W I L D C L A N
CHARMSHAKE
Rank: Warrior Tags: Móinéarmilis, Coypond
Typical of WildClan. Coyotestar refusing to come, the Clan too scared to argue, her group sneaking out.. nothing new. She kept to her friends, sticking together while they skirted the outskirts of the Gathering. Ugh, it smelled horrible, and that was coming from somecat who had spent their entire life in a city. Maybe she should've listened to her oh-so-wonderful leader, for once that she-cat had some lick of sense. But when her gaze landed on a pair of mysterious cats, all doubt was washed from her mind. "Вот!" Charmshake called, swiftly taking off to join them.
She nodded as Softsprout and Milkpool split off, her tail briefly intertwining with Bellflower's as she flashed her a small smile. It quickly shifted to a mischievous smirk when they arrived, puffing her chest out and loudly interrupting. "Hello, friends!" She said, brushing up against the left side of Coypond. Bellflower flanked her on the right. It was a similar tactic they used to hunt prey, pawsteps in perfect unison. Even their tail movements mimicked eachother. "A pleasure to meet the two of you." Her accent laid thick through her deceitful expression.
BELLFLOWER
Rank: Warrior Tags: Móinéarmilis, Coypond
Bellflower remained seated, eyes on Charmshake as the other feline searched for something to do. Quiet wasn't her specialty, but she seemed to need it to concentrate. Ironically, though, she had managed to spot Móinéarmilis and Coypond before she had, but kept her muzzle shut upon seeing her excitement. She stood up, flexing her claws briefly. "Там." Simple Russian, taught to her specially by Charmshake. They used the uncommon language to converse in fights, training, camp.. and henceforth. The whole group had been given lessons from the only native speaker within WildClan. Of course, Russian wasn't the only other language back at camp, but it was the language only they knew. It made it fun. Sneaky. Devious.
If her seemingly mature stance had given off the impression of her being a levelheaded she-cat, than the skip in her step surely gave it away. The two in front of them sat like birds waiting to be caught, toyed with, and then devoured. What fun was a Gathering without a little trouble? Maybe something exciting would even happen. Another suggestive claw flex. A purr rumbled deep in her throat at the tail entanglement, dropping it as she stood in front of the others. "Friends?" Bellflower mocked, an exaggerated gasp breaking her purr. "These two look as awkward as a bat in daylight! All of this 'mingling' and yet.. they're here, alone. Ooh, you two are alone!" She flanked Coypond on her other side, giving her a bit of a rough bump. "I know why you're alone.. together! Charmshake, do you know why, too? Here I was, thinking that the mixing of two Clans was looked down upon! Do you two have no shame?"