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[siren]

The slender female bengal sat on the cement stoop of the white and blue decorated house she formerly would call home. The house would probably be classified as a "middle class" house. It was nice, the windows were spotless and catered by blue shutters. Beneath the windows were newly added flower boxes. One could tell they were recently added because the flowers hadn't even fully grown yet. Just a few inch tall green stubs scattered in the soiled boxes. It was a hot summer day like usual, and the sun seemed like a magnet to her pelt. Her fur was hot to the touch, and her pupils were thin black diamond shapes. The door of the house opened and the brass knocker banged against it naturally. The oldest daughter, who was about 13, and her father stepped out with Siren's carrier. Normally they appeared to be happy people, but not today. There was no expression on either faces. Just blank. Though they seemed to be filled with guilt and shame. The girl made a kissing sound to call her cat, and Siren opened her tiny mouth, and a subtle quiet meow escaped her. She stood up and rubbed against first the father then the girl. She looked up at them with wanting eyes and he picked her up. He stroked her head a few times, which was Siren's sweet spot. But this time she did not purr. Siren wasn't ignorant, she knew damn well what this was. A Goodbye. The man set her down and opened the latch of the carrier, without a fuss Siren stepped in. She nestled down right away, and lay her head over her paws. They cooed to her saying 'good girl' and 'we love you' but it wasn't good enough. Siren made no effort to respond, she couldn't even look at them. How could they betray her in such a way? The doors of the car opened and her now former owner started the engine of the small silver toyota vehicle. The girl did not sit in the front passenger seat, she stayed by the cat in the back. Siren's crate was facing the window, and she was able to see the outside world. They weren't on a paved road, it was probably dirt considering the car struggled to keep a good balance with all the pebbles hitting the exhaust pipes. Siren still hadn't lifted her head since she first entered the enclosed plastic carrier. The suspense was killing her of where they would take her.

The father of the house she had lived in stopped the car and turned the key, shutting the car off. He sat still for a moment, before turning around to the backseat and forcing his mouth to push up on one side. Siren believed it was expected for a family to get attached to a cat, but to leave them? How could they. She let out a familiar meow, and lifted her paw to the warm metal caged door. The girl rubbed her paw, and the humans exited the vehicle. She set down the carrier, and opened the crate. Siren walked out hesitantly. She was slow and turned around to her owners. She rubbed against their legs once again. Almost pleading to keep her. The man moved his leg away from Siren, shooing her before it was even more difficult. Siren scooted, more angry than sad she was now a stray. She began to run, and didn't look back. She slowed herself when she was in a shaded area, where she could no longer see the people who betrayed her. She walked back and forth, gathering her thoughts of what had just happened. Me, a stray? They are idiots. Leaving me on a dirt road so easily? It's not that hard to give me a home. Shows how much they really care. I don't need anybody who doesn't need me. She raised her head up to the heavens, and to the side. Nose up. As if showing she was better than they had just treated her. A classical snobby gesture. She scanned around the area with her glassy bright green visionaries. A rock caught her eye almost instantly and she padded her little body over to it. It was pretty big, and looked like a perfect indentation for a cat's body like herself on top. She wiggled her rump and lowered the front half of her body before leaping onto the boulder that was towering her own height. She lifted her soft nose to the air, inhaling all the aromas of the atmosphere. She could smell various cats, but did not see any. She circled once and sat down with perfect posture. She almost looked like a statue the was she was sitting. She was waiting. But normally when one waits, they're waiting for something. She hadn't a clue what she was waiting and anticipating for.

[osprey]

A breeze blew irratatingly down the long, stretching path. A black figure padded along, face down, oblivious to the weather. His paw shot out and flicked a stone across the ground, his eyes were scowling. Osprey Coldenwing knew no solid reason for his downheartedness, he just didn't feel good today. He was full, and he had only just had a nap. Nothing physical. His mood had just dropped recently. He fought hopeful thoughts from poisoning his mind. He had decided. For today, at least, he stood alone. Independant. The black cat's paw moved rythematically, his eyes fixed to the floor ahead. He wasn't in the mood for hunting. He wasn't in the mood for sleeping. He didn't really want to do anything. So he ended up back where he began, trekking down this ancient path.

