take a sad s(o)ng

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Jude was sitting down in the shade of a tree, a mouse at his paws. He was new to this area, and wanted to get accustomed to it. So the first thing he did was search for prey, and ta-da, he caught a mouse. It was small, but it would do. The tom looked around, wondering if the cats were friendly in these parts. 'I hope I'll fit in.'

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Lynx sighed as she sat down. Her eyes scanned DeathClans camp. The light brown tabby was new to the group of cats. Her eyes fixed on a Tom she was not falimilar with. "Hello?"

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As Jude looked around, he finally locked eyes with someone. It was a she-cat, and it looked like she was a youngling, too. 'Is she new like me?' He thought, hoping it was true. The tabby gave her a polite smile and a nod. "Hello."

[Slate]

It had been a long time since anyone had seen Slate.

He stalked through the territory, huge, webbed paws making large paw-prints in the damp ground. His coal-black pelt was spiked and messy, as it always was, but his bright teal eyes had a blank look, like a glare. He raised his head with his whiskers twitching, sensing another Deathclanner.

He unconsciously turned his paws towards the scent, finding two younglings by a tree. He went right up to them, glancing down. "New recruits I assume?" Slate guessed, his voice cracking like he hadn't used it in a long time. He was little more than a youngling himself, but had the built of a full-grown cat.

[Natalia]

Natalia typically wasn't really a fan of social interaction.

Unfortunately, cats weren't exactly permanently avoidable. Though, for a long stretch she'd managed to vanish from sight among others. It had been nice. But all good things come to end. She had been making her way through the territory. She'd hunted earlier and was satisfied enough. 

Though, her mood soured a bit, noticing some cats up ahead. Attempting to be stealthy, she stepped lightly and watched from the shade of a tree. Granted, her pelt was not the best for camouflage, but it was better than a pure white pelt and she was mildly hidden. There was that tom again... Slate. Along with a tom and a she-cat. She'd never seen the two strangers before.

The tom seemed calm, if a bit nervous. The female, a little tired perhaps. She wasn't that great at reading cats, preferring not to talk to them in the first place. She narrowed her eyes. She'd rather not be caught like this. She didn't like cats, but she didn't want to present herself in a negative light. She emerged from her spot to approach the three other Deathclan members.

"Hi." She meowed quietly. She looked to Slate. ".... Hey." She meowed, showing she recognized him.