Look what I found {Seversk-Open}

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NeedleHeart laughed to herself, when she entered camp, knowing cats will be flooding out soon. With the smell of blood, and an unusual stench.

She paused, and turned around, staring at Seversk. She laughed again.

"Good luck with the other cats. But first, maybe you should see the Medicine cat, or can you deal?"

She said that, with a tone like 'haha, you are too weak that you have to get tended on.'

She laughed again, and turned back around, the tip of her cream-colored tail hitting his muzzle. Her brown gaze focused on the whole camp, waiting for cats to flood out.

She heard the drips of the water dripping from her coat, as she waited.

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Seversk was by no means pleased with his escort, but knew better than to say anything - least he be seen as a threat, or least she trying to rip his fur clean off his body. His shoulder and flank were still bleeding lightly as he entered the camp after her.

The rogue fought the urge to snarl as she spoke to him with mock concern. "I'll be fine. It's only a scratch." No thanks to you. He rolled his shoulders to try to relieve some of the tension, but simply winced as it aggravated his wound.

The tom stared straight forward blankly as she flicked her tail over his muzzle, wanting to bite it and yank with all his might. He found this she-cat was straining all of his nerves. Even so, he addressed any cats that may have come to see.

"I have matters to discuss with your leader. Is he in?"

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NeedleHeart laughed to herself, looking over her shoulder, glancing at the tom.

"Haha, I'm agrivating, I know. And CrookedStar is a she."

She laughed.

He should at least know that, if he wants to speak with her.

She just sat down, and looked over her shoulder again, at him.

"Haha, really, why would you need to speak with CrookedStar? All you are is a rogue, who is no good for anything."

She laughed again, knowing that she might get her back clawed, but she didn't mind. She stood up, and shook her pelt.

"By the way, Names NeedleHeart, I guess you can see why. What's yours?"

She said it quite demanding.

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Well, this...fact did not come as a pleasant surprise to the wounded rouge. While he cursed himself internally, he simply flicked his ears back in embarrassment as she spoke. "My mistake. I tend to avoid the Clans unless need be, so these things are... unknown to me."

However, her next question grated on his nerves the most. Didn't these clan cats know anything of respect? Of hierarchy? Of course not. With a curt, strained voice, he answered: "I believe we have a common enemy. Other than that, it is a matter for your Crookedstar."

Needleheart. They had such strange names. The rogue hesitated before speaking, not wanting to tell her but without a choice, really. "Seversk, if you must." He dearly hoped someone could come relieve him of this nuisance of a she-cat.

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NeedleHeart snorted, and yawned.

"Well you should know, if you are around clans or not."

She stared at him, and shook her head. She had her fur up slightly, at least what it seemed, hard to tell with her damp fur.

"Oh really? Lemme guess, LurkClan? Ya, we know."

She laughed, and rolled her eyes.

Jeez, this tom has no brains at all!

She winced a bit at what name he had. It did sound familar, but then again, every single name sounded familar a bit. She felt like she knew this tom, but she didn't. Maybe it was a different Seversk.

"Seversk, eh? Weird name.."

She seemed to have hesitated that, but she tried to show no way, of backing down, no way of letting her guard down. She yawned, her tail swishing.

"By the way, I escorted you here, I'm not leaving until you do."

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Of course, poking his nose into the affairs of rogues wasn't his line of duty. As the small, frail medicine cat slipped out of his den, bound to getting herbs, the black tortoiseshell caught his large, yellow eyes.

Ears flicked backwards in his uncertainty. What was Needleheart doing with the unfamiliar cat?

This cat might have something to do with the prophecy that plagued Solospot. Cautiously, The tomcat padded over to the two. "Hello, Ne-Needleheart," Although he addressed the she-cat his eyes weren't really aimed toward her.

As he didn't look directly at the rogue (as he never looked directly at anyone), his attention was towards to dark tom.

"Who's your--your... f-friend?"

Took note of the injury the rogue bore. Supposed their had be some kind of fight. However, he was... calm now.

And then the medicine cat wondered if he was ever hostile? Needleheart would be one to leap on a completely chill cat.