For some obscure reason, the side of the path seemed to rise, then dip in a series of small rocks. He twisted his head upwards, and picked out a spotted cat beside the path, perched on a large rock. Osprey hesitated, with one ebony paw elevated, before padding forwards ever-so-slightly. One paw at a time, he made his was up to the she-cat. His instincts were against this all the way, he really didn't have any reason to approach her. He would be better off attempting to scavenge some food, it would probably have a more positive result. He forced his paws forwards, until he was sitting before the rock she was perched on. "Urrmm, Hi," he murmured quietly, with an uncertain smile on his face. "I'm Osprey, umm, Coldenwing. Osprey Coldenwing." His confidence grew slightly as he intoduced himself, although he cursed his jaw for letting those words escape so slowly. He must seem such a social cat already. A great first impression. Yeah. Sure.

Absolutely Brilliant.

[Raven Soulreaver]

Almost lifelessly a solid black figure lied on the old road. Black fur was dirtied by the powdered sand beneath her frame. As the female slowly came around a low groan escaped her short muzzle. Pain was her first awakening greeting. 'What happened?' She questioned slowly picking herself up. Her body trembled feeling very fraile under her weak legs. Emiting a soft whine as pain shot from her back end throughout her whole body she gave out a weary cry. 'Frost...' She murmured in her head her silver eyes misted over as the truth became known. Her face grew hot as she could feel steamy tears flooding her silver optics. How could he? She trusted him, she trusted him with her life. And what does he do? 'He abandoned me... just like momma and poppa... Bastard.' Hurt silver orbs looked up and took in the sight of the old road. So this is what it came down to, her all alone again.

Gingerly, Raven slowly started to walk. Her soft brown pads hit the surface of the old road hard. It felt like she was walking on glass shards. Her whole body felt over sensative, she could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Other sounds outside of her heart beat where muffled by the rythmic drumming. Her silver optics spotted two other cats not to far away. Curiously the solid black figure patted a little closer. Stopping at a far enough distants away from them. She watched their actions, trying to determine what kind of cats they where. For Raven determining someone by observing was fairly easy. 'He looks a lot like sprite.' She thought with a flick of her tail, curling it around her paws as she gingerly sat on the ground, mentally regretting it. Her rump hurt so badly. 'I wonder if I bled.' She was too afraid to look or even know for that matter. She didn't smell it so her best guess was she wasn't. Not anymore at lest.

[siren]

Siren sat like she had a purpose, but would look odd considering she didn't know anybody in the area. What purpose could she possibly have? Still, she sat tall, chest out, looking at all that rustled from the wind around her. Her auditories pricked a bit, a soft padding sound nearing towards her. She wasn't frightened, she didn't jump up, or meow, just sat. She'd wait tuntil whatever it was, came into view. Her little lungs filled up quickly and frequent, trying to put her paw on what scent was running up her nostrils. Male. She sneered a bit, finally something to entertain her. For a cat that was just dumped to be on her own, she didn't have the least bit of an urge to weep, or feel guilt as if she had done wrong. Nope, nothing. She was cold, and immune to the pain many others had probably experienced from being abandoned. Sure she felt betrayed, but that was a usual feeling. In her life she had come across many people, and felines, that betrayed her. Nothing new, just another thing to turn her back on. Sounds easy enough. She spotted a black, short-haired male. He obviously wasn't intimidating seeing as he was coming to be of her close presence. A good sign, she liked when males greeted her, it was almost exciting. She grinned a bit as he was in perfect view, now making himself in sitting position before her. It didn't take long to have her orbs scan over one's body and make a mental judgment of them. The judgment would just go a few steps further once words were shared. Attractive, no denying that, She thought as her green optics dropped from his onyx velvet paws to the tips of his ears. Her own eyes met with his. They were a piercing amber shade, and made her want to study them further, just when his tiny maw departed, and words escaped. Siren was an excellent listener, so she immediately picked up his hesitance before, and between his words. She grinned a little, trying to hold back. But failed, and a small series of playful giggles escaped her. Giggles? Yup, she did it. The flirt she is just couldn't help it. She'd argue if anybody tried to say that a giggle was the same as a laugh. Clearly to her they couldn't be any different. Osprey Coldwing.. She ran the name over in her head, processing it. A name had to sound cool, if not.. You just weren't. She already made up her mind about his name. It was cool.


