Oddballs

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A light brown she-cat walked across the guild clearing with wings folded at her sides and the congregations of orange-tan scales that were scatter amongst her fur subtly shining. She was heading to the Fortress, as Conan had requested to she her there.

"What the hell do you mean by 'I lost the reward gold'?!!"
The cat stopped a moment and glanced to her right.
Nyadra was angerly berating a cat she went on a mission with, which was quite a normal occurance. The dragon cat's temper is something most try to avoid, but It's been proven that to be unavoidable.
Behind her was the coffee-obsessed Beans, who somehow has always been unfazed by Nyadra's antics. This, however, doesn't mean they get along.

The she-cat sighed, due to those two being her unwilling parents. She continues on her way, as she always does, as it is a constant that she avoids her oddball parents. After all, she didn't want to be a nuisance to them.

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Out of the Alchemist Center, another smaller brownish she-cat exitted, on the same journey as the first one. Her bangs covered her right eye, slightly impairing her sight, and grey speckles gathered on her chest, bang tips, and tail tip. A canvas messenger bag hung down by her side, carrying her alchemy equipment and other minor necessities.
She began her walk, as the center was on the opposite side of the guild. She lived there, with others like Newt, Rocket, and her fathers, Edward and Mewton. She, too, was an unintentional creation, who she works with her fathers and lived along side them, unlike the prior mentioned child and this one's own brother, whom she was thinking of as she walked.
He was not too welcoming of the idea of a relationship with their biological parents, and had a terrible habit of staying away from them. He did stay around his sister, but never was too interested in much of anything or anyone, only doing something if it was an order of the Guild Leader or the main three.

Enough about him, though. We're here for the girl.
She treks across the busy midday clearing of the guild to receive her mission.

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In the quiet hallway of the guild's housing unit (not the Alchemist Center, where this event should be taking place), the peace is suddenly disturbed by the door of room 113 behind blown off it's hinges and slamming into the opposite wall. Black smoke floated off the edges of the door and the door frame with black soot coating the back of the door and parts of the hallway flooring.

A young black tom in a red cape dashed out the smoking door frame shouting over his shoulder, "Thanks for the quick lesson, Dad!!" He ran down the hallway.

The bomber Molotov leaned out the doorway ans responded, "Anytime, Son! I'll see you tomorrow!!"

The cat ran down the outdoor steps, red tattered hooded cape flying behind him, glass in his googles shining as it held his pulled-back locks of black, grey and white, as he hurried to the same place as the girls.

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In a room on a different floor of the guild housing, a grey she-cat laid in bed with her wall clock ticking the time away. Her open window blew in a soft spring breeze. She stirred a bit and glanced up at her clock to find the time being 2:47 in the afternoon.

"Shoot!"
She ripped her blanket covers off and ran around her room gathering up her mask and cape. She put herself in front of the mirror, tying the cape on, fixing her bedhead. She ran out the door, leaving her mask in her bedroom.

The cat tripped down the steps of the building, catching herself at the bottom and continuing to join all the others.

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Within the dark ravine of the thickest part of the forests outside the guild, a shadow moves in the dead silence of this abandoned area. The overlapping branches allowed only slivers of light in, making it shaded and ominous. The shadow steps into the light, revealing a similarly colored cat to the second one mentioned here so far, with a brooch on flayed out ascot piece which covered the grey speckles on his neck. He glared viciously at... ?

"Are quite done with your 'witty' introduction dialogue?"

W-wait what?

"Nobody is here for... Whatever the hell this is. They're here for the story."

Well, I suppose that is true... Hold up, how the hell can you-

"Then quit with the chatter and get on with it!"

Okay Okay!
Jeez..

The tom rolled his eyes- oh stop it! I'm setting the scene for them!!
This tom bluntly really could care less about this all. He stood back up and began his timely walk back to the guild, to join our heroes...

... Happy now, hoity-toity brat?

"Maybe lose the attitude, after all this I'm fairly sure this isn't your story that's being told, now is it?"

...

"Tch! Narrators these days. Learn to stay in your lane, or this story might derail faster than you could type."

.. Wait, what?

"Nothing. Just end this damn secondary intro!!"