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Apr 25 2018, 12:04 AM
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<p>Salomé, she of the clear amber-gold eyes and the silver fur so long that it draped down to the forest floor, sweeping up a low lying cloud of dust behind as she walked;
<p>Salomé, who perpetually felt boredom and lust, especially lust for sensuality and bloodshed and especially especially lust for heart-pounding-inducing troublemaking;
<p>Salomé, friend to none but thrilling acquaintance to many, better known to rumor than to fact;
<p>It was according to these conditions that Salomé -- on one unbelievably mild Newleaf day, nothing but blue skies overhead and soft green sprouts underfoot -- was able to strut across the invisible threshold that lay between Twolegplace and ThunderClan without feeling even so much as a touch of anxiety.
<p>There was nothing about ThunderClan -- or any Clan -- that impressed Salomé, nor stirred any feelings of respect in her heart. She had no reason to be afraid of them, especially being the famously softhearted Clan that they were, but at any rate, fear did not rank among the forces that motivated her; all that drove her was love and boredom and hunger, and -- being that the only molly she had and would ever love was dead -- it was only the latter two she had come here to sate.
<p>It was not more than a few fox-lengths into the Tallpines, the timberyard that demarcated the extreme southern edge of ThunderClan territory, that Salomé sprung and caught her first squirrel. It only took a moment's notice between the first movements she spotted and the landing of the paws upon its neck; like any senior warrior, she operated more on instinct than on conscious planning or thought.
<p>After delivering the killing bite and watching its last movements fade until she was satisfied that it was indeed dead, she left its body unconsumed upon the pine needle-strewn ground, as if to communicate that she was not so desperate as to immediately consume the first prey she caught. Then, Salomé simply hovered over it, her gaze settling disinterestedly upon the distant woodlands ahead.
<p>With the warm sun above, a meal below, and righteously irritated warriors ahead, she was in no hurry to go anywhere.</div>
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<p>It was not like Salomé to ask for help.
<p>The silver-furred wanderer paused before the abandoned pet store BloodClan called home, and examined it with a jaded eye. Everything in this part of the city spoke of death, even the pet store; the painted facade was chipped and pealing, the sidewalks sprung weeds, the glass windows were knocked out and letting in drafts.
<p>She visited the city rarely, this abandoned part even less often. There were no twolegs to rob from and no kittypets to exploit, after all. There was only BloodClan, who she knew as a bunch of braggarts who were more trouble then they were worth.
<P>And yet here she was.
<P>Salomé did not respect BloodClan, but she was forced to admit their power as an adversary to the Clans. Loners, wanderers like herself, were legendarily ineffective at organizing; those who longed for a community to belong to usually surrendered themselves to the Clans. She liked it that way, and liked knowing that the cats she met on the trail were typically independent types like herself. BloodClan was the sole exception of the rule that she knew of.
<P>To have nothing asked of her and to ask for nothing in return except for perhaps a night's companionship -- this was the typical loner's life, and it was one she was well-suited for. Until now, anyway. Things had changed, and she needed a community to call upon. An army, perhaps. BloodClan fit the bill -- <i>if,</i> that was, they were more impressive than she remembered them to be.
<p><i>Well,</i> she thought wryly, her gaze still set upon their "camp's" pitiable facade, <i>time to call upon the army</i>. Salomé leapt up to scratched at the door frame and let out a yowl. <b>"Anyone home?"</b> Some Clan to let her walk right up to their base like that. She was starting to doubt if anyone lived here at all.</div>
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<p>A splash, a silver flash of paws striking water, a scaled creature flopping desperately on the shore.<p>
Salomé stared down at her kill, nose wrinkling. Is one fish enough to last you until the Highstones? She spoke to herself in the same nagging tones as a mother trying to persuade her child to put a coat on before going outside. Doubtful.<p> The loner set aside the satchel of herbs she'd been carrying between in her jaws -- colorful, aromatic plants chosen more for their aesthetic appeal than their utility, like lemon balm and lavender -- held her breath, and, after a moment's hesitation, dove headfirst into the river. She emerged seconds later clutching a shimmering bass in her maw, the silver fur on her head soaked black. There, she affirmed, throwing the second catch onto her pile, that'll be enough.<p>
Salomé carefully unraveled the rhubarb leaf carrying the herbs, along with a selection of claw-marked sticks, and swept them to the side with her paw. Then, she placed the two fish at the center of the leaf and rolled the package back up before picking it up again with her jaws. Sunhigh, she noticed, taking one last glance up at the sky. It's only a short way from here into WindClan territory and then -- if I keep moving -- I'll make it to the Highstones by nightfall. That was, if no one tried to interrupt her first.<p> </div>
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