She gave him a half smile, forcing herself to welcome him of his presence. Of course she wanted him to be there, it was just hard for her to show him such a thing. She wasn't exactly a cat where the niceness seemed to ooze out. But Siren wasn't like any other cat. She lifted her paw, but set it back down. She took a deep breath and sucked it up. She normally doesn't like to to get all in someone's personal space, but he didn't seem so threatening. Not that she trusted him being near her, but she dared to take the chance. She loved risks, whatever is was about them. She leaped down and landed next to the male she now knew as Osprey. She hit the ground on all fours, like every cat does. A soft thud sound played and tiny dirt clouds appeared, but soon dissolved from around her paws. The Bengal's kissers departed, and words were sent to Osprey. I'm Siren. Well, Siren Nightclaw. She said, realizing that a full name would be nice. She sat down, nestled her rump on the ground, and looked at the male. She always made eye contact, it was important to her. Either of her auds pricked, taking notice of another cat's presence. Her eyes beamed to the corners, seeing the long haired midnight cat. Once again, she sniffed a few times quietly and pretty sneaky like. She was sure it was a female, but didn't turn her head. The cat was probably observing and Siren didn't mind much. If the cat came closer, Siren would make up her mind of who she was. Right now, they were far, and Siren wouldn't be able to. She took in the familiar deep breath and swallowed her pride and turned her head. Siren needed a female alliance. She knew that. Her thoughts were rumbling but she nodded her head into the distance to the strange cat, as if allowing it to near if need be. She then focused once again on Osprey, giving him a playful smile. A soft purr pertruded from her to him, she wasn't good on resisting impulse.

[wolf]

His cracked and bleeding pads thumped in perfect rhythm as the full-grown tom made a pointless journey to nowhere in particular. He had no destination, no reason for going anywhere. To him, he might as well already be dead. Perhaps that was why the ghost of a cat was walking in the middle of the old road. ’It would be a rather poetic end,’ He thought dully, as he imagined a car speeding towards him. Frozen from fear, certain doom speeding towards him, in the last scenes of the movie of his life, he had a flashback. As if his life flashed before his eyes. Well, the only part of his life that mattered, anyway.

Before the car could hit him, before the flashback could commence any further, he forced himself to push pause on his movie. And it couldn’t have stopped on a worse place. Right there, frozen in his mind, was his Daisy. His Daisy… The words seemed distant. How could she still be his, how could she ever forgive him, after he failed miserably to save her from the human that took them away? He should’ve protected her… And now… He would never see her again. Ever. Again.

The sooner he accepted that, he thought, then he could move on. But he could never accept that. He was in love. He was so happy. She was so happy. And then, in the span of about three minutes, that all came crashing down around him like glass, cutting him and making him bleed. The glass on the floor seemed to mock him as he stared at his cracked, broken, bleeding self. In truth, that’s exactly how he felt. Broken. Like a half of him died. How could he ever, ever continue?

Wolf had escaped from the human house he had recently been transferred to from the pet store. The last place he had seen Daisy before she, too, got transferred to some unknown location. And now, headed to nowhere, he found that his paws had led him to this stupid old road. The dull landscape just let his thoughts haunt him more. He thought about turning around many times already, but he didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to go back to the place with all the memories. It was too hard. He needed to escape. Oh, he wished that damn car would hit him already.

Then, when his mind reminded him to check for any signs of civilization, he was surprised when he saw two cats chatting. His ears went back. How could he be so careless as to not even pick up their scents? Was he that far gone that he forgot how to be a cat? He really was pathetic. Lower than dirt. He didn’t want to talk to any cats. He didn’t want to see another one of his species ever again. And yet… Yet, he yearned to socialize. He wanted to talk to these cats. Was he insane? Was he bipolar? He decided he would give it to fate. He sat down in the middle of the road and watched the two cats. Three minutes. If a car came and hit him, then that was decided. If it didn’t, then he would try to have a conversation with these two.

Three minutes.

I’ll be fine, I swear
I’m just gone beyond repair.

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Ooc:
Well this thread is a bit crowded however I promised Siren that I would post here, so… Yeah. XD

Lyrics: Jersey by Mayday Parade


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[osprey]

A cloud had drifted over the sky as the black feline had made his way over to the bengal. The overcast weather suited Osprey's mood perfectly. There was even a glimpse of sunlight, which had seemed to escape the cloud's cruel grasp. He had caught her gaze and looked into her eyes for just a second beforehand, and this had affected him somehow. It was unusual of him to make eye contact, but he swiftly blinked and looked away, he didn't want to make the impression that he wished to challenge her. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tabby cat nearby. His subtle glance told him instantly it was a tom, and he looked away with mild interest. He had no reason to examine him further, this cat was none of his business whatsoever. Before very long, he realized there was another feline nearby aswell. A black female. This place was obviously not short on inhabitants. He directed his attention to the female again, and couldn't help marvelling at her coat, a marvellous blend of gold and brown, in the classic rosetted bengal spots. He obviously couldn't deny that she wasn't a bad looking cat. His ebony ears twisted towards her as she giggled playfully. A small half smile escaped onto his face, he was amused slightly at this. He hadn't met anyone who had done that to do. He responded with a quiet and nervous giggle, happy that this cat wasn't too serious.

