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[Cyprus]

-One or two cats may join -


Cyprus was wandering around "camp" if you could even call it that. A camp would consist of more cats, and here there were hardly any cats wandering around in here. But that is what Cyprus liked, he got to survive on his own but when it came to a battle they could win with numbers. Even if Deathclan didn't have many members any more, he still believed that they could win a battle. Granted Cyprus was cocky at times, and probably believed that he could win any battle. Even though he was young, and maybe a bit big for his age but no where near as big as an adult cat. But that is what Cyprus continued to believe, because he practiced his fighting skills each and every day. 

Cyprus would pick a fight with anyone if it was up to him. Any chance to show off and maybe even get the chance to show Drought he was actually worth something. He hadn't been in Deathclan long but he knew was his plan already was. His plan was to show Drought exactly what he could accomplish, and Cyprus being Cyprus he thought that he could accomplish anything. He felt like he could show Drought that he could take on any enemy that anyone threw his way.

But his skills probably were the only reason he picked fights, he seemed to have...What would you call it...Oh...Anger problems. Maybe he had those because he was simply mad at the world. He had been abandoned as a kit and had no idea who his parents even were. Whoever they were Cyprus wanted nothing to do with them anymore, and would give anything to be able to scratch them across the face. Because who would just abandon there own kit like that? Cyprus hated them for everything they had. And Cyprus hated the world for everything it had done to him. But maybe that was exactly what Deathclan needed.

[Talia]

The tall she-cat wondered around as if she was bored. But then, she was. The closes thing to excitement she has had in a while was a hunting experience that caused her to get packed at by an angry mother bird. Spotting the closes cat to her age, she walked up to him. She made sure to nod to him as a non-verbal hello.

[Cyprus]

Cyprus shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the she-cat. "Can I help you?" He growled at her, eye still narrowed. The cat seemed to be around his age probably a little bit older. But Cyprus didn't see the benefit with talking to this cat and he only talked to cats he found benefited his time. Instead of talking to her he could be out brushing up on his fighting skills, one can not practice fighting too much, specially when you live in Deathclan. Anything he could to show Drought what he was really worth.

[Talia]

She shrugged at the question and ignored the growl, thinking he just thought she was there to hurt him or something mean like that. "Kinda, I'm just bored and picked you to talk to." She said, a small warm smile finding a spot on her face. She knew Deathclan was a mostly fighting place where black hearts stayed but that doesn't mean you couldn't smile every once and a while. Or be kind to a stranger.

[Cyprus]

Cyprus narrowed his eyes at her, he didn't get this cat. "Are you mouse-brained? I don't want to talk to you I have things to do! A lot better things than to talk to you!" He snapped. He flicked his tail up and looked her in the eye "you should be thankful I haven't clawed your ears off! So I would advise getting out of my way!"

[Talia]

She took a step back at the words said but got back to her senses and took a step back to her original spot. She wasn't going to give up just because of a bit of snappiness. "So your going to attack me just because I want to talk? That's a bit extreme don't you think? What things do you need to do that's so important? Maybe I could help?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

[Cyprus]

Cyprus shook his head at the cat "I'm not going to attack you for talking to me, i'm going to attack you for wasting my time he growled at her and rolled his eyes. "And trust me, you can't help me with anything! " Apparently this cat can't take a hint...She doesn't even seem like she is from Deathclan! He thought shaking his head again. 

[Talia]

She quickly learned she wasn't going to get a non-aggressive talk from this cat. His last sentience offended her. "OH, So you think I Do what you can? Whats to hard that only you can do it?" She asked, her voice slightly more stern than her last few sentences.