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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle-1.png] The rain consistently pitter-pattered against the roofs. The dark, almost-black clouds loomed overhead. The rain didn't cease, not once. Instead, it just continued to rain, pouring down on the city of Hexasol and filling up the drains, causing them to overflow. It was obvious the rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Already the streets were beginning to fill with water, probably as deep as Florence's large paw. Nothing could get in the way of water. In the end, water always won. It may be slow, but water wore down and waited and was patient. Nothing could escape water if it tried hard enough. This was what Florence was thinking as she sat atop one roof and watched as animals scurried away, trying to find a place to hide. It would be unlikely for the water to rise as high as the room she was sitting on, so she stayed there, watching with a growing smirk at the flailing beasts. Idiots, they all were. The rain was soaking through Florence's pelt, drenching and darkening it, yet she didn't once shiver. Oh yes, she might be cold, but shivering was for ones lower than her. Florence didn't want to show a moment of weakness, even if there was no one on any roofs near her. With a sigh, she stood up and flexed her muscles, trying to get the feeling back into her legs, before she walked. The rooftops were so calming that Florence thought that she could stay there all day, pouncing from one roof to the other. It certainly made it a good show for anyone who was watching. As she jumped, her front two paws outstretched in the air, Florence felt on top of the world. She felt as though she was already the Queen of Hexasol. Oh, Florence could continue to wish so. With a thud, her large body landed on the next roof, and Florence noted the slipperiness of the ground. She'd have to be careful, otherwise she could fall. Padding towards the edge of the next room, Florence looked out with peeled eyes, trying to spot any imbeciles that weren't part of the Pride and were trying to escape onto the rooftops. Florence would gladly just push them into the swirling, frothy water and watch them scream. It was most satisfactory. Yet this time when Florence had jumped, she hadn't calculated just how slippery the floor might be, and her front two paws only just made it to the edge of the next roof. Angry and surprised, Florence began to scrabble franticly with her hind legs, trying to drag the lower half of her body up onto the roof. Down below was the shallow water that wouldn't cushion her fall at all if she fell. ooc; GYPSY TO THE RESCUEEEE DUN DUUUU DUUHHDUUUDHH

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He'd told them so.

He'd told them all. He'd tried to warn them about the water, tried to make them see. But nobody would listen to him. Oh no - there wasn't a single soul in this entire city who seemed to ever heed the warnings of the little cat, who was now walking tentatively across the ridge of a roof. All the while mumbling to himself, cursing the water for its cruelty, the inhabitants of the city for their ignorance, and the dandelion for misleading use of the word lion in its name. The cat walked like the ballet dancers the humans had once found so pleasing to the eye, barely touching the moist tiles with his paws - though the exaggerated way he lifted his legs high as if walking through snow, made the walk seem more ridiculous than gracious. Gypsy didn't care however, he was simply concerned with getting into as little contact with the hostile liquid as possible. Not that his efforts mattered much, that with the sheet of rain that had covered the city for what seemed like eternity, and soaked everything to the bone. At least today it had been reduced to a faint drizzle. Perhaps he'd actually avoid any fainting episodes or panic attacks today... that'd be a first. Since the storm had first marched its army of ever-dark clouds in to conquer the sky above Hexasol, Gypsy had lost count of the times his vision had gone black, as his mind shut down in an instinctive defense mechanism.

Suddenly a flash of gold caught his attention from the edges of his field of vision. A ray of sunshine in the midst of the darkness, a touch of summer in the middle of the winter. The head of the cat veered to the side so quickly, that he almost toppled over to roll down the roof. But the cat didn't even notice how near he had been to disaster, for his entire attention was centered on the creature that had caught his eye. His gaze followed the shape of the golden creature that jumped from roof to roof, and his eyes immediately lit up with recognition. No matter if hell came to earth or the heavens decided to come tumbling down - that feline Gypsy would always be able to recognize. There could be no mistake as to who this goddess-like being was, and as the leader of the Iris Pride soared through the air, the heart of the moth-eaten cat soared with her.

And just as it had soared, so did it plummet into the deepest depths of despair, as he watched the love of his life suddenly disappear over the ledge of a roof. The shape of the little cat stood frozen for a moment, before he let out a heart-breaking wail of despair and longing, and lunged into a sprint down the ridge of the roof.