A pair of virtually identical amber eyes flicked ever so slightly downwards, and Osprey realized suddenly that she was half-smiling too. He waited impatiently for her to reply, he was still nervous and almost worried about this, and he wanted it to be over quickly. If anything was going to go wrong, it might aswell speed up so he would struggle less. But, his ears listened intently, ready for when she spoke. I'm Siren. Well, Siren Nightclaw. The words rang in his mind, and without much thought of why, he rapidly evaluated it. "Nice," he purred subtly. "Has a nice ring to it," Osprey's voice was on the border between humorous and serious, he hadn't quite decided how he would go about progressing in this conversation. Hopefully, he thought, alomst absent-mindedly, This chat will develop. I could enjoy it! But I'm too serious! He began to critisize himself, the charcoal shadow of a cat didn't think much of himself.

Most of the time.

[Raven Soulreaver]

It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry.

Jet black ears flicked forward then back again. Her silver optics never left the two cats who seemed to be enjoying a nice conversation. She could not hear them but the smiles on their maws told her they where enjoying each other's company. She wished she could hear them. Maybe if she got a little closer. Yes, then, then she could hear them. Standing up slowly, the she-cat winced as pain shot through her body again. Her orbs watered, the pain wouldn't cease. 'I hope it stops soon.' She though mentally, flicking one ear back slightly. Looking up the she-cat started to pat toward the two until the bangel female turned her head and looked at her. Stopping, the midnight hued female watched her for a moment. A nod from the other female gave Raven the ease and courage to actually walk up to them.

Swallowing a hard lump in her throat, Raven slowly started to move again. Before the sound of another figure moving caught the attention of her ears. Flicking her cut ear, she turned her head to see who it was. Another tom, tabby. Brown, white and black mix. She watched him for a moment, wondering what he would do next. He seemed a lot like her, very lost and oblivious to the things around her. However, she wasn't as oblivious as he seemed. She might be lost and in pain but she was highly observant to the things around her. Watching him sit down in the middle of the road, her eyes followed his to where he was looking. He was doing as she was, watching the bangel famale and the onyx tom from afar. Licking her lips, the female let out a sharp sigh. She was still unsure about socializing. It was just so nervracking.

Winkling her nose, the female took the leap of fate and continued her walk over to the two felines. Sitting herself down with a painful wince, she gave a forced half-smile to them, nodding her head shortly. "Uhh..." She parted her lips for the noise to come out, unsure of what to say. 'Hi. I'm Raven Soulreaver.' She thought mentally but the words didn't seem to roll off her tongue so well as it did in her head. Closing her maw once again she defeatedly looked down at her paws. She couldn't talk to them while looking at them, it was just to nervracking. "I'm Raven." She forced herself to speak, speaking in a hushed tone. Her silver orbs never left the ground as she whispered her name. She nervously glanced up at them then back down at the ground. They probably though she was stupid. How troublesome...

Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

[siren]

Siren examined all that was coming quite quickly at her. This was infact a heavy populated area for strays, so it couldn't be unusual there were plenty forcing themselves to stay busy. Auditories were very alert, constantly shifting in directions to pick up every and any noise in the atmosphere. This included Osprey's words. The conversation was slow at first, but they were knew to each other, and had just taken a step from stranger to acquaintance. There's a million things they could mingle about. So far she was pleased with the tom's presence. Pleased he had, well, kinda joined in with her playful giggle, and pleased he had the courage to confront her all on his own. Has a nice ring to it. She took in what he had said, and pulled together a reply. She grinned a little, sure she could come on strong. But she wasn't too bad as of right now. She knew her limits. Uh, thank you. She was flattered entirely, he was nice to her. He tolerated her. She mostly hung around jerks, so this was good for her. His company. What brings you here? She asked with just a pure sense of curiosity, not to invade his personal space and past. Everybody had a right to protect their privacy, no matter how deep their history was. She understood the concept of "it's my business." quite well. Maybe he knows the area well, and could show her around sometime. Or maybe he's new, like she. Siren heard the padding of a cat coming closer, probably the feline she had given an okay to.


