++ my M A S K grows h e a vy

[-.Virus // Cain.-]

Late evening settled across the dusty expanse of the rogue meadow. Then from the depths, two shadows. And a certain loudness.

“Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Where's my Samurai

I've been searching for a man
All across Japan
Just to find
To find my samurai

Someone who is strong
But still a little shy
Yes I need
I need my samurai

Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm Your little butterfly
Green, black an-”

“Gah! Shut up Virus!” Tackle! Pounce! The silver and black tom rolled the strikingly marked little tabby female, sending her with an ‘oof’, right across the Boneclan border. The tom stopped almost immediately, silver-tinted yellow eyes looking across, looking around, seeking, searching. All was silent. There was no scent on the breeze. Yet he was aware of being watched, and he sat down, remaining on the unclaimed side of the border. Cain really wasn’t from this valley, his markings were bold and vivid and not something normally seen around here, his scent from far off lands, wild, unique. He sought to kill the heiress of the leader of Junonclan’s rival, but the tom wasn’t having much luck so far in finding her. It appeared she had some company now, so he had picked up a rogue remale after he saw her take down three toms almost twice her size. Fate be damned, she was completely insane tho.

The bold tabby was small, but her body was the full size of a normal cat her age. Her legs were sturdy, stumpy little things, and she had no tail. A Manx with Ragdoll legs. She rolled back to her paws with a bubby, high, certainly mad laugh, her amber eyes burning with a certain mad light that never went away. “EhehhehehehhhhhehehehehhhEEEEE! Too scared to cross Cain? Scaredy cat scaredy cat scaredy cat~” She taunted mercilessly, dancing back and forth and physically taunting the tom, trying to get him to budge and come across the border.

Cain shook his head. A quite cunning character Virus could be, when she had her more lucid moments and wasn’t so mad. “Don’t be a fool. We might be looking to meet the leader of this clan, but crossing his borders and running around his territory like chickens with our heads chopped off is surely not a convenient way to make a good impression.” He needed allies, beyond this mad cat. And both of them could be capable warriors to fight under Bane’s helm. He worried about Virus tho. Although she was mad, he had seen just how manipulative and cunning she could be, and if she turned against Boneclan...it was troubling. He didn't want to be blamed for any misdeeds on her part and killed with her should she take that path.

[Bane]

"He speaks the truth. Yet singing songs and laughing hysterically is not advisable either."

Bane's voice came before his body as always. He stepped through the shadows, his large body silhouetted against the darkness that always engulfed BoneClan territory. There he sat, his large paws poised, and tail wrapping elegantly around him.

"State your names, please. You are here for acceptance, no?"[/size]

sorry about the shortness.

[-.Virus // Cain.-]

Cain had known the black leader was there, the silver-flecked yellow eyes lifting enough to settle firmly, unwavering on the tom. “It’s no use trying to say that to her.” Honestly it was, and lo and behold the silver and black tabby had tried. There was no talking to the short mad she-cat, she lived life how she wanted to and hell help the cat to try to stop her from doing so. “I am Cain, and yes, I seek admittance. I know the story of the soon-to-be war of this valley, and although I do not mean to remain within long after my own order has been fulfilled, my claws and teeth with fight for your clan.” His tail lashed, a flick and a raise, and he shrugged, fur rippling over his muscles, “I do not speak for my companion.”

“Ehahahahahahh ickle black tommie needs to lighten up!” The brought tabby female bounded around the Boneclan leader in a circle, her rump waggling as if she had an invisible tail attached and was trying to waggle it in joy. It made a comical sight, not that she seemed to have the brain function to realize it. Or, maybe it was all an illusion crafted for a fool cat to fall into. Virus was quite manipulative, and quite mad. A deadly combo. “S’name’s Virusssss eheheeh. Fightin’s me game. Killing too.” The cat wasn’t boasting either, that was clear. She was small and compact, not like the lithe and graceful and quick fighters that normally made up most clans. In fact her physique was different then most of the cats around, Virus was muscled heavier on her forequarters like a pit brawler, and it was just as clear that those short legs of her, and large paws, could deliver some crushing blows to another cat if she placed full force behind them. She stopped her lopsided circling around Bane, grinning widely, and plunking her fore-end down, hind-end rose up in the air.