trek though, would have rather sent someone to fetch them. But she trusted very few with such a task, to be smart enough to grab her what she wanted and not something else. It was ask she approached their old borders she noted the cat waiting by them, her head tilting in curiosity. "I hope you're not waiting for a league cat, or you're going to be waiting a long time." She purred with dark amusement as her small shape drew closer.
She didn't seem very threatening, not truthfully. Her small build and slim grace approached making her seem more decoration than useful. If one knew her status as shaman they might be even more swayed into thinking her a pacifist. They would be foolish to do so though. Morgana, queen of ravens, pagan witch that masqueraded as a patron saint. Still there were worse cats to run into within the league.
One such worse cat was perhaps Senescence. And indeed, she'd soon be the cause of much of Flamesoul's suffering, though for the moment she seemed calm enough, lazily dropping down from a tree and standing on the other side of the League border, her plush tail twitching ever so slightly. Unlike Morgana, she was quite clearly a dangerous feline, tall, with toned muscles and innumerable scars scoring over her ebony striped russet pelt. A bloodstained gray stone hung from a rusted chain and bumped lightly against the she-cat's white chest. "And yet, she's now found two right before her eyes." Senescence commented, her tone dull and bored.
Blinking in confusion, she looked at Morgana. What did this feline mean? Then she suddenly noticed how dull the scent marks were. It was as if they hadnt left a scent mark in moons. Where had she been? Not knowing the league had left. She felt highly embarrassed and she warmed under her pelt. Then the second cat jumped down to greet her though she didnt flinch. She eyed Scenesence with her turquoise eyes. "Indeed I have" she answered simply.
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POSTEDMar 20, 2019 0:49:48 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Senescence." Morgana greeted with a small tilt of her head as she considered the other for a brief moment. Pale blue eyes going back to the outsider moments later. "So you were looking for some of us league cats then? Odd." She purred a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I admit it's been awhile since interacted with a clan cat, but I swear you disliked the league. Something about us being heathens or nonsense along a similar vein."
She shook her head, "not me. Do you know Havoc? He is the one that was training me when I was an apprentice. We were meeting at the border and he was training me on battle moves." After she said that, she instantly regretted it. Would Havoc get in trouble for teaching an enemy their battle techniques? But then again, she wasn't much of an enemy considering that she wanted to join the league. She had heard the horror stories it took to become a league cat and in all honesty, she was prepared. She didn't mind pain, honestly. She enjoyed the adrenaline that pulsed through her body. The endorphins that triggered her brain. All of it made her feel alive. She flexed her claws, "I have what it takes to become a league cat."
"How do you know though?" Morgana questioned slowly, tilting her head as she considered the clan cat. The use of the word apprentice cluing her in to the she-cats origins. She didn't know of a Havoc, but that was unsurprising. League cats came and went, free spirits more often than not. The shaman barley tried to remember even half of them, often referring to by 'you' when she needed to address a cat she didn't know. "I can assume you're only going off rumors or what it takes to be a league cat? So how can you be so sure you have what it takes?"
She thought for a moment at the shaman's words. They could have been rumors, but what if they weren't? Either way, she didn't care. "Havoc told me what they could do to me..." she said with uncertainty.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 27, 2019 10:29:16 GMT -5
Senescence, up until this point, had been content to remain quiet, watching the wannabe League cat with a bored, unimpressed expression. "Well, he either did an incredibly terrible job in preparing your for this day, or you are laughably naive to be standing here boasting about your capabilities without even knowing what you're agreeing to." She answered, allowing her gaze to roam over the other she-cat. "Why is it you want to join the League, anyway? What draws you to the dregs of society, where nothing is sacred?"
That last bit, of course, was more of a dramatized addition to her commentary, and she offered a slight roll of her eyes even as she said it. "I'm certain it wasn't for our pretty faces or welcoming personalities."
Flamingsoul flattened her ears and narrowed her turquoise eyes. "What do I have to do to prove to you that I have what it takes?" She was itching to show them what she has. She was a muscular and lithe she-cat. She wanted to prove she had it in her to be one of them.
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Morgana gave a one shouldered shrug. "Don't ask me, I'm simply the shaman." She huffed a little laugh and turned glittered eyes towards Senescence "But Senescence here is one of our proxies, if you know what they are, so I'm sure she could think up a suitable test. One that could at-least let you prove yourself enough to get over this border. Might get us to bring you to our actual current territory." Stepping back she waved a tail for the other to take the metaphorical floor so to say. Settling back to enjoy the show.
