.:Ghosts? Pshh!:. [OPEN!]

[Jay]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] [Time: Mid-day.] Emerilla rested under a large oak tree, her eyes closed and her head resting in her forepaws. She was humming a solomn tune which seemed to be in tune with the distnt birds' chirping. She opened one midnight blue eye, to see whether any cat was nearby. No. She went on, the tune restarted. Beside her was her dagger. It had been reently cleaned, but poorly due to some crusty bits of dried blood close to the handle. If you looked closely, you could see stains from the dagger being coated by blood once before. It's original shiny silver gleam was gone, now it was left to be an old red-gray dull dagger. Emerilla sniffed the air, then mid-hum she stopped abruptly. She could scent something nearby. it wasn't cat. Not even a preditor. It was prey! Her eyes opened widely as she jumped up, leaving the dagger where it was and she stalked off to track the mouse. She found it at last, and then she went downwind of the prey and started to stalk. Silently and swiftly, Emerilla leaped as soon as she spotted the creature. With a quick nip to thr throat, the mouse was dead. She whispered her thanks and then started to nibble at the warm kill.

[silvaah]

"Diablo? Diablooooooo?~" A smallish light blue gray she cat called in a melodic voice, almost like a mother calling her son to lunch. Calamity, as she was known as, was walking bi-pedaled through the accursed witches Hollow, hopping to all that is good and holy that she would not be engaged by a feline that was not her...dark friend. A stick cracked up ahead, and she jumped, pulling her hood tighter over her head. "C-come on Diablo...this isn't funny. J-just come out and have these c-cookies with me." she mewed again, almost in a whisper. At her arm was a small basket, the warm sweet aroma of cookies permiating from within. The dark gray and black tom cat had informed her he'd never once tasted a cookie. She'd made a new batch of sugar cookies with buttermilk frosting just this morning, just for him. Though it would seem he wasn't around to recieve them. Meany pants.

The queen's maiden continued on her treck, making sure to step over any sticks or rocks that could give off her location. If there were malicious witches hoping to use her in one of their potions around, it would be best not to help them discover her. The bright mid day sun shone throught the trees, giving a speckled look to the dirt and roots below. She looked up suddenly, squinted. In a tree not too fair away, a small glint shone on one of the out shot branches, casting a faint glare on the bark of the trunk. Calamity's head tipped to the side. "Strange..." she muttered, before shrugging hopping onto one of the lower vines to climb up. She was nearly at the top when she heard a rustling below. She had company. The dark scrambled to the tom, finding the source of the glare a dull dagger, and took it into her possession. Whoever it belonged to, she hoped they wouldn't mind if she used it for a brief moment of protection. "W-who's there?!" she cried out, staring down at the forest floor.

[Jay]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] After taking the finishing bites of the mouse, Emerilla set back to her dagger. She had expected to just see the dagger on it's own, but instead she saw a she-cat holding it. A growl rose from her throat before she shouted. "Hey! Give that back!" She stepped out from the bushes and had her forepaw outstretched, gesutring to have back her dagger. "I wouldn't touch that I were you." She warned, taking a small step forward. She didn't want to scare the she-cat, but she had to tell the cat firmly that it wasn't hers for the taking. Emerilla studied the young cat. She was neat, clean, tidy. Could she possibley work in the Frozen Palace?

[silvaah]

At first, the maiden froze. That feline that had spoken had been female. Slowly, the bluish gray she cat opened her eyes, shivering harder than she ever had in a blizzard. There, standing tall and intimidating, was a darkly pelted tabby she cat, dark blue eyes full of annoyance. Calamity shrieked. She was a gonner. A strait up gonner. Done. Stiff legged. She tossed the dagger away from her person, hopping away the assassin to curl up against the tree, covering her head with shakey paws. "Please! Don't hurt me. I..I wanted to see my friend." she piped, cropped tail shivering in fear. There was a coppery smell in the air. Blood. She didn't care to find out where it came from.

