they will not degrade us [c, orangesky]

[Silky]

[bg=203040][cs=7] [kit] Allure the happy [words] 346 [notes] Closed, for Orangesky only. When she speaks in italics she's speaking french. Allure was her name, and it was a fitting one. Everywhere she went, her form averted the gaze of many toms, even those with mates, loving, friendly mates, even those with kits, or who had been to the cutter. Allure had learned many words of the cats here now, but her lovely alluring French accent still lingered, and she often slipped back into using French. Allure was glad Crueleye was gone, and she'd managed to escape. Crueleye was always the one to dominate her, rape her. Thank God she'd never had kits. Lifting her head up high, and her long, flowing tail, the beautiful she-cat padded through the moors and to the half bridge. It looked broken and old, so she stepped lightly. The sun was coming down, and over the mountains she could see the moon rising, and the stars coming out. Allure looked up, blue eyes sparkling. She could sense someone else was with her; he had the same energy as Crueleye, but less pushy, more satisfied. Crueleye had never been satisifed. "I wonder who is there." The beautiful she-cat said to herself, her mother tongue coming into use. Turning around, she saw him. A large orange tabby. He looked much like Angie, the she-cat who had left nearly a year ago. "Ello?" She asked, French accent thick. She tilted her head gently, standing up. He had the same energy as Crueleye, but he was less pushy, much more a loving tom. He was mature, yes, probably not his first time either. It wasn't Allure's first time either; she'd had kits, and she wasn't cut by the cutters. "What is your name?" She asked gently, padding forward a little, stars shining off the water and into her sparkling sky blue eyes. She looked at this tom with a slight curiousity, more a lustful look. She hadn't taken on a tom she wanted to in a while. She missed Whisper mainly, but he remained loyal to Fireclan.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=BE7228] the count;; 645 the cat;; Orangesky the involved;; Allure the notes;; hello gorgeous. Orangesky had been hunting when he noticed a white she-cat, with long, well-groomed fur. The smell of the wilderness and FireClan was on her, and Orangesky knew that she was most likely a harem. She'd be used to mating, but it would be a risk getting near her, if she was afraid of toms. If so, I'll teach her we're nothing to really worry about us. It's voluntary most of the time. I mean, if your posture says you're asking for it, most of us will take you up on it. But, if you're going to be concieted, nobody but gentlemen and Orangesky will be interested in you, She was on the half bridge now, and Orangesky feared the worst: a possible mating opportunity could be spoiled by a patrol of cats. They'd notice she wasn't a member of WindClan, and promptly chase her from the territory. This could not happen. Slowly and steadily, Orangesky began his gentle walk on the wolf half-bridge. This was the less patrolled area, sure, but you never know when a RiverClan or WindClan patrol could drop by. The wood creaked as he walked to her, and approached her. She turned her head, and despite wanting to jump a little from her sudden speech, the one he had heard but not made sense of, he tried to remain cool. He relaxed a little, not to unnerve her. She had a strange non-Clan accent, not one the orange tom had ever heard before. Hello, she had said. Orangesky stayed quiet as she observed him. Her voice was much more smooth compared to what he could hear of his, and he was almost frightened to speak to the queen. She walked towards him in a beautiful walk. Or maybe it was a normal walk, and Orangesky was in a daze. Her fur was as white as snow, but there were a few things from the moor stuck inside of them, which Orangesky quickly noticed. Her eyes were beautifully blue, and Orangesky stared into them with his blue-gray eyes, a warm, loving gaze. She seemed to pick it up, which was good for Orangesky. He blinked, breaking the gaze. There was a moment of silence between the two, as Orangesky absorbed her beauty, and the beauty of the environment around them. The wind ruffled their fur, and Orangesky listened to her voice. What is your name. Is she not as fluent in what we speak? Or, maybe she just speaks a little more properly than the rest of the cats. FireClan has a huge harem of cats from all around.. whatever's out there, Orangesky thought, paused for one moment, collecting his thoughts, what he should say. He'd go for simple. "My name is Orangesky," he finally spoke, in a voice that he could be embarassed at. It wasn't a deep voice like most male cats had, but it was only slightly deeper than an apprentice's voice. "You're in WindClan territory," he meowed, walking to her. He brushed his fur up against her right side, and then added after a short pause, "Not that I mind," Orangesky purred, giving her a tiny nip to her tail, most likely painless, a flirt. When their eyes met, both of their gazes were kind of lustful. Which was good. "Anyways, some other cats on this territory might, so, what do you say, we go somewhere slightly more private? There's a barn that the cats don't check often. We could both talk and work stuff out there," Orangesky said, coming around from her back, and brushing her fur again. He was then face to face with her again. There was some moor debris on her pelt, and with one swift lick, he licked a piece of grass of.

[Silky]

[bg=203040][cs=7] [kit] Allure the happy [words] 224 [notes] Closed, for Orangesky only. When she speaks in italics she's speaking french. Well, one thing he did remind her of was her old mate. As he brushed his pelt up to hers, it sent shivers down her spine. "I apologize. I was trying to keep away from the Fire toms." Allure said gently. "My name is Allure. I come from a place so far I can hardly remember eet. Eet is called France." She said as Orangesky groomed her. Wow, she hadn't been groomed for quite a while. She missed her upwalkers. They were so kind, the food she ate was much better than any mouse that the Fire toms brought. At least one tom cared for her; Whisper. But then there was Bloody Heart. Bloody Heart had a love for Whisper. "Orangesky, I wish to leeve la fire.. The tom's abuse me and I have lost manee leetters. Crueleye has not returned. Was he murdered by your Night?" Allure asked. She didn't really know much about clan names, but had caught the name Night. Back home, she remembered that there were clans... But they were different. They were Sleet, Snow, Rain and Hail. Each were different, but when Allure had stumbled on their territory she had been visciously driven off. But Windclan sounded different. She hoped all the cats were as kind as Orangesky.

[Shadewing]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=BE7228] the count;; 246 the cat;; Orangesky the involved;; Allure the notes;; hello gorgeous. Orangesky purred, and then licked her dirty cheek, ignoring the terrible taste as best he could. Orangesky commented: "You taste like how FireClan is described," He licked her neck a couple of times, and then, noticing all of the loose hair he had been eating, went back to Allure. "Crueleye was killed by Nightstar, yeah, who was our leader. It's a long story but.. Nightstar was one of our old leader's litters, from a rape from Crueleye. Crueleye tried to rape her again, but she fought him. Unfortunately, Crueleye won that fight. Nightstar set off to get revenge while Crueleye was still on the territory. She killed him, and made sure there was no body left, just like what Twilightstar's fate had been," Orangesky sighed, and then looked at Allure. "There have been so many deaths lately.. Nightstar stopped trusting rogues and loners. I personally think that's a terrible idea, as WindClan needs as much new non-Crueleye blood in it as possible." Orangesky looked into Allure's blue eyes, and automatically remembered what he followed her for. He finished his work on her neck, and then began to clean her shoulders. "Dusk patrol may be out soon, and some warriors won't be happy with a loner on the territory. I'll show you the way to the barn, follow me." He began trotting off of the bridge, and then got on to the moor, waiting for her to follow him.