Several times the cat lunged himself into empty space as he jumped from roof top to roof top, for once completely indifferent about his own safety, as he time after time barely managed to clear the edge of the roof. Powered by desperation it took him mere minutes to get to the spot where he had seen his goddess falter and disappear, and finally he cleared the last corner and was able to lay eyes on the lion - magnificent in her glory even when she was fighting for her life, trying to get back to the safety of the roof. "Fight! Fight my love!" the cat called to her as he skid along the slippery roof towards her, finally sliding to a stop but feet from her struggling shape. "Don't worry my love. I'm here, and I will protect you." With those words the little cat spun around his own axis, and lunged at the puddles of water that were to be found everywhere on the uneven roof. Water splashed around the cat as he attacked the puddles time after time, hissing and spitting as he darted back and forth in a half-circle around Florence's flailing shape. "Don't worry about me my goddess! Just get yourself to safety. I will hold back the foot soldiers of this army! I promise, nothing shall hurt you while there's till breath left in my lungs and blood in my veins." The cat jumped back as water splattered upon his body as a result of his own movements, before he once more hurtled himself forwards with a yell that would've been fierce... had it not been for the fact that it was a battle-cry that came from a little drenched cat fighting water puddles.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle-1.png] The pounding rain against her fur wasn't making it any easier as her hind legs desperate tried to gain some grip on the wall she was now hanging off. Everything was slippery and slimy, and Florence was pretty sure that she would fall. That was until a very familiar voice entered here ears, and Florence deflated, although letting go of the roof altogether, just so she wouldn't have to put up with the cat that was fast approaching. Perhaps Florence had already let go of the roof and had died and gone to hell, and that was the reason why she heard Gypsy's voice ringing inside her head. Could she not even escape the ghastly beast here? Gypsy may be a good spy, and gain plenty information for her, yet the fact that he was utterly infatuated with her just made Florence bristle. As she looked up to see the silver beast 'fighting' off the puddles, she sighed. He was a dull creature. If she told him to jump off the roof, he'd probably do it. Gaining enough energy to pull herself up onto the flat of the roof, she panted a little for breath, slightly embarrassed that Gypsy had to witness her at a moment of weakness. What would've happened if another cat, not a member of the Iris Pride, had come along and seen her? They'd probably have ripped her claws from the roof one by one, and that wouldn't have been a pretty site. Staring, unamused, she looked down at the motionless puddles. The rain was still splattering down on them, but Florence decided to stay put this time. She didn't want to jump to another roof until she deemed it safe enough. Well, Florence would probably send Gypsy to go first, just in case. He was disposable. Huffing, the Lioness approached the stupid feline, that looked soaked through from the rain. Long hair really didn't look good in the rain, and not only that but he stank like a wet dog. Wrinkling her nose, she glared down at the stupid feline, wanting nothing more than to drown him in the puddle he'd been splashing away at. "You fool," She hissed, lashing her tail angry, eyes full of fire, "I was perfectly capable of getting onto the ledge, yet all you wanted to do was splash puddles like an immature little kitten!"

[/color] She growled, almost lashing out at him, before she remembered that he was, unfortunately, better off alive. As much as Florence wanted to make Gypsy suffer for his idiocy, he was good with the spying, and seemed oddly knowledgeable in that field of work. Why, Florence would never know. He seemed dull in every other thing, apart from this.

As Florence thought about it, she remembered Gypsy once mentioning being afraid of water, and that made an evil smile appear on her lips as she thought about all the possible ways to frighten and annoy the Maine Coon. With one large paw, she splashed the puddle right back at Gypsy, despite him already being drenched. "You'd better have news for me, imbecile, otherwise I'm throwing you over the edge."[/color] Florence warned, jerking her head in the direction of the edge of the roof. It was a long drop down. How Florence longed to hear him yowling for mercy, but the likelihood was that he had news. Well, that was the next best thing. Florence relied on Gypsy to sort out the plans, and she was desperate on hearing some news from the rest of the Packs around the city.

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[¿ Taçhi ?]

{ Gypsy }

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As always Gypsy was completely oblivious to the fact that Florence hated his guts. Despite how many times the vicious lioness pushed around with him, threatened him, and verbally and physically abused him, Gypsy always returned her gaze with eyes that glowed with admiration, and everytime he saw her his features brightened like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day. Perhaps it wasn't so much that he didn't know that she considered him a bug that she couldn't be bothered to smack, as it was the fact that to him... it simply didn't matter. He didn't need her love, he simply needed to be allowed to love her. As long as the moth-eaten cat was allowed to walk in the shadow of this lioness - as long as he was allowed to serve his Goddess - he was the happiest cat on God's green Earth.