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'' NeedleHeart

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Her mind was laughing, seeing how SoloSpot stuttered. She liked that, she really did. She glanced over her shoulder at the tom, and smiled slightly, in an evil-ish way. Her dark brown eyes were filled with hatred as usual, her gaze turning back to SoloSpot.

"He isn't my friend, SoloSpot. He's a rogue I found on our territory, who wants to speak with CrookedStar appearently."

She snorted, her claws unsheathing, rubbing against the ground. She wanted to attack the tom once more, to tear his fur off.

"If you take the tom to Crookedstar, I am coming as well."

Her tail swished, making sure the tip ran across Seversk's muzzle to just annoy him. She wondered if SoloSpot was afraid of her, or the tom, or both of them, which would amuse her if he was scared of her.

She snorted again, keeping her claws unsheathed, rubbing against the ground. She was itching for a fight, a big bloody one, or at least, killing someone, or causing trouble.

Her gaze kept shifting back and forth, looking across the whole campus. She mostly had her gaze fixed on SoloSpot, to watch his tensation.

Haha, SoloSpot we will have our day, where I will murder you.

She thought that, but unusually, she didn't mean it to herself, she said it in her mind, but she didn't mean it, which was terribly odd. She wants to, but she knows that she shouldn't, that her rank in the clan will be lost, her proposition of maybe becoming Leader.

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Seversk's eyes darted to his assailant at the mention of Lurkclan, glancing away then for a moment. Alright, of course, but there was more to it than that. "Well, yes." But you're still a poor excuse for a waste of space you half brained-

She commented on his name, dismissing it as weird and strange. He cast a cold glare at her, with his trademark aloofness that hid burning rage. Of course his name was strange to them. But at least it didn't change in accordance with his age or any strange thing like that. He flattened his ears as she mentioned being his escort. Well, he really was doomed.

Here came another, skittish tom who stuttered as he spoke. The very weakness that this cat brought was a strange breath of fresh air from Needleheart. He gazed at the pale tom as one might gaze at a piece of freshkill, trying to decide whether or not to eat it. "Don't worry. I don't bite." At least, not here...

Seversk noted dully the way his escort clawed the ground, testy and restless. Good for her, unable to control herself. Anywhere else and he would have scoffed. However, the stench of the clan was staring to act as a noose for him... "I'd greatly appreciate it if you could direct me to your Crookedstar," he stated, voice edging on sharp. "...or the next highest ranking member in at the moment."

This would be a very long day.

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Although, Solospot had known already he, obviously, wasn't a friend. Needleheart might have been an extreme trouble maker, but she didn't keep bad company. At least, not non-Clan cats.

Plus, by the way the tom spoke, the medicine cat could tell he wasn't very native. The way he refered to Crookedstar as "your Crookedstar" hinted some confusion.

And of course he wanted to talk to Crookedstar. Who didn't want to?

The medicine cat's frantic-looking yellow eyes darted toward Needleheart's flexing claws. Had this black tom done something to get her so anxious?

Eyes then flicked up to her face and he saw her eyes, with a glare that could carve holes through his thin fur. His ears lay backwards, somewhat flattening on his head. He hadn't a clue what she was thinking so deeply and loathsomely about, but it made him uneasy. Especially since her gaze was directed at him.

Quickly dismissing the distraction, Solospot stated, without skipping a beat "Crookedstar is--isn't feeling to--to w-well."

And when was the last time he had seen Streamfur around? Although, it wasn't as if Solospot just hung around outside watching the cats pass by. "I-I'm So-Solospot, the med-med-medicine cat," He was becoming self-conscious as the she-cat glared at him. And his stuttering only worsened. The uncanny tom wasn't helping either.

Dear StarClan, he was terrible at this. "I can-can a-a-a-assist you for no-now."

Although, he didn't sound too confident.

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'' NeedleHeart

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The cream-colored she-cat gazed at them both, a smile forming on her little cat face. She knew what was going on with CrookedStar, but she didn't feel like spreading anything about that, now.

She still had her claws raking the ground, but she did it since she was getting uneasy, on when SoloSpot would leave so she could rip this tom to shreds.

