- Five Minutes Away From Insanity (Open)

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- Chimera // Loner




Chimera sighed quietly as she strolled forward, her eyes slowly flicking around and ones of her tail tips twitching slightly in nervousness. She was a skinny little feline and it was a surprise she had even made it this far in her life. Almost every one of her rips showed and her skin clung to her bones to show her nutritional health wasn't on one of the best levels. How had she let it get this bad? She hadn't given up, that was for sure.. But how had she let her health get to this? A declawed loner searching for what might be left of an old mouse carcass.. Anything really. That was just how desperate she was now. She might have faired well when she had first started this out but it had just seemed to get worse and worse each day.

"What are you doing with your life now days Chimera?" She whispered softly to herself, her eyes laying softly back against her head and eyes glancing away from the river that mirrored her as she passed by it. "You had your chance at a good life.. You had a good life once," She breathed quietly, briefly closing her eyes and bristling in annoyance at the thought of it. "How long did it even last? A month? Two." She shook her head softly, cringing away from the imaginary voice in her mind that sneered at her.

"You're not normal. You're not worthy. You don't deserve a good life. You deserve the one you're living now, mutant. Half starved and declawed." It was right.. She was far from normal. Normal cats didn't have imaginary voices that spoke to them. "Now isn't the time." She growled softly, blinking and briefly letting her eyes blink and flick up to catch a glimpse of the character her mind had made up. The transparent image of a black and white she-cat, narrowing her eyes at her and sneering.

"Now is the perfect time, Chimera." She was chortling. "No it isn't Amethyst! It's never the time!" She grumbled to the figure of her imagination, shoving past the unreal character. Her mind had made one up, either from being pushed around so much as a kitten, or from the lack of contact with any other cats.. Then again maybe it was hallucination from the lack of food... No. It wasn't that. Amethyst had started appearing and sneering a few moons after the house fire. It was just another sign to show how she was going crazy. "Just shut up for a few minutes so I can find food so we both don't die." She breathed.




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Masquerade ;;  

"You're looking like you need a but more than food to keep that skinny carcass moving. Honestly dear, you look half dead from where I'm standing." Masquerade commented airily, leaping down from her perch on top of an old box. The long-furred white she-cat blinked her mismatched eyes in silent contemplation as she examined the scrawny female in front of her. It wasn't normal to talk to yourself, and Masquerade had been stalking around long enough to hear this female do exactly that on several occasions. The Republic cat was curious but not hostile, eager to find out to what use she could put this female.

"Who might you be, dear?" She purred, gliding around the stranger on graceful laws, her thick, feathered tail brushing along the dirty ground. Almost as an after thought, she lifted it of the ground and left it curving like a question mark in the air. Her eyes, red and blue were large in her delicate face, framed by long lashes as she smiled in what she hoped was a comforting way. Masquerade was young herself, only twenty moons and not motherly in the least, but she was definitely more at home here than this female, which also gave her control of the conversation and what would follow. That was what she expected to happen, so it would. She didn't get to be one of the Chancellor's secret police for letting things get away from her.

Nobody was after the bag of bones, so Masquerade doubted she was an intruder and she didn't exactly seem lost; at least not in the physical sense. She definitely didn't have the air of a republic cat herself though, so a guest or new recruit, perhaps a prisoner though they currently weren't holding many. Besides, she was out here. No matter the case, she decided that if it were at all possible, she'd keep the fact that she was part of the Republic a secret. Perhaps she'd be able to compel this obviously scared she-cat to trust her. That would make everything easier. "What on earth are you doing in a ghastly place like this?"

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[Shads]

Gray steely eyes watched from a concealed hiding place as two she-cats began to interact. The one closest to him, the one talking to herself, they had never seen before. But the white one, now she they had seen. She was a cat with the Republic, a group that threatened the survival of another group called The Elite. The eyes watched as the white one jumped down from an old box and began conversing with the she-cat. The ebony ears that went along with the emotionless eyes were just far enough away that they could not hear. So a ink-like form slithered in the shadows, making it's way closer until the ears could hear.

What on earth are you doing in a ghastly place like this?

That was the white she-cat speaking. The mind that controlled all of these body parts called himself Azrael, leader of the Elite. He was known throughout these parts, infamous if you may. He was said to kill all he set his eyes upon and drink their blood. He was rumored to have raped many she-cats, leaving them for dead in alleyways. He did not know who the hell was going around using his name, but none of these things were true. He only killed those who attacked first, and he had never been disrespectful to a she-cat. And yet, his reputation proceeded him, making it hard to have cats trust him. He enjoyed his family, though, his growing little group. They were all he had left, and that was all he cared about.