And this was the reason that there was a thin and soaked little cat, waiting with unblinking golden eyes, as Florence fought her way back on the roof. This was also the reason that the cat didn't even flinch as the furious lioness approached him with a gaze that could've melted flesh off bones. Instead, he simply met her eyes with even more (if such was possible) admiration written in every pore of his shabby being. At her words so filled with anger and annoyance, he simply smiled the smile of an overbearing authority figure - the attitude of a father who knows best, yet patiently listens to the ignorant ravings of his daughter, simply because he loves her. "Ah but of course I knew that you were able to get back on the roof - for your ability to protect yourself I need no proof. But there are visible dangers and those in-between, and I'll be the one to protect you from the ones unseen." As always happened when he spoke in rhymes, his voice took on sing-song qualities, the tone of his voice rising and falling as it followed the rhythm and beats of the words. Had he consciously thought about it, he might have avoided the rhymes, since he knew Florence hated when he did that... but then again, there wasn't much about him that the lioness did not hate.

When the large feline stomped her paw into the water, Gypsy flinched and immediately jumped backwards to avoid the droplets flying through the air. It went against all logic, since he was already soaked to the bone, his pelt clinging to his frail body and making him look (if possible) even more worn-out than usual. Like a carpet that had been walked on once too many times. But even if he was already wet, his instincts still screamed to him that he should put as much distance between himself and the liquid as possible. However, he knew he could not flee now when his Goddess needed him, so instead he simply crouched with his belly low to the ground, in an unsuccessful attempt to make his tiny body shrink and fall into itself. But he didn't voice any complaints at all, nor felt any annoyance that the leader should tease him with his phobia in this way. Instead he dipped his head in a submissive manner, as if she was a queen of old and he her servant. Large golden eyes turned upwards to meet her gaze. "I do indeed have news for you my Goddess. I have traveled the city far and wide, waddling through excrements so that I may return to you with the few gold nuggets I could find." His tail, thin like that of a rat due to his state of perpetual wetness, started swishing back and forth over the stones as he was filled with the blissful delight of actually serving his love. "I have listened to the whispers in the wind and the chanting from the shadows. They speak of a new alpha of the Lexis Tribe - a spotted canine with gentle eyes and a soul full of fire. They claim that she will be the one to lead Hexasol into peace, however she is inexperienced and her grip of her pack is still frail and tentative." Gypsy spoke fast, almost stumbling over his words in his eagerness to give Florence everything he knew. "For the moment she will pose no..." The voice of the cat trailed off as he suddenly paused, and cocked his head slightly as a thoughtful expression snook into his features. He knew there was something he had forgotten... something important... one of his eyebrows rose slightly as he searched his mind for whatever he knew he had forgotten.

Oh, there it was! The memory hiding in a corner of his mind, sulking like a little cub.

"Oh, and I think I might be able to deliver the Warden to you." Gypsy said as he looked at Florence with renewed hope in his face, the look that asked "did I do good?", hoping that just for once, the answer would actually be yes.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle-1.png] As Florence finally, finally lowered her paws, she inspected the soaked little feline with curiosity burning in her amber eyes. This cat really was something else, and was a lot of fun to torment. If he had been assigned as a slave, she would've kept him as her little plaything every day, nearly every hour. Although he drove her mad, he was interesting and amusing. He didn't care that he was continuously shouted at by Florence, continuously picked on and bullied. All he saw was a beautiful Lioness. He had his love eyes on, and nothing she could do could change that. Perhaps, one day, if Florence ever got a mate (God forbid...) things could change. Maybe that will be when Gypsy will crack and he'll show his nasty side. Florence looked forward to that time. The thought of jealously and betrayal running through Gypsy's veins made a grin appear on her face. "What are you babbling on about?" Florence snapped with a glare, before realising that Gypsy would probably try and place his answer in more detail, and Florence knew that would give her a headache, "Don't answer that."

[/color] She added quickly before Gypsy could open his mouth. God, this Pride was packed full of nutters. Why couldn't Gypsy be a normal, good little cat that gave her clear answers, got the job done quickly and stayed silent apart from when spoken to. With a loud, pathetic sigh, as though Florence utterly hated her life and wanted to jump off the nearest ledge, she turned her eyes back on Gypsy.

Waddling through excrements. What was he, a duck? Then again, Florence imagined that he was so retarded that he quite probably did waddle like a duck. Looking unamused, she continued to listen, even though half of it she barely got with his stupid rhyming. How could someone even think up such rhymes so fast? It seemed nearly impossible, yet it looked as though Gypsy did it effortlessly without so much as a thought when he opened his mouth. Florence didn't even want to question upon it, because it'd probably be replied with yet another long answer that she, quite frankly, did not want to listen to. She wanted this meeting over and done with quickly, yet Gypsy wasn't letting her get away fast enough. Florence acted like a small cub when forced to watch her mother on a hunt without being able to join in. She'd huff and moan and whine until she could be finally free of her duties. Comparing Gypsy to her mother made Florence queasy, however.

