the new kid | open

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Now how did I get in this predicament? I'm always all over the place, kittypet, loner, rogue, and now this mess of a place. Should be fun.

Stryx was lingering in a tree, his gray shaggy tail waving in the cold leaf-fall air. He lazily blinked his royal blue eyes as they drifted across the slightly marshy land of DeathClan. Such a sinister name, DeathClan. At least it isn't something stupider sounding... Like BloodClan, that would be ridiculous.

At first he was thrilled at the idea of joining this gang, he expected some kind of 'welcome to the club' meeting, or at least seeing the leader. But nope, nothing. He wondered if they even noticed rogues strolling right through their territory, or if they even cared. Stryx sure wouldn't care. He didn't care about anything.

Well there was one thing, that movement that just caught his eye. A cat. Another DeathClanner, he would guess, padding right under the tree he was in. Stryx was curious, so he broke the silence.

"Hi."

[root]

Root watched as the stranger walked around, and she followed. Sure, she was clumsy, but she didn't care right now. She just wanted to know who he was. By now, Root knew a few cats of Deathclan, but not him. She was curious to know.

She then stepped too loud on a stick and froze. The stranger stopped and saw her and it was too late. He said hi. Flattening her ears, she then smiled, ears going back up. "Hi, who are you?"

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Oh. She replied. Stryx half sat up in his tree branch, tilting his head. He observed this new she-cat, a silver tabby, a really pretty silver tabby. Strange that in such a place called DeathClan there's cats like this.

"My name is Stryx." He flicked his ears lazily as he sighed. "I don't mind if you mispronounce it, nobody gets it right the first time." Stryx couldn't count the number of times he had been called 'Sticks', it was insulting. How hard was it to fit an r in there? His mind was drifting so much that he almost forgot the cat he was talking to. "Oh, right. Who're you?"

[root]

Root was curious with Stryx's name. Yes, it was hard to pronounce, but before opening her mouth, she made sure she got it down. "That's a really different name, Stryx." Emphasis on the name. "I'm Root. You don't smell like Deathclan. Are you just stopping by?"

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Stryx sat up completely and scratched behind his black ear, a little surprised Root pronounced his name right. "I gave myself the name, wanted to stand out or something." He shrugged, "And I just recently joined DeathClan, just today in fact." He thought about the name the she-cat had given him, Root. That was strange, he expected something different, more... Fitting. Like 'Silver' or 'Dove', something along those lines.

"What about you? Have you been around here a while?"

[root]

Root listened with wonder as Stryx told her about his unique name. He did definitely stand out, that was for sure! And he just joined today? She purred at the thought of not really being one of the youngest new recruits or residents.

"Well, umm. I've been here a moon or so. I sort of learned to hunt, but I don't know about fighting yet. . ." The tabby shrugged. She wasn't really into the whole violence thing. Just like her mother. "I found a new sister, Saffron. I hope she's doing okay. . ."

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Stryx was shocked. She just sort of learned how to hunt? He was dumped out onto the streets by the age of one moon, he had to fight rats most of the time! And this she-cat, who was older than him, had been in this gang for a moon and wasn't a fighter.

"You... Found a sister?" He mused, just loud enough for Root to hear him. He let out a small laugh. "Strange. I wish I could find a sibling just like that, sure would like to have one." Stryx shrugged again and muttered under his voice. "Heh, doesn't matter anyways."