The cookies she was carrying was crushed against her chest, warming her body. She ignored it. "I'm sorry. I-I wasn't going to steal it. I was...I was s-scared." she explained in a stammer, opening her right eye to look at the she cat again. She didn't seem to be in a stance to attack, but she did look a bit on the annoyed side. "I-I'm terribly sorry miss."

[Jay]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] Emerilla caught her dagger before it fell on the floor. She stuffed it in its holder and then turned to the she-cat. "Calm down! Just calm down!" She warned. She then scented blood. She was now desperate. "Calm down! Please calm down! It's alright. I won't hurt you. I didn't mean to upset you." She neared the whimpering she-cat and put a forepaw on the young cats shoulder. "You're going to be alright." It wasn't that she was particularly worried about the she-cat, but she was worried of what could have heard her. many things lurk in this forest. Witches.. thugs.. all sorts. It was also becasue Emerilla hated noise, and the whining she-cat was making a racket. But this was too mush. She needed a way to calm the girl's shivers. "It's alright. I am Emerilla. I will protect you from any witches. Now, who is this friend you're after?" She asked in a very uncharacteristic soothing tone.

[silvaah]

Calamity, finally catching her breath, stopped her trembling, if only a little. She turned her head to fully look at Emerilla, sky blue eyes glistened with tears unshed. She would be safe. She was fine. No one was attacking her. And her cookies.....were actually fine as well, still neatly tucked inside her basket. "O-oh...um...okay." she mumbled, standing up from her curled position at the tree's trunk. The dark took a quick moment to brush some of the debri from her person, before bringing her eyes back up to the newly named Emerilla. "Oh...I'm Calamity. I was just going to see my friend Diablo. He's a witch here. I was gonna give him some cookies." She couldn't help but smack herself mentally for how backwards that sentence was. A tiny young queen's maiden skipping off to some big bad forest to deliver sweets to a big bad witch? Sounded more like a fairy tale than an actually day plan.

The blue gray she cat scooted away from her current spot, a bit closer to the assassin, and looked down at the ground. It was quite high up from this particular branch, but not too far to climb down smoothly. "Um..well..maybe I should go. I've caused enough trouble as it is. And I might of....peaked a few unwanted 'citizen's' attnetion." she said in an embarrassed tone, keeping her gaze low.

[Jay]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] Emerilla gave Calamity a surpirsed look. "But don't you want to find your friend? If he didn't hear you calling he could be in trouble." She didn't want to say it but it was true. Her racket was enough to for anyone to notice. She looked around, as though maybe seeing if there was any clue. Then she noticed. "Calamity. The blood." She pointed out, reaching for the specks of blood on the nearest tree trunk. On the trunk was small splatters of crimson blood, and it was drippling down to the roots of the tree ever so slowly.

[kate0808]

A shadowy figure stayed within the lines of bones strewn across his territory, flicking his stubby tail and twitching his ears. He perked his ears, his hackles rising to the call of a voice saying his name. He knew this feline's voice, did he not? He padded away from his territory, flicking his head this way and that to hear where the sound was coming from. This voice...could it be Calamity's? The warlock ran through the forest, coming to a halt when he spotted Calamity and the other female feline. He froze, tasting the smell of fresh blood in the air. "Calamity! Are you injured?" Diablo ran over to her, worry in his gaze. He then noticed that she had no cuts or bruises on her, making him deeply confounded. "Wait...this blood...It's definitely not mine!" he replied, hoping he wouldn't be framed for killing an innocent feline. He may act cruel, but he wouldn't murder without reason.

[Jay]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] Emerilla looked at the newcomer, her midnight blue eyes curious. "Are you Diablo? Calamity was looking for you, by the way." She looked at the blood, then she extended a claw, dipped it in the blood and tasted. She returned her gaze to the two cats again and then nodded, "It's certainly cat blood."