When Gypsy mentioned the new alpha, Badeya, Florence rolled her eyes. No, she was no threat. A mere dog was definitely no threat. Whilst her and Gravity were large felines and canines, Badeya was not. She was a domesticated house dog that belonged in a cage. If only. Florence arrogantly decided that she could rip her to shreds with just one swipe of her large paw. The thought made her grin with glee.

Yet the second piece of news made her eyes glint, and she snapped her eyes toward Gypsy's petite head. Stepping closer, an eager, almost mad look overcame her features as she eagerly wanted to hear more. "What did you just say?"[/color] She asked in nothing more than a hiss, "How? When? Tell me more, you fool!"[/color] Her voice gradually rising with impatience. She was eager to find out how she could get her claws on that filthy wolf.


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Gypsy relaxed the muscles in his body with a little sigh of relief, as his Goddess finally tired of her little game and stopped splashing water after him. He would never resent his lot nor hold her actions against her, for he accepted with love in his heart that his lot in life was to serve her... however, that did not mean that he would suddenly stop fearing the water. At her question he opened that little mouth capable of producing sentences twisted enough to confuse a riddler, and long-winded enough to bore a professor; but before he had time to start the machine, her voice lashed towards him like a whip. The command to keep silent made the jaws of the little creature snap shut with an audible clack, and there they stayed as if they had been glued together. If his Goddess commanded for silence, silence she would get!

At least for as long as Gypsy's attention span lasted. Which was an average of about 10-30 seconds.

When he delivered the last bit of his report, Florence reacted with an intensity not even Gypsy could've foretold. Though his mind told him that he would give his life for his love, and that the Goddess could do whatever she wanted with his earthly body... well even then, his body didn't quite agree as there was suddenly 300 pounds of BIG lioness nearing a bit too fast. With a little yelp the cat jumped in the air at the same time as he tried to scramble backwards, resulting in three-quarters of a backwards somersault before he landed on his back square in a water-puddle. For once in his life the cat was too astonished to fly into pieces at the feeling of the water that rippled around him and sploshed towards his already soaked frame. With all four paws in the air, stomach exposed to the eager lioness, he stared at her with wide amber eyes for a moment. Then his mouth finally opened, and words started tumbling out like an avalanche - first slowly, then with gathering speed, as the words tumbled over one another in a battle to come first. "I met a dog, a loner - Devil by name. She's met Gravity, knows him! Not of his pack, but he trusts her... I think. At the beach, and the storm came, so we sought shel-and I lied to her. Told her an untruth, about traitors and uprising and secret meetings. Clever little Gypsy, sneaky little Gypsy. Tricked her! And she'll take the message to Gravity, and he will come. To the secondary school, when half of a half moon has passed - when the darkness has conquered the earth from the sun seven times. She will bring the Warden, she will bring him to the school." Gypsy rolled over, no longer caring about the water, slowly creeping forward with his stomach close to the ground. His amber eyes were large as bugs as he looked up at the lioness, caught up in his own tale. "Oh yes, but there are no traitors. Only my Goddess and her servants. Waiting for the foul wolf. That is my gift to you my love. I deliver to you the Warden to do with as you please."

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencetop3.png] Florence narrowed her eyes at Gypsy's ramblings. It was always difficult to pick out the important bits in his speeches. Rolling her eyes, Florence peered up at the rainy sky, staring at the rolling grey clouds, at then at the bolts of lightning in the distance, that zig-zagged across the sky and scorching everything in its path. A few seconds later, the inevitable sound of thunder rolling by them could be sound. Only then did she look back at her spy, who was still talking. Did he ever shut his mouth? One day she'd have to rip out his tongue, when he had no use to her anymore. Every time he mentioned his undying love for her, Florence's eyes would twitch in disgust. However, Gypsy was definitely of use currently. He would bring the Warden to her, and then she would be able to torture and kill him. An insane smile appeared on her face as she looked forward to that coming day. "You have done well," Florence rewarded with words, knowing that Gypsy would most likely catch them forever and replay them in his head until he memorised every hitch and breath in her voice, "The school? I'll be there. That disgusting mutt won't know what hit him." Florence's eyes darted back to the distance as she began to fantasise at what she would do to her soon-to-be captive. Cackling madly, she began to walk again, her paw deliberately splashing in a nearby puddle so it would drench Gypsy. Yes, he'd done well, despite him being a pain he got Florence things she'd never believed she'd get. He was clever, despite a lot of his idiocy. "This Devil dog will not know how much pain she's going to put the Warden through." Letting out a bark of laughter, Florence jumped onto the nearby roof and, this time, she managed to land safely. "They will both die very painful deaths. Just you wait, Gypsy." She called back on him, knowing her voice would be fairly faint due to the wind snatching it and carrying it away. ___________; the other; SO. LATE. SORRY, LOVE <3

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