She turned her crainum, but immediately saw a tabby tom. She studied him from a distance, he was full grown. And had vibrant gold eyes. They seemed to pull her attention first. Siren then noticed where he was.. In the middle of the road. Sure, not manyyy cars went by. But it wasn't exactly a "safe spot." It's not like he needed a reminder, he looked like he was unsure, but obviously didn't have a car where he sat his ass. She whipped her long slender tail from behind her to her side, as if trying to acknowledge him of his presence. Body language said it all. She was letting him know she knew he was there. And her movements weren't aggressive, he was a male. He could join them if he liked. Her visionaries shifted once again, the onyx female nearing. She studied the way the she-cat carried herself. She was of extreme hesitation. Siren was the complete opposite, always sure of what she wanted and what she would do. They were few times she second guessed herself. Seeing the cat wasn't exactly feeling the most comfortable, she didn't keep her usual eye contact. The cat had discomfort written all over her for whatever reasons. It wasn't her business, but she cut the midnight female some slack. It was an odd feeling to give another a break, but she did. She waited until the cat was officially of Osprey and her presence. Uhh, I'm Raven. She stumbled over her words with nervousness. Siren continued to keep a watch on her movements, it was like 'Raven' was purposely avoiding looking into eyes. Siren just shrugged it off. Siren Nightclaw. She said again, just with a simpleness to it. Simple, yet firm. Again, spoken like she served a purpose. She, too, gazed down at her petite bengal paws. She pushed around the soft mocha dirt with her front right pad, creating tiny lines. Her big emerald eyes looked up at all of her company, Osprey and Raven, even the brown tabby who remained at a distance. Though he wasn't in direct presence, he was watching. As was she.


OOC: not the best, i'm just not feeling too great, sorry loves!

[wolf]

The brown tabby waited, sitting in a comfortable position in the middle of the road. He yawned, not exactly something someone usually did when they were awaiting their death. The feline knew full well that cars didn’t usually travel down this road, after all, he had been walking down the side of it for a while now, and he had only seen three cars go rolling by. And even if a car did come, it could easily stop or avoid him by running off the road. He sighed. Perhaps this plan wasn’t such a good one after all. What should he do, then? He didn’t want to be hurt again by someone being taken away from him. But cats were social creatures, and his instincts told him to go over and talk to those two. His tail flicked around behind him as he contemplated his options.

Not too long after thinking this through, another cat joined the other two. Wolf hadn’t noticed this sable one until just now. His gold eyes quickly took in her appearance. He looked at every detail. The way she held herself, her scars, her fur, her eyes. He inhaled to take in her scent. He wanted to know each cat as well as he could before he actually talked to him. He didn’t enjoy talking to numerous cats all at once. It was all too confusing to him to catch each of their body languages all at once.

And there it was. His gaze had shifted over to the other two cats, and he caught the subtle yet informal movement by the cat who looked much like himself. A simple signal to tell him that she acknowledged his presence. She obviously wasn’t going to be hostile towards him after that. But still, he was hesitant to go over to her and join in on their conversation. She seemed like she would be too talkative for his liking. No, perhaps he should try and make conversation with the cat who had not yet… Ah, never mind. She started speaking to them just as the thought crossed his mind.

He was getting annoyed by this whole turn of events. And still the car didn’t come. His ears flicked a few times in annoyance. He might as well go over and at least just… sit there. Better than sitting out here, anyway. And the car was definitely not going to come. He sighed and stood up and blinked his gold eyes a few times before slowly making his way towards the group. His indecision clouded his thoughts as he padded across the road to where they were clustered.

Wolf stopped just a yard or two from where they were sitting. He sat down on the side of the road, still trying to make up his mind about how to go about this. Finally, with a game plan, he stood up and walked over to them so that he was a part of the group. Still standing up, his gaze swept over the three of them before he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He opened them again, and said simply, ”Hey.”

Ironically, just as he spoke, a car came speeding past.

