a lie is still a lie... (o)

[Vaughn]

The tom was pacing in anger. He was around a bunch of softies last he had made his way out of his den. They were trying to get him to go back to the clans. THE CLANS! Doesn't anyone understand what those stupid clans did to him. They lied to him, they exiled him, they continued with their lives. His so called mother didnt even come visit him and he still had little to no knowledge on his real mother. Hopefully that fox dung of a cat was dead by now He wanted nothing to do with her. NOTHING. He wanted nothing to do with the clans, with his fake mother, his real mother, his father, his stupid siblings, none of it. He just wanted revenge. He also secretly wanted happiness but he would never admit to that. Growling he stalked through the woods of Deathclan and stopped when he smelled a rabbit. Crouching down he stalked forward and pounced swiftly killing the tiny white creature. Ripping out chunks of its skin he ate it swiftly before continuing on his way.

Then he heard it, a twig snap. he stopped dead and narrowed his eyes.

"Who's.. There." he growled.

[Sky]

Sky hasn’t been in Deathclan, technically her home, in what seemed like ages. Lately she had stuck to roaming, bored of the clan that had gone soft and it’s cats. Besides, she had always done better in her own, despite her lack of eyes.

Sky wasn’t very hungry, though when she had caught the scent of a mouse she took to hunting it anyways. Stalking it slowly, she sprang forward, placing a nip on its spine. Not exactly what she was aiming for, but it did the job. Though, she had landed right on a stick, and it seemed to have caught a strangers attention.

“I could ask you the same question.” Sky purred charmingly, standing over the freshly killed mouse with a devious grin. “Somebody’s grouchy.” She stared in a mocking voice, pouting.

[Vaughn]

A she-cat. Of course, it was always the she-cats! The last she-cat Vaughn had met was Clove, she wanted to run off to a clan with him, she fell for him. It was disgusting! She was much to soft. Narrowing his dark green eyes he stalked forward and was met wit the body of a calico and what looked to be a torn up eye. She was being charming with him and putting on a pouty face.

He huffed and flicked his tail irritably from side to side, she had the scent of a loner and stale scent of Deathclan. She was much like him. "Names Vaughn, now. Who. Are. You. I wont ask again." he said and then he lowered his ears. "Cut the cute act." he snarled.

[Natalia]

((Am I allowed to pop in))

Natalia hadn't been around lately. Traveling, tired of Deathclan, growing bored. She was never one to stay within their loosely defined borders, often having an itch to move around. She tended to get restless at times. Of course, this wasn't the first time she'd been away from Deathclan for so long. This happened time and time again, increasingly since Deathclan had gone downhill, more than ever. Patch didn't seem to quite have the energy to do much. Natalia... Surprisingly didn't care.

Whatever drive she had for supporting Deathclan had kind of.... Evaporated into general apathy for almost everything.

As for what she was doing right now.... She was perched atop in a tree, as per usual. She'd spied an exceedingly grouchy tom pacing around, and his attention was caught by Sky, who slipped up a tiny bit, revealing her presence. She hummed and wondered if she should pitch in. Eh. She was bored and hadn't talked to anyone in a long while.

"Hey there, Sky." She purred from way on high.

[Sky]

“Go ahead and make me, you vile-“

Just as Sky was about to continue with a rather snarky comment to Vaughn, who clearly needed to be put in his place, Natalia threw her name out for everyone to hear. If Sky hadn’t been so focused on Vaughn, she would have noticed her “Ally”, perched up in a tree.

“Ah, Natalia, how great of you to be here.” Her tone was smooth, although the undertones of annoyance were obvious. Cats like Sky valued privacy, and her name was something she didn’t give to just any cat. Especially cats like the vile one in front of her.

[Vaughn]

In the moment of waiting for this cat to speak her name another cat spoke up. Another female! Ugh.. He shot his head toward her and gave a harsh glare, but she was more focused on the cat who stood in front of him. Sky, he name was SKY?! He let out a chuckle "Sky eh? Doesn't really fit you." he purred and then turned and nodded toward the newly introduced she-cat.

"Natalia." he said bluntly in a greeting.

[Natalia]

Natalia's amusement was plain for all to see, her clearly seeing Sky's annoyance at having divulged the blind she-cat's name. Honestly, the red-furred tabby found this whole thing amusing. She stood up, and descended a fair bit, to a lower branch. She was still perched in the tree, however much closer.

Her tail swung passively like a pendulum, hanging off the side of the branch.

She wore a cocky, amuse grin. She earned herself a glare for merely existing from the tom. Then the chuckle. Nat didn't think it was that funny. She shrugged. "Just Nat, actually. Might've let that detail slip last time we spoke." She said. 

She could say her opinion on names.... But she figured it wouldn't really make anything happen, so she held her tongue. "So.... Vaughn, is it? I'm guessing I'm less interesting in all this, having interrupted your lovely argument." Despite her words, it would be plainly obvious she really wasn't sorry for anything. She simply wasn't.

((Im too lazy to add my usual colors and bolding))

[Sky]

“Atleast my name isn’t Vaughn.” She scoffed, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she said the name. No matter how many times sky considered changing her name, she never could. It was a reminder of her pain. Her name was a piece of history that would never go away, even if she changed it.

“How long were you up there anyway, Natalia.” Sky said her full name simply to annoy her, tail swaying impatiently.

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