A Gathering of Wanderers {Open}

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Sweet Blasphemy I know there's something more inside     The sun was setting. Not much, though. The big ball of light was just beyond its zenith, really. but somehow it bothered her. The sun was setting and she had nowhere safe to be. She didn't have a Clan to run to or a sibling to snuggle up with... The thought sent a pang of loneliness into the heart of the she-cat. She was usually fine by herself. Why this all of a sudden? She was afraid of others....     The little silver tabby was- once again- in a place she realised she probably should not be. Last time it had been on the territory of one of the Clans. And while there were no scent-markings here, she could tell that countless cats had been there. but there were none there now and she sensed there hadn't been more than a few in at least a little while.     Her pale blue eyes wandered around. There was a little pond. As a kit, she would have liked to sit on the edge of it and peer in, watching her mum's reflection. but now the water made her wary. She took a few quick steps away.     Coward, one of the voices hissed.     "You...You kn-know why I'm afraid," she muttered under her breath. Even when alone, she was afraid of the clumsiness of her voice caused by the snaggle-tooth. The other voices that had been murmuring at the back of her mind ceased. Yes. The reason she was afraid was also the reason they had come to exist.     She sat down, curled her tail around her paws, and took a deep breath. The silence was a rare gift.

Forged by LUCI OF ADOXOGRAPHY

[ℓυиαя]

With a lethal grace to her prowl, a white muscular she-cat stalked to the waters edge, dipping her head to lap up the cool water and closing those eerie eyes. She was not easy to miss, her stark white pelt standing out against the surrounding foliage. That didn't bother her. If anyone messed with Arrow, they would realize what a mistake that had been. This was her favourite time of night if she had to pick, the sun starting to set, the darkness staking a claim. For many, she knew it was a sight that the day was over and that the dangerous hours were beginning. For her, she relished that knowledge.

She was the danger and they had all better look out.

Her dark mind was not portrayed on the outside however, her face and body seemingly calm and relaxed - at peace with the world. If only they knew.

As the cold water rushed over her tongue, Arrows eyes blinked open and scanned the bank on the other side, her body stock still, her movements precise. As she did so, she was greeted with a faint scent, that of another loner not far from where Arrow crouched. Snarling silently, the white feline ignored the she cats presence, preferring not to socialize with petty individuals. She had better things to do.

[Nepeta]

Entity wasn't the type of cat you'd exactly be friends with. She's more like that someone who flirts with you all the time, but you are too scared to get close to. Mainly because of the fear of her intentions.

The she-cat wasn't exactly... bad... Okay, well, maybe. but she certainly charmed others easily. Like a piper. You did have to watch out for her. Well, the ones smart enough to know.

She didn't care what age or gender you were, she was going to charm you. She had to, to feel... complete with herself. Her goal was to charm every cat in the forest. And she was going to do just that.

She pranced{Yes, pranced. What an image.} into the clearing, stopping in her tracks as she saw two she-cats. One was tense, the other... scared? Ugh. These guys are no fun. She thought. If she was to charm one, she'd go for the tense one, but she wasn't in the mood for tense. She lapped the water up, eying the two cats curiously. When she finished, after licking her own muzzle, she asked a question. "StarClan, what happened between you two? It's so tense in here it's choking me."



She still had wounds from the fight with Goldenstar. One large slash on her stomach, a few scratches her and there, and a large gash on her cheek. She didn't care. To her, they were trophies. Sachiko loved her new scars.

but, as fate would have it, they would soon be looking for her... Or avoiding her. And she had to be ready. She wouldn't leave; she was not a coward. but she would get in a better shape to fight. She hissed as she saw three other cats at the pond. It immediately gave away her presence. She muttered to herself something about mousebrains, going to the edge of the pond, completely ignoring everyone.