"Well, obviously you are the Medicine cat, why would the deputy or the Leader stutter?"

She said that in a rude tone, knowing that she was making things worse. She loved making him stutter, seeing him squirm.

She shifted her gaze to the other tom, then back at SoloSpot. She laughed a bit at his statement.

"Don't get all confident there, you might begin to stutter more!"

She purred to herself.

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"Needleheart, show a little more respect, would you?"

Another tom padded up to the group, his fur black as night, making his green eyes stand out even more as he looked to the she-cat in disapproval. He came to a stop before them, taking in the scent of the new cat. He studied him curiously, taking in his wounds. They just screamed Needleheart and judging be the way he was acting, it didn't seem like he had deserved it. "After all, why get on the wrong side of the cat that can tell between the poisonous berries and the healing ones." He said with a hint of joking in his voice as he glanced to Solospot and winked because ticking Needleheart off was just so much fun.

"Nice to see you Solospot, how are you?"

He asked, dipping his head ever so slightly to him in a respectful way. He then turned his gaze back to the other cat, raising a brow. "Some pretty nasty scratches you got there. Needleheart take credit for those?" He asked, a small upturn of his mouth that could be called a smile as his tail flicked her nose playfully.

"The names Hawktalon, nice to meet you....?"

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'' NeedleHeart

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NeedleHeart turned her brown gaze towards the black tom, her eyes narrowing. She did not like him at all, then again she liked no one. Her back arched slightly, her fur bristling. She hissed.

"Yes, I did that to him, he was on RiverClan territory! You would do the same, if some rogue was on our territory!"

She growled, feeling his tail tip flick at her nose. When he did that, her teeth raked at the tip, blood starting to drip from it. Her gaze was now flickering back and forth at all the toms, her ears flickering about uncomfortbly.

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Streamfur was dozing in her nest, unaware of the happenings outside. She was having a pleasent dream, but then it was interrupted by the smell of blood. She shook herself awake and blinked her eyes. She was exhausted even after her long nap. She walked into the clearing, and automatically asked, "What's going on?" She looked at the rogue and Needleheart. Her voice didn't sound scared or broken at all. She sounded strong. She glared at the rogue. "What are you doing here?" She looked to Needleheart.

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'' NeedleHeart

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The cream-colored she-cat looked at Streamfur, and smiled softly. Her tail tip went over Severk's muzzle, just to annoy him even more. She laughed slightly.

"I found this rogue on our territory. Yes, I attacked him, but he was off of borders, and requested to see CrookedStar."

She looked at SoloSpot, her tail tip going across his muzzle to make him stutter even more.

"But, SoloSpot said that she is not well."

She said his name in a rude tone, hoping to cause him to stutter even more. Her brown gaze shifted to Streamfur, and laughed slightly, sitting down. Her tail was swishing slightly, her ears flickering about.

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Not all martyrs see divinity
But at least you tried

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Seversk was very aware that his presence seemed to be causing the medicine cat to become more nervous, considering his stutter that was growing increasingly worse. He flicked one of his ears back, pausing only when this Solospot added that he could be of use. Well then!

As he opened his mouth to speak, Needleheart threw some insults to the medicine cat. Rolling his eyes, he ignored her to instead listen to this other cat who wandered in. The rogue dipped his head slightly to Hawktalon, grudgingly, though he was very pleased that someone was hesitantly polite instead of being scared stiff or aggressive toward him. As he prepared to speak, Needleheart interrupted him again.

Seversk, having stopped bleeding, flattened his ears as another cat meandered in. And she, too, snapped at him and regarded him with icy glares. Great ancestors, did NEEDLEHEART EVER SHUT UP? He addressed Hawktalon, "Seversk, if it pleases you." He gave a soft look to the tom that said thank you so much for having some actual brains around here. Now, he addressed Streamfur and all assembled. "I would like to speak to anyone who has the authority to make negotiations with me. I believe I can aide you with your.... Lurkclan problem." His tone was sharp, his impatience beginning to bleed through.

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To ascend you must DIE

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