Shadows of the Past...

[{ tessa }]

OOC: Omg I'm finally rping. Shocker.

Not a sound can be heard from the old manor tonight. If one were to walk by now, they'd probably think it to be deserted. After all, who would enter here, the old ominous home of FireClan? Most cats probably thought it was haunted. As for Tiki, she had yet to be convinced. Skeptism and curiousity draw her here to night, and it is for that reason that the brilliantly spotted golden she-cat sits sihlouetted in one of the manor's windows. She is alone and she is silent, her reddish amber eyes sweeping the dusty area. It is old and creeky. FireClan must have lived here long ago, and the two-legs even longer. She wonders vaguely why the two-legs even left in the first place. Some rumors said that a murder had been commited here. Tiki smirks. Humans were so simple-minded, especially the ones she lived with. They'd never do such a thing. And if a two-leg who lived here, it was probably just an act of violence. The two-leggers never seemed to think anything out. Still, they might yet be useful.

She looks around, wondering what ever happened to the last desendents of FireClan. They aren't here anymore, that was one thing Tiki knew for certain. Their scent is stale, the odor of blood nearly gone. Seeing as most cats think it haunted, its a good place to think. Maybe she can even use this as...a headquarters of sorts. Since it'd be impossible to get anything done in her two-leg garden.

[Roxie !]

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xx.Always the best [[d i s.guise]]

A license to [[de. f i l e]].xx

<sub>A dark shadow stalked the cornfields of the farming land; paw by paw it slunk, concealed by the grass around it. Hazy blue-gray eyes swiveled as if the feline contemplated every step she took. Occasionally, the femme would glance over her shoulder with narrowed eyes, as if to make sure she was not being followed. This was indeed her purpose. With times becoming more tense, her Clan did as well. BloodClan's state now-a-days could almost be described as paranoid. Every cat was suspected to be a traitor, even the Clan's deputy, it seemed. And although Juliet's loyalties wouldn't...couldn't waver, she tended to be a bit less blood-thirsty and reckless than most BloodClanners did. Such differences would obviously make her stand out in those foolish cats' minds. And if she were seen here, alone without authorization, so far from her home territory, it would definately raise some questions...and unsheathe some claws.

So what exactly was Juliet doing out here? The answer was one of her best guarded secrets, a personal matter between the leader and herself. She had been watching her sister and kits, the family that she had been forced under threat to leave behind. The family that now thought her dead. But it had to be that way, for everyone's safety. Besides that, what would they think of her now? The deputy of the most ruthless Clan in the forest. Her sister would tell her that it wasn't worth this much just for their kin's sake, that Juliet shouldn't have done it. But the deputy knew there could be no other alternative. She couldn't betray BloodClan to watch her own sister, neices and nephews be slaughtered, knowing that it was all her fault. No, watching them from afar would have to suffice.

Juliet sighed softly, and for a brief moment, her eyes softened. They all looked so happy together...those kits had grown so much, they'd be apprentices if they were clan-cats. But it was best not to think about the past. Too much pain. So she tilted her chin defiantly and walked on, back toward BloodClan territory. Conveniently, she had chosen the longer route, unwilling to reunite with her Clan just yet.

The sun sank lower in the sky, and shadows were cast upon the land.

Out of the corner of her eye, movement caught her attention. Juliet tensed, eyes flicking toward the source. Just barely, the sihlouette of a spotted feline could be made out...and whoever it was had perched themselves on one of the lower windows of the old manor. It was a rare thing that someone dared to enter FireClan's old territory. The place had been the site of much bloodshed, and many believed that it was still home to angry spirits, or that FireClan descendents still lurked there. So who was this disrespectful intruder?

Eyes narrowed, Juliet changed course abruptly, ears flicking in irritation as she padded soundlessly toward the site. Fur bristling, she stalked toward the scene suspiciously. Stepping out of the dry grass only partially, she glared up at the cat. Instantly detecting a distinctive scent, Juliet couldn't help but hiss softly.

"Kittypet," She growled. "Do you even know where you are?"

It was typical that a kitty-pet would be ignorant of the past of this place, merely seeing it as a place to lounge about lazily. She had half a mind to claw the other she-cat's tail which flicked down from the window. But Juliet's voice was kept carefully neutral, as always. She couldn't let even a flicker of emotion give way at any time. It came as second instinct. In BloodClan, she was distant, but pretended to be happy. And with everyone else? They'd get the cold barrier that Juliet had so carefully built up all her life.</sub>

[] No one cares how you feel.

[{ tessa }]

OOC: Of course ^.^ Izz for anyone and =)

IC: Tiki does not move even as she detects the unmistakable scent of BloodClan. Let them find her here. Perhaps they could have a little chat...and she could work them all to her advantage. After all, what would they suspect? To them, she is only a kittypet. Which made things that much easier. But this BloodClan cat seemed to be alone, unusual. Tiki knows that the band of rogues and former kittypets that called themselves a Clan usually traveled together when outside their precious territory. Scouting for their leader no doubt. So what brings this one here? She thinks, flicking her tail back and forth.

Now the BloodClan cat seems to have spotted her, unless it has come deliberately to talk to her in the first place. Seems unlikely, unless the cat is planning to attack her. Tiki sighs. So predictable. But this cat, a she-cat judging from her scent and voice, does not attack her. At least, not yet. She merely speaks, and Tiki surpressing a chuckle at the angry indignance in her tone. This cat seemes to resent her for her kittypet status. Hypocrites, the lot of 'em. But Tiki knows she must play the part of innocent kittypet, as always. For now.

"Oh, goodness, I'm sorry!" She mews, turning so that she has a better view of this cat. A thin, dark tabby she-cat with an icy cold stare. Tiki smirks, playing it off for a tiny, innocent smile. "This is a housefolk manor, the cats that called themselves 'FireClan' lived here once, am I correct? Oh, but I was under the assumption that they had all been...ahem...exterminated. Are you one of them?" She blinks politely at the other cat. Of course, she recognizes the scent as BloodClan's. But let this cat think her to be a stupid, ignorant, kittypet. She'd be playing right into Tiki's paws.