Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame; intro.

[Magpiespark.]

I'VE ALWAYS LIKED TO PLAY WITH FIRE​

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The stench of earth and stale badger clings to her like a flea as she stalks forwards, irritation showing in every flick and twitch or her swishing tail. Magpie has never been so insulted - sleeping in a badger set of all places. It doesn't matter how long ago it was abandoned, it is the sheer principal of the matter that bothers her. Being dragged to this place without so much as a say, only to be unceremoniously tossed aside like yesterdays prey and left to rot on the edges of the territory. Suspicious gazes followed her wherever she went, and it was not the first time the molly had wondered if this was even worth it - if she should even bother trying. Firelight flickers in her pale gaze, and the crinkle of grass and snapping of twigs draws her attention, body poised to pounce. Mouth draws open, scenting the air, only to huff in disappointment - not a rabbit, but one of those strange cats that had been present when Hyacinthbreath had begged for their stay. "Hello," she grunts out in disappointment, her belly aching with hunger.

 

[SOOTSTAR]

//retro to gunshot(?) i wanted to give you a reply !!

Sootstar wasn't expecting to run into one of the badger set residence on her trip. "Hello?" She echos back, a slight scoff escaping her throat. "What's with the tone?" The she-cat hadn't exactly hid her disappointment, what was so bad about running into the blue molly? Had she not done this cat a significant favor? If she wasn't grateful she could by all means grab her things and leave.

Yet Sootstar doesn't get her fur in a bunch yet, she just stares back, awaiting an answer.​

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[Magpiespark.]

I'VE ALWAYS LIKED TO PLAY WITH FIRE​

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A soft snort slips out before she can help it, lips upturned in a faint smirks she rolls her eyes. These cats are so quick to offended, especially this one. she's figured out in her brief time that Sootstar is the leader of the group, and it seems the title is one the cats take seriously, unlike goldy and storms ever shifting power struggle which many of the siblings simply ignored. "Was hoping you were a tasty rabbit of course," she says with humor - limbs stretching with a faint crack as she settles in for the conversation. Head cocked to the side her firelight gaze flits across the smaller mollies frame, though the difference is still minimal magpie knows she's yet to stop growing. There's not much else to do besides hunt and chat here - they haven't been invited to stay proper yet, nor have they been ran off the moors; it is a dull life of indirect imprisonment that sets her on edge and has her gritting her teeth when her mind dwells on it, but she'd rather not for risk of acting on her urges and ending up beneath another's claws.

 

[hyacinthbreath]

"It's a shame." Came the sarcastic tone of Hyacinthbreath as she pushed her way through a small fallen tree trunk, a thrush in her jaws. She drops it at Magpiespark's paws, squinting. It was a favor for another cat in the clan, that was all. She turns to Sootstar, dipping her head to the woman before she seats herself.

"You're not dead. That's an achievement, at least." She points out unhelpfully, an awkward attempt at small talk. She was never good with these things.​

 

[Magpiespark.]

// closing this due to pigeons death - please don't respond to this anymore