Loners' Trade RP

[albinisticshadow]

(administration is overrated, doctah.)

"I-" Flintspire began before the words even registered. "Wait, your- family?" he paused with a blink, slightly taken aback by the idea that any cat involved with The Dome could be so normal as to have... a family. For a moment he teetered on the edge of just running away, of putting this whole episode behind him, but curiousity stayed his paws. He would learn something yet! Noting a slight wince in the features of this strange new cat, he had to think a moment to realize why. Oh, she thought he smelled bad? He was embarassed for a moment but quickly recovered. For the first time he actually bothered to take a deep breath of this other cat's scent- and he broke out in a sort of giggle. "Why, you smell like burnt marshmallows!" He hadn't meant to blurt that out, indeed, it may have offended the strange cat, but somehow this fact was just too much for Flintspire to keep to himself. Then again, maybe this cat didn't even know what marshmallows were.

[albinisticshadow]

"Well hello there precious," Iris half-snarled, a strange sense of joy creeping into her voice at doing her job so well that she actually managed to find an intruder. Of course, this intruder seemed as though it had, more accurately, found them, but that was a technicality. Also, there was the fact that the two other male cats with her were more responsible for catching this intruder, but Iris praised her luck all the same.

[seren]

De ongelovige raised a brow at this peculiar creature. "Yes, a family, Deaf One. Does that surprise you?" she mumbled, ignoring the marshmallow comment. Her tone was patronizing, full of contempt and disdain. One of her family members was near; she scented the air. Iris...

"This is the last time, cat. Get out of here."

[Kala]

The white tom with almost seemingly colorless eyes looked towards Iris with his normal warmth. Dropping his head, the black male beside him came to a stop who quickly jerked the strange red eyed she-cat back before she ran into Iris. Mumbling under his breath, he spat on the ground trying to get rid of the taste of clan cat. “Iris,” purred the white tom slightly, ”Would you mind ushering this she-cat with Morion? I have a training session with a bunch of recruits.” Without bothering to get an answer, Nim padded off into a random set of bushes. The black tom, appearing to be known as Morion curled his upper lip with slight irritation from his partners actions. Once more he mumbled under his breath before looking towards Iris with narrowed eyes. The icy pools emotionless yet sharp as blades as the locked onto his fellow dome member. “Well? You going to stand there all day?” RubyFaith was shocked by this tom’s harsh tone. He fell perfectly into the tall, dark, and handsome category, though his temper was horrible. Making a small face, she took a few steps backwards only to be pushed to the ground with one solid push of a paw. It was clear these cats were strong, quite strong.

[dragon]

A low rank? Yup. It was possible. For a power-crazed she cat especially. Some high-ranking cat had put her in the low ranks just to make sure she would obey orders. It was a never ending pain for the pure white she-cat called Winter.

"Why did they do this to me?" Winter complained to herself. She often said this aloud, especially when other cats around. She didi this to make the other cats realize she would be better off in the higher ranks. Maybe even a teacher, or student. Anything!

sorry if she speach is surrounded by wierdo fonting! i tried to make it white. 'winter' you know?

[seren]

Oops. Forgot to mention earlier; we're not really using this thread for Loners' Trade rp anymore, despite the title. We're just responding to the actual plot thread. *points to my post over there*

[dragon]

um...okay....would you like me to make a thread of actual rp then?

[seren]

No. Like I said, we're just responding to the actual plot thread.