GUARANTEED TO BLOW YOUR MIND! // OPEN, JOINING

[KILLER QUEEN]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]The small feline found itself on the beach, sand stuck in it's light pink fur. Hot pink eyes, wide and curious, ripe with youth, stared at the landscape. All hellfire, barren, ashen. And then it looked at the seas. Choppy, hateful. The remains of what was a boat were scattered around the small frame, the memory of the night before a blur. Storms, it's only dear friend becoming lost to the icy waters, and then itself becoming lost.

But now, the skies were clear. A nice, sunny day. And it's friend was not there. It was very attached to him, very loyal to him, and having him gone left a void in it's heart. But it shook it's head, and the feline unhooked the bandana that he had given it. Pulling the fabric away from it's neck and holding it up to look, eyeing the 'KILLER QUEEN' lettering to make sure it was still readable, the pink cat nodded and fastened the bandana around it's neck. It went to move, but halted as footsteps approached.

[METEOR]

METEOR

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The star-maned lion walked through the beach’s fine sand. His paws and hooves left their characteristic tracks behind, their daily proof of his morning patrol. So much of leadership required illusions and symbols, it was exhausting to consider them all. But leaving his unique footprints was one such symbol.

Meteor stopped when he drew close to the tiny feline. His golden eyes narrowed against the sunlight glaring off the ocean—and in suspicion. Ever since their raid on the larger group’s meeting, strangers washed up here. The Pitt’s visit he’d expected. But not the stragglers hoping to join.

“Do you know where you are, tiny queen?” Meteor asked. His lips curled up in an amused grin as he read the bandana’s lettering. “Is that a coincidence or are you a fan of our rituals?”

[KILLER QUEEN]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]It stared up at Meteor as he approached and spoke. It fully understood what he was saying, and very much disliked the 'Tiny Queen' comment, but it's face stayed a blank, curious slate. As for his question, it shrugged, looked back at the oceans, and then shrugged again as it looked back. Words would not come from it's little mouth, and it started to walk past Meteor. And it only got a few steps behind him before it stopped and turned back around.

Slowly, the oriental feline tilted it's head, magenta eyes gleaming.