-:-Heartless Wanders-:-

[Sabrestar]

"Oh, and to think you are mocking your former Leader! Such a shame, Bane, you would have made an excellent Deputy; furthermore, future Leader. But it seems to me now that you are just the leader of a band of uncivilized rogues and cannibals. You surprise me."

Sabrestar purred smoothly, completely unphased by the mockery Bane shot at her. She didn't care that he was making fun of her for her small size - in fact, it made her laugh. Most cats that made crude comments about her body structure were usually killed. (:

Wasn't Bane smarter than that, knowing that size has absoloutely no play in the game of fight?

Perhaps she was overestimating the tom.

"Such comments are uneeded, my friend. I thought you were smarter than this."

Her long whiskers flicked, smooth limbs swiftly shifting as the Duskclan Leader rose to her paws, the rain failing to a faint drizzle. Sabrestar tipped her head into a mocking half-bow.

"G'day, Bane, Leader of Boneclan."

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[.::Umberwings]

[*pokes for Harrow to see*]

[harrow]

Harrow stopped at Bane's comment, and put his rabbit down. He listened to Sabrestar's words. "Normally," He said acidly, "I wouldn't. But I'm not exactly stupid enough to attack... Bane I think it is?" He said, recalling what the beautiful black she-cat had called him, "And a cannibal. Secondly," He continued, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws, "I was a kittypet, was. Ran away because the life bored me and my denmate was rather... Annoying. Put an end to him I'm afraid. Don't his teeth make my collar look stunning?"

Harrow blinked slowly as he watched them, "And I never exactly said I wanted to join your 'Boneclan' anyway, you just thought I wanted to." He tilted his head to one side, "But maybe I do," Unwrapping his tail, Harrow stood up again, "Or maybe I don't." He lowered his head to pick up the rabbit, "Over anything though, I'd rather be on your side than my own."

[.::Umberwings]

[That's alright, it was an easy mistake to make.]

“Join.”

Heartless prodded the tom with one paws, claws retracted, before standing to her full height. Although she was no small dainty little thing, she was lean and quick. Muscles rippled under that sand-colored pelt, and her pale blue hues glimmered with eagerness.

“Accept.”

She wanted to join Bane’s ‘BoneClan’. He promised her more kills; more blood. She lived for the blood.

“Kill trespassers?”

The question was a simple enough one, and the first time she had spoken more than one word at a time while in Bane’s presence.

“Eat them?”

[Bane]

Bane gave a short snort, turning around as Sabrestar finally left them in peace. His attention focused firstly on the kittypet as he explained the reason for his collar. His single emerald eye remained emotionless, lowering himself slowly onto hind paws and pausing to observe him for a moment. He wasn't sure whether to hate this tom for allowing himself to be a kittypet, or like him for escaping from it - and from the sounds of it doing away with his denmate. He didn't reply straight away, his ears twitching as the cannibal spoke though not taking his gaze away from the other tom.

"Well when you make up your mind, tell me. I'll need more proof of your skills however, more than just killing some 'denmate' and using his teeth to stud your collar. Killing is one thing, but fighting is another."

He explained in a rather bored tone, before turning his attention to the she-cat, Heartless. She seemed unable to speak more than one or two words at a time. Slightly odd, but oh well. Atleast it was the same language.

"Welcome to BoneClan, Heartless. Any trespassers can be your dinner - but make sure you spare the ones who might be searching for a place in BoneClan. Serve me well, or you'll be the one we'll be eating."

He warned, not even a cunning grin to accompany it. Back to the kittypet - or former kittypet.

"Made up your mind yet, tom?"[/size]

[harrow]

Harrow thought for a moment, "True, true. They are different things. I'm sad to say the stupid mutt didn't put up much of a fight though. It was one of those stupid dogs that likes to play." The tom passed his tongue over his lips, as if remember the flavor, "Ah, well, I put and end to that."

The feline looked at the rabbit before him, and lifted a paw then brought it down in a slashing motion, destorying the frail frame of the rodent even more. "As for proof of my skills," Harrow said, lifting his eyes to Bane, "I have nothing to show. That is basicly up to you." A toxic grin spread across his maw before it was hidden by his paw. There was blood on his pawpads, and Harrow didn't want to waste it.

[Bane]

(-lazy'd- I'm extra busy with coursework at the moment, so can't make the time to post. If it's okay, I shall just say Harrow is accepted. <3)