[osprey]

This place is busier than I thought! Osprey exclaimed irritably in his mind. He really didn't care much though. He was too busy with his own life to care for other cats. He subtly flicked his eyes back over to the ebony she cat, who was progressing towards them. He flicked his gaze back to Siren, the last thing he wanted was to accidentally challenge her! He tried to keep all his body language signals to a minimum, he wasn't bothered whether the charcoal female wanted to join the conversation or not. Either way. He attempted too, to remain ignorant to the atmosphere around him. There wasn't anything worth his attention. He diverted his ears towards Siren as she spoke again. The black tom listened intently before replying. "'Welcome," He said with a hint of humour in his tone. He smiled slightly as she giggled. "Nothing that interesting to be honest. I just turned up - found this place when I was wandering. There's definately not a shortage of food. Or company," he purred slightly as he mewed this, and his grin widened.

It took him a few seconds before he remembered the black she cat once again. She was near them now, and he politely didn't draw too much attention to her. He just turned his cranium subtly over to her as she began to spoke. She seemed nervous, he could easily identiy that in her silver eyes. "Hello," he spoke calmly and softly. "I'm Osprey. And don't worry, I won't eat you!" He meowed comically. He figeted slightly, wondering what they could talk about next. He didn't want to even think of what might happen if he messed up, he was certain he wished to avoid insulting anybody. He had met a quite a few cats in this town so far, including little Lilly and that she cat, Indigo. And that tom near the stream, what was his name? Anyway, he fixed his eyes and ears back onto the others. He heard Siren announce her name once again, before he noticed the tabby was approaching too. He glanced over, but he aimed to avoid direct eye contact. He didn't want to make a bad impression. He'd had enough of that.

Osprey Coldenwing couldn't help noticing the tabby pause, he was obviously as cautious as Raven. He waited as the tom made his decision, and then blinked in acceptance as he made his way towads them. "Hey," he responded politely, "I'm Osprey, Osprey Coldenwing, if you didn't catch me before." He smiled gently, with a warm and welcoming expression on his face, micmicing his calm tone from when he introduced himself to Raven before. He sat down on the mud, curling his tail around his paws, and flicking it slightly. A still-slightly-cautious smile planted itself on his face, and he couldn't help hoping he might be able to gain some friends from this group.

ooc:; Better than I could do anyhow. I'm sorry everyone for not being able to write as many words as you lot! xD

[Raven Soulreaver]

Raven watched the bangel femme shuffle dirt with her paw before glancing up at her as she gave her name. 'Siren Nightclaw.' She repeated in her head with an emotionless Façade, her silver optics where empty voids of silver. No emotion given at all, however you could indeed see the wheels turning as her mind ticked. Turning her attention back to the dirt she was surprised when the solid black male spoke to her. Blinking a couple times she looked up at him with an almost disbelief look, surprised he was so outgoing. "I'm Osprey. And don't worry, I won't eat you!" The comment he made sunk in and a small smile formed on the jet black femme's maw. He was humorous, a lot like Sprite, though he looked to hold more of a seriousness about him than Sprite did.

Just as quickly as the small smile came it soon faded away and her silver optics that seconds ago shined with the rememberance of her elder brother, faded into a dull distant look, saddened with the memories of her past. 'It still hurts.' She thought pulling her tail closer to herself. Damn that Frost, she would kill him if she ever saw him again. 'I wish Sprite was here... Things would be easier, he could speak for me like he always did...' She thought, lifting her head up to meet the golden orbs of the other tabby tom she had seen sitting in the middle of the road. Cooly he spoke and she gave a small short nod to him, acknowledging his prescents.

She felt so uncomfortable and out of place in the little group. Sure she had been accepted and welcomed kindly to the small chatting group but still it was just so awkward to her. She didn't know them, and they didn't know her. Slowly opening her mouth she spoke again in a broken whisper. "Soulreaver." She looked up at the three in front of her and cleared her throat, glancing away shyly. "Raven Soulreaver." She introduced herself again the same as Osprey did in case the tabby tom did not hear her before, which she highly doubted he did since she spoke so softly. Though, this time she gave her last name instead of just her first. She wondered what kind of conversation they would have, she hoped she wouldn't be questioned on how she got her. 'A friend of mine raped me and dumped me here.' She mentally answered the question and sighed heavily, yeah that was a conversation sparker alright. However she didn't want to say it.

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Admin's Note on August 25th: This thread is being locked and archived since Siren is still absent and I'm not sure when she'll be back =( When she does return we can certainly open it back up but for now it's getting archived and we'll just say they talked a bit and nothing big happened.