Crisp

[allyaliboo2]

Crisp sniffed and twitched his whiskers. Cats, he thought. His own mother, in his theory, had committed suicide because she couldn't take care of him. She had walked right onto the Thunderpath, waiting for a monster to roll its heavy paws over her, crush her. His father? He knew almost nothing of his father. Only that the mousebrained idiot had left him to die by Rogue Meadow. Heck, Crisp didn't even remember whether he was born in a Clan, or just brought into life as a rogue. Though, Clan cats usually had strange names, like 'Blackheart', 'Darkfur', or 'Bramblestripe'. His was plain, simple: Crisp. As he scented the air again, he smelled that these cats smelled almost like himself, and what he could remember of his mother--perhaps they were rogues, too? A rustle in the grass told him that some one was coming--a cat, a rogue--who was this newcomer?
"Who--who's there? Show yourself!" Crisp called.

[Kestrel]

A white paw parted the long grass. The cat who followed the paw was unusual, but there was nothing particularly extraordinary about her.
She was quite pretty, with feathery fur that ruffled in the slightest breeze. There was something ghostly about her; perhaps it was her pale, mottled gray and white fur, or the strangely silent way she moved. Her mismatched eyes were alive with interest. One was flashing electric yellow, the other deep, shimmering blue, and both were crackling with an intensity that sometimes made it hard to meet her gaze.
She tilted her head slightly to one side, and the look on her face was one of amused curiosity. When she spoke, her voice was musical but soft, a ghost voice. "Who are you? And what purpose brings you to my land?"

[allyaliboo3]

Crisp thought for a moment. She was beautiful, this she-cat that had come to him.
"I suppose you could say I was looking for a home," he purred, and sat down with his black tail curled around his black paws. "I am Crisp. I guess you could say I am a rogue. A rogue who wants a home," he added, looking the pretty she-cat in her yellow and blue eyes. He raised his chin and flicked his tail toward where the cat had come from.
"I thought I smelled other cats. Got a Clan-like thing goin' on over there? Not a real Clan, I assume?"

((Ooc: Whoops, I am on the wrong account. Still the same person though!))[/b][/size][/color]

[Kestrel]

Kestrel nodded, her keen eyes flashing. She was in an unusually good mood today.
"Ah. Another one, eh?" she purred. "Back in that--" she pointed with her tail; "--Direction lies RisingClan, a rogue Clan modeled after the original Clans. Cats there are free to come and go. We exist to give shelter to our fellow cats, and, most importantly, oppose the dark rule of our neighbor BoneClan." At the mention of BoneClan her voice grew cold and hard as steel.
Twitching her ears in the direction of BoneClan's land, she inquired, "Have you heard of us-- RisingClan and BoneClan?"

[allyaliboo2]

"Oh, but of course!" Crisp mewed in mock surprise. "The evil BoneClan, led by Bane, murderous, is he not? And RisingClan, led by Kestrel. That is you, is it not?" he purred, padding softly around her, brushing against her fur. As he came up behind her on her other side, a grin spread across his muzzle. He leaned in close to her ear, only half a mouselength away from it. "You would take in a cat like me. I'm perfect for your Clan; I'm not afraid of Bane." He whispered the last phrase so quietly, but just loud enough so that Kestrel could hear. Then he leaped away.
"Charming, am I not?" Crisp unsheathed his claws on one of his front paws and examined them. They were very