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The pale orange tabby padded slowly through this territory. But she didn't know that's what she was in. All she knew was her name. Mockingjay. Named for the black and white birds that flew over her head. She would mew out a note to them, perhaps a series of melodic notes and they would repeat them right back to her. Mockingjays....the genetically mutated descendants of Jabberjays. Jabberjay, the name of her sibling....the sibling that was missing since she was young.

She looked around with her orange eyes, the pretty she-cat's ears flickering around. Ah yes, she was a beautiful, dainty little thing. But it was one of those 'oh so tragic' unaware things. But don't let her fool you. She wasn't one to be trifled with. She was cunning, naive, and ever so sweet. Her tail flicked back and forth, a curious look on her face. Her paws were moving slowly as she froze, her entire frame freezing as she heard pawsteps.

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Lavenderpaw was growling as she padded back from seeing Tigerfang. She felt so weak around him, sure he was her father, but she wished that she could shred the little loner Kiki. Many cats in Shadowclan had thought that Lavanderpaw was going to be small and dainty like her mother, but she had inherited her father's large muscular frame. Her mother had been hurt because of her small frame and Lavanderpaw wasn't about to let that happen. While she was emerged in her own thoughts a strange scent crossed her glands. "Who are you?", she asked menacingly. She wasn't about to make the mistake of letting a loner or worse a rogue get the better of her or her pride.

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The pale orange she-cat looked at her new 'companion'. She had a large frame, strong. This she-cat would be an excellent warrior once she got her name. Her orange eyes scanned the other's frame and torso. No scars as of yet, but the orange tabby herself did. "Mockingjay. And you?" She said, the black birds over her head mimicing her quickly little cries of "Mockingjay!" being heard softly among the leaves above their heads.

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((OH GLUX! We have a Hunter Games reader in our midst! Yay! I'm in love with that series and defiantly want to rp with 'Mockingjay'. Let's see if she lives up to her name? How about a game? XD Sorry can't help it. lol))

Black ears pricked at the sound of birds being annoying once again. He couldn't stand it! These crows never left Shadowclan camp and for once he hated his namesake. Everything he did made them caw oppresively. It seemed Shadowclan had gone to the crows in a sense. The clan had assured him that these birds were probably just migrating and would be gone in a week or so, but it seemed like forever.

The black ears belonged to the loner Crow. He was still recuporating from his accident and he had a feeling the clan leader wasn't going to let him go even if he tried running away. In a sense, he was a prisoner, at least in his mind. For anything, he could have already gone insane and the birds weren't helping a bit!

His shoulder was stiff this morning and he quickly used it as an excuse to leave camp for a few minutes. After many strides into the territory, his shoulder began to loosen, but he still held a limp. Crow's ears though felt at ease again. The crows had stopped their neusance. Whatever had disturbed them must have really upset them. Now his ears were pummeled with whispers and sighs again and he grew angry.

His paws began a meaningful gait to go back to the camp, where the voices went away for some reason. A sudden sound met his ears, but this was from birds. Crow hissed in annoyance, but paused afterwards when he realized it wasn't stupid calls, but melodic ones. Intrigued, he stopped walking and looked to where the sound was coming from. Without meaning to, he began to tread towards the sound and realized quickly enough that a cat was singing as well. His keen ears never lied to him, except when the stupid voices came.

The sound stopped suddenly and he took a step around a bush. A she-cat stood before him a few feet away and looked startled and curious. He felt sorry that he had scared her instantly. She was defiantly not Shadowclan for he had never seen her pelt mixed into their throng. Not knowing what to say, he flicked his tail. "Hello? May I ask if you are real or not?," he said confused. The pain herbs the medicine cat had given him earlier in the day were beginning to take effect from the way everything seemed to buzz. It was best to ask then not know for sure if he was talking to a real cat or a dillusion. Especially, since there was another cat right next to the wierd she-cat. That one smelled of Shadowclan for sure. He was curious, just as a cat should be.

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Mockingjay looked at the black tom that had also appeared. Her orange eyes centered on him, studying him. "Yes, I'm real." She said, running her tongue across her paw before she swiped it across her ears a few times.

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"What's going on out here?" The dark tabby-and-white warrior had been inside the warrior's den, contemplating the traitors that had snuck their way into the Clan, when he'd heard multiple voices not too far off. When he exited the den and called out, his striking green eyes quickly singled out the unfamiliar pretty rogue off outside the entrance of the camp. His expression was quick to become guarded and unfriendly. Why was every other loner showing up at ShadowClan's boarders nowadays, and even crossing straight into them without a care?

The warrior padded over to the little group with an analyzing glare. He turned straight to the newcomer, almost brushing past his Clanmate and the loner who he refused to acknowledge. "Who are you? Why are you here?" His growl was clearly not as warm and embracing as some of his other Clanmates appeared to be, but he hid squeeze in an approving glance to Lavanderpaw for her bold accusation.

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The pretty she-cat looked at the new tom that was there. Her eyes focused in on him, her voice coming out rather sweetly. Like sugar was just coating her words, thick as molasses. "M'name's Mockingjay." She said, the little birds that were in the treetops over her head mimicking her. "And I had been hunting all day. I sorta wandered in here and I smelled other cats. I've been all around the loner lands today, you see. I had some extra prey that i killed and I wanted to see if anyone wanted it. I hate seeing good food go to waste." She said, the little birds continuing to mimick her. Most cats would find this maddening, but seeing as little Mockingjay was already a tad bit insane, it didn't bother her in the least.

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Mudstripe's hostile gaze dimmed down just a tad. Not in a friendly manner, of course, but more like puzzled. The words coming from the strange she-cat weren't making sense. The annoying birds in the background didn't help, of course, and neither did her own voice for that matter, but the subject in general seemed strange. She was trying to share prey with the Clan cats? Usually with her kind, it was just the opposite. What's with her? he wondered, green eyes searching for some sign of a joke on her face.

"ShadowClan doesn't normally bother itself with loners and rogues," he growled, a bit lighter than before. "Didn't you even scent our boarders? We put those up so that you all would know not to enter. And if you do, we're supposed to chase you off. And if you don't comply..." The tabby flexed his claws. "Besides, a loner giving us fresh-kill... It's not normal."

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"I'm afraid not...my minds in the clouds most of the time, I'm afraid." She said, her eyes bright. She padded towards a little pile of leaves under the branches of an oak, a little hollow in the exposed roots jutting out forming a bit of a small cavern. Inside were three or four rabbits and a dozen mice. Yep, she'd been hunting. "Who's to say what's normal? I'm being generous is all. If you don't want them then they'll just go to waste...." She said, her ears flickering a bit. Her orange pelt was a bit....odd but it was pretty all the same. She looked like a little bit of fluffy starlight, with brilliant orange ochre eyes. Her eyes focused on one of the little Raven sized birds that sat perched in the tree above. One flew down, landing on the ground by her and mimicking her words quite easily. But whenever one of the cats moved in a indirect way towards it, it flew back up, chattering away at them. It wasn't very polite either...Mockingjay looked at the other two cats that seemed a bit quiet through all this. "I've introduced myself, might I know as to who you are?" she asked, her voice rather curious through all this now.

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Lavanderpaw's claws dug deep into the earth. She didn't trust many cats in her own clan so why would she trust Mockingjay. "Why would we accept prey from loner and rogue scum. It makes us weak and defenseless.", she spat at the she-cat it's strange stench wreaking in her nose. She then stole a glance at the birds mocking the she-cat. She wanted them to shut up. Maybe if the she-cat was so fond of sharing her food she wouldn't mind if they killed off her annoying companions. "She probably poisoned it to weaken us and steal our resources." Her eyes narrowed and she stared on at the loner she-cat and looked over to the other loner Crow. He looked so much like her Aunt Runningpath it was uncanny. But looks were one thing and he wasn't good on her list just because he was similar to one of the few cats she trusted.

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Mudstripe's eyes widened just a bit when the loner she-cat revealed her stash. It was of impressive size, over a dozen pieces of prey. He didn't know what to think. The first thing that came to mind, surprisingly enough, was impressive. It was a good catch, and all of it fresh. The second emotion was suspicion. Lavenderpaw was right- it could easily have been poisoned. But this strange she-cat... It didn't seem to fit her. She looked too naive to have put together a scheme against them. Then again, what did they know of her? Nothing.

Glancing at Mockingjay with a wary look in his eyes, the tabby tom padded over to the pile of fresh-kill, leaned down close to it, and inhaled deeply. There was no scent of poison, deathberries, or any of the like. It smelled perfectly fine and mouthwatering, and worries about looking weak were slipping out from his mind.

The warrior tom turned back to the rest. "Not poisoned," he remarked slowly, still watching the she-cat. He still wasn't sure what to think. "As for names, I think you're being a little informal. You are still a trespasser on our territory." His tail slowly swished behind him as he thought.

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Mockingjay watched as the tom padded over and near the cache of food she had collected that day. Her eyes were kind, her words soft. "I apologize. I didn't mean to pass over your borders. It was unintentional." She said, looking at the cats that were obviously residents of this 'area'.

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Mudstripe twitched his whiskers, agitated. Her attitude was almost irritating. The tabby preferred it when outsiders were intimidated by a warrior confrontation, or when he could build up anger and start a fight going.. This she-cat just wasn't supplying what he needed. "Yes, well... I suppose you might as well take a piece of prey from what you caught... It really is a lot, even for us, and I'm guessing that you deserve some share." The warrior top indicated the pile with his tail. "And the name's Mudstripe. But I don't think it would be a good idea for you to stick around for very long."

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Crow listened and was glad to hear everything wasn't an illusion. Mudstripe then came into the picture and he couldn't help but look at him distastefully. He listened carefully to what each cat had to say and was surprised at how Lavenderpaw sounded so much like the tom.

The loner was impressed at Mockingjay though, for not starting a fight or anything. Even her catch was friendly. She intrigued him and at the last thing Mudstripe said, he suppressed a growl. She gave them kindness and this is what she got back?

Crow padded towards the group of cats and looked at Mockingjay's pure eyes then at Lavenderpaw and Mudstripe.. "Show some manners you two. I thought you had learned that already Mudstripe? No? Well, its a good thing to give it back, even if it is a loner or rogue. I do applaud you though, Mudstripe, for being as kind as you are now and not your usual prickly self."

Flicking his tail, he turned his attention back to the she-cat. "Excuse them for their rudeness. You have to understand that they are raised to not be friendly towards cats they don't know. I'm pleased to meet you Mockingjay. My name is Crow. Thank you for the prey, but you should enjoy it too," he smiled. His eyes got serious quickly as his teasing towards Mudstripe ended. "I'd heed Mudstripe's advice though unless there is another reason you are here other than giving Shadowclan prey."

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Mockingjay listened to Mudstripe speak, nodding when he stated his name. Her eyes turned back to Crow listening to him speak. "As a matter of fact I am." she said, her eyes turning back to Mudstripe. "You see, I've injured myself. When I was hunting earlier I landed wrong on this paw and I was hoping I could find someone to help me put it back how it's supposed to be...." she said, gesturing to the paw she wasn't leaning on. In all reality, it was twisted kinda funny. In a bit of a gross manner too. How she hadn't be yowling in pain was anyones guess but she was strange.