He debated whether or not to interrupt the two she-cats. Part of him wanted to, just to see their reaction. He doubted the Republic she-cat would like it too much, but he honestly did not really care. He arose out of the shadows, in which his raven colored pelt had blended in beautifully. He padded up in front of the white she-cat, his body parallel to the second. God she looked more awful up close. She really was nothing but bones. A smile appeared on his face, though it looked misplaced. With his gray eyes always emotionless, it was hard to gain the trust of cats, especially cats like the white one. He did not know her name, but he knew of her. I think the question you should be asking is what is she doing out here alone? You know of the dangerous cats that stalk these alleys. He winked his right eye so the scrawny one could not see. He was talking about her being a Republic, and he wondered slightly if she would understand. But I bet you know all about protecting cats, don't you, little miss soldier for the Republic. His inky tail reached out and tapped under her chin. HIs voice was deep and smooth, like melted chocolate flowing out. If were not for his reputation, he was sure he would have many mates by now. Not that he wanted any.

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CHIMERA -

Chimera let out a small breath as she got ready to be on her way in search of, most likely, anything to eat, though she suddenly paused in her tracks and bristled when she heard Masquerade's voice. "I-" She paused in hesitation, her intermingling colored ears of black and orange laying back against her head while her mismatched eyes of yellow and blue frantically searched somewhere to stare at, which would either be a tree or the ground at her paws. "You tremble when this cat isn't even a threat. What kind of cat are you?" The voice sneered, making Chimera cringe slightly until her eyes unwillingly flickered upward to meet the new she-cats face. "Chimera." She answered the first question, ignoring the statement that she practically looked half dead. She knew she did and there was no hiding it.

"And I was just leavin', I suppose. To hunt." Not hunt. To scavenger. She couldn't hunt, that much was apparent when it came to sights like Chimera. Hunting was one of her weaker points. Sure she had the teeth to kill with but she didn't have the claws to snatch with, and that was one of the first things that were needed when it came to stalking and hunting. She stood a little straighter to try and compose her posture. No one on this earth would have ever believed that she used to be of a pure blood line of pure breeds. No way no how.

She was a mess. She opened her mouth to state once again that she needed to get going but was cut off when a tom stalked up to stand at her side, so stealthily she hadn't even heard him approach until he spoke. She choked down a shriek of surprise, her fur bristling as she hurriedly inched herself away from the tom in an attempt to put room between them and find away to get away for a moment. She sighed shakily as she heard the toms words, her eyes looking down at the ground as she attempted to regain herself again and stay calm.

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Masquerade ;;  

Chimera...Chimera. Ah yes, she was remembering now. The little female that Hypocrisy and Crater had dragged home a few weeks back. How very amusing to find her out here now, if it was an escape attempt, she hadn't gotten very far. Then again, it wasn't like Crater to let his toys just walk away. Perhaps she was broken. Still she was going to downplay it if she could, be the healing balm for her wounds. She'd do better with the she-cat if she was trusted, rather than feared. Now if she could only teach the same lesson to a few of her comrades.

"Chimera? It's a pleasure to meet you." The white she-cat purred warmly, flicking her feathered tail up over the ground to curve around her paws. Red and blue eyes sparkled with carefully measured feelings of curiosity, kindness and a distance that allowed her to hide what she was really plotting. "You can call me Masquerade, dear." She added, finally introducing herself with a warm bob of her head. 

Faint amusement sparked in her gaze at Chimera's words. Rumor had it she had no claws, so hunting couldn't be ranked too highly on her skill list; though Masquerade had been proven wrong before. "Well yes, you do appear to be in desperate need of a good meal." She commented, leveling her voice to a believable amount of sympathetic generosity. "You wouldn't have any qualms about me helping out, now would you dear?" Came the question, innocent only to those that did not know the true Masquerade, it was all in the name really.

Her nose scrunched up in distaste as another scent invaded her nose, though she smoothed her features over again quickly enough. "Dangerous cats like you?" She challenged airily, lifting her head and stepping closer to Chimera as if she meant to protect her. She was really staking her claim, she'd found the she-cat first and had no intention of letting her waltz away on the paw of some tom. She lifted her chin smoothly away when he tapped it, contempt and anger flashing momentarily in the depths of her eyes. So the tom knew who she was, or rather, where she was from. It made her plans more complicated now, and she'd need to punish this tom later on for that.

"Yes, because I bet you're such a saint yourself." Masquerade retorted dryly, her tail whipping around to flick the tom on the nose. 

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