[ Redeye ]
Tom • 24 Moons • Future DuskClan Warrior
Location: Park • Mentions: (D) None - OPEN / (ID) Shadow

The sky was inky black, nearly starless save for the moon, large and full in the sky. Redeye’s white pelt was stark and noticeable under what little light the night offered, his red gaze bright and sparking with intrigue. He recalled two days previous, when a black tom with mismatched eyes had approached him on the streets, urging him and others to meet in the park. The other cats around him had scoffed, rejecting the request with suspicious glances and flattened ears. Redeye however was a curious sort. What could this cat have to say?

Once he had reached the park’s center he sat back on his haunches, long tail curling neatly around his paws while he waited for either the black tom to appear from the darkness or the arrival of another kindred soul. Redeye doubted he would be the only cat who wished to know what the strange tom had to offer. He'd hinted at a new way of life, and while the word 'better' hadn't entered the conversation Redeye was one to consider anything new or different better at this point. Could anything be worse than the life he and the other Twolegplace cats already lived? Ripping one another to shreds over resources, struggling to survive on their own every day?

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[ Eyesore ]
She-Cat • 53 Moons • Future DuskClan Warrior
Location: Outside Park • Mentions: (D) None - OPEN / (ID) Shadow, Redeye

A single blue eye narrowed, its owner obscured among the branches of a tree overhanging the park, her mottled fur blending well with the bark. Curved claws sank deep into the wood beneath her paws, steadying the scarred she-cat as she hid herself among the leaves. She had clawed herself up to her current perch as the sun sank beneath the horizon, barely moving an inch as the sky blackened and the moon rose to bathe the park in dim silver light. She had yet to meet the black tom who was gathering cats, but rumors spread quickly and she had overheard the gossip around town enough times to want to see the meeting for herself.

A flash of white caught out of the corner of her eye saw her icy gaze following a pale, lanky tom as he glided across the stretch of grass leading to the meeting area. It seemed he was the first to arrive, besides herself, and she was in no hurry to introduce herself just yet. Eyesore was an observer above all else and preferred to keep out of sight until she decided whether or not she wanted to involve herself in any given situation. The tom seated himself near the front of the proposed gathering though he was alone, like a beacon to anyone else who might soon be approaching. His light pelt was hard to miss even from this distance.

[ Pyro ]
Tom • 24 moons • Future DuskClan Deputy
Location: Outside Park Mentions: (D)- None/Open (ID)- Shadow, Redeye

As Pyro approached the park on swift, steady paws, all that could be seen of him was his rich amber eyes. It must be an odd sight, he reflected, to see a pair of eyes running towards you in the night. He slowed his pace, then came to an abrupt halt outside the park. He was cautious, of course, though the cat that had approached him with offers of a 'new way of life' and seemed genuinely sincere, he was still distrustful of the others that may arrive. Pyro paced for a few moments, the moon now alighting on his pelt and making his anxious form become quite easy to see.

With a heavy sigh, Pyro slipped into the park, piercing the soft grass with his claws and determined not to show his fear, however slight it may be. His eyes roamed the park, and spotted only one other waiting there. The other tom's pelt was light, and Pyro kept his eyes trained on him. His ears pricked, he crept closer to the front of the gathering area, finally settling a little ways away from the tom. He curled his tail around his paws, and as he stopped moving, he resembled a carved statue; his chest couldn't even be seen heaving with breath.

Badger • Female/She-cat • Future Duskclan Apprentice • Location: Outside of Park ~ Park • Mentions: [Direct] None, [Indirect] Redeye, Pyro

Badger silently stalked through the unkept grass. The bitter smell of other cats hit her nose, and she raised her head, yellow eyes glittering like the Silverpelt above. She observed with silence, soon deciding to climb a tree. She pierced her claws into the soft, damp wood. She jumped up the side of the tree, reaching the branches of the fir tree. She watched, but the smell of cats still burnt her nose. She wanted to switch spots, because this branch wasn't too strong, and it made a strange feeling inside of her burn. Perhaps this was her 'feral instincts'? Like how her littermates used to tease her when she wanted to run out of the house folk's house? She sure hoped so. She was so hungry, from at least three days of trying to hunt, but failing.

She sighed and put her thoughts about being a feral cat to sleep, but continued watching. She could smell the tension coming from herself. She wanted to pounce down, and attack those cats. If only she knew how to do anything but a swipe with her paws.

Variegate
Tom • 38 Moons • Duskclan Warrior
Location: Park | Mentions: Redeye, Shadow [Indirectly]

To a two-legs, the night seemed to swallow the urban landscape. The moon cast a dim light across everything, but to them, it remained dark. The two-legs seemed to dislike the night. They scurried back to their dens and gathering spots and would remain there, surrounded by their kind. Night wasn't their time. Night was the time for cats. In the full moon light, the whole world seemed bright and clear. Perhaps it would be a sign of the future of this gathering.

On quite paws, Variegate made his way towards the park. He slipped through the shadows and over the pavement until pavement gave way to dirt and grass. The plants grew wildly here. Trees stretched above, their limbs untrimmed and sprawling. Amongst the branches were the bright eyes of cats like a strange ceiling of stars. The grass below hid cats too, their pelts creating colour in the greenery. Variegate eyed the various cats in the gathering. Most seemed tense, in one way or another. Tension started fights far too often. He decided to settle nearby a slender white cat with strange red eyes. He didn't mind the oddness of the cat. He was an oddity himself after all.

As more and more cats began to gather, Variegate wondered when the meeting would get started. He was usually a patient cat, but the streets had taught him that groups caused trouble and this group was growing larger by the minute. His stumpy tail flicked uncertainly. He was about to leave when he noticed a lean black cat heading towards the center of the gathering. As he turned to face the crowd, Variegate noticed the odd coloured eyes and the small white patch. He'd not seen the cat himself, but he'd heard the description from others. This must be Shadow, the reason they were all here. Variegate settled back on his haunches and perked his ears. Time to listen to what this cat had to say.

Pyro || 24 Moons || Future DuskClan Deputy || Tom || Location: Park || Mentions: Shadow

Pyro's first and foremost thought was that this tom, Shadow, was undeniably a great leader. Every word that flowed from his tongue made perfect sense to the young tom, who was beginning to long for a life he had never stepped paw in. Yes, Shadow was right. They were meant to be free; they were meant to run under the moon and feel the forest dirt under their paws. This sheltered city life no longer appealed to Pyro. Now, he wanted far more- a future in the forest, alongside Shadow and whoever else may choose to join him. The night seemed to still around him as he made his decision; he no longer heard the cricketsong nor the shuffling of the others around him.

He rose to his paws, unfurling himself from a stock-still position, and stretched. His ears pricked, Pyro padded forwards to Shadow, dipping his head in respectful greeting. "I have listened carefully to what you have said, and I believe that this new way of life is one I would like to join you in. Becoming a warrior alongside you would be an honour," he said humbly; though he may have seemed pompous to onlookers, Pyro was simply attempting to show his respect for the other cat. He stepped back after a moment, flicking his gaze to the other cats around him. How many others would choose to join?

Pyro || 24 Moons || Future DuskClan Deputy || Tom || Location: Park || Mentions: Shadow, Subira

Pyro's gaze flickered over to the tall she-cat, who seemed incredibly intent on getting Shadow on his lonesome. As he studied her, he felt a sense of suspicion curl in his chest- perhaps it would be wise to keep an eye on her. Though he knew it was likely an unwise idea to start off distrusting of others, he had been that way his entire life, and though Shadow spoke with undisguised enthusiasm, this she-cat seemed to pick her words cleverly. Pyro turned his attention back to Shadow, a polite smile gracing his features.

"How would this 'Clan' work?" Pyro questioned, his head cocked curiously. "Are each of us equals, or are there certain positions one must fill? Do we all do the exact same thing?" Despite his slight misgivings about the other cats, Pyro could not hide his curiousity, nor his eagerness to belong to a group. Having been on his own for so long had developed in him a sort of loneliness, one he thought could be filled with the company of cats like Shadow- brave, intelligent cats, those that could challenge both his intellectual and physical boundaries. His tail twitched in excitement, his pelt ruffled and spiked around his neck. Yes, try as he might, Pyro could not contain his inquisitive nature.

Badger • Female/She-cat • Future Duskclan Apprentice • Location: Outside of Park ~ Park • Mentions: [Direct] Shadow, etc. [Indirect] None.

Badger slunk down the large fir tree. Yellow eyes glittered, daring and inquisitive. Badger dropped low to the ground, her soft underbelly hair brushing the grass. The moon glowed, fat and full. It's yellow coloration poured out onto the park, a picnic table holding a shadow. She slunk toward it, but her eyes held something deeper. She didn't dare trust this tom, he seemed very leaderlike, but she had learned long ago that other cats, especially rogues. "Uh...Are you the rogue they speak of? The one gathering all shapes and sizes for a group, a...Clan?" Young, eager eyes came quickly toward the tom, the grey outline of a cat visible in the dark.

"Or are you going to ambush me...Is this some kind of trap?" Muscles, small but visible, appeared on the legs of the young she-cat. Her lithe stature clearly held some muscles, even if they were small. She bitterly took in a breath, untrusting and very aggressive. She was young, but she hoped this showed the tom she was not looking for any trouble. She just wanted somewhere to belong. Her housefolk disappeared three nights ago, but she still reeked of the dirty smell of housefolk. She hoped it wasn't too evident in the air. She had heard of 'kittypets' being teased in the wild once they got out.

Demeter
She-cat • 53 Moons • Duskclan Warrior
Location: Park | Mentions: Shadow

Demeter wasn't a social cat. She didn't actively avoid others, but she didn't seek them out either. She should have been content to ignore this get together, and yet, there she was. She'd kept to the outskirts of the crowd for the most of it, but found herself creeping forwards as the black cat spoke. He talked of honor, of safety, but she knew better. Her clan had spoken much the same until it was too late to back out. They'd made her prove herself. They'd made her siste- Demeter shook her head. She had to bury to past, but she wouldn't let others fall into this trap.

With confident pawsteps, she approached Shadow. He was flanked by two other cats who seemed confident in joining the clan. She couldn't blame them. Promises of safety, food, and unity were tantalising for cats who'd lived on the street. Even kittypets found the idea of a clan alluring, the chance for them to shed their dependence and give in to a wilder nature. With desperation came desperate measures. Demeter came to rest a few lengths away from the black cat. Her stance was wide, her tail flicking, she was ready for the worst, she had to be.
"You talk about this clan as a haven, but how can we trust you? A clan can so quickly become a gang," she tilted her body to show her scarred pelt, "as I've already discovered. What guarantee can you provide that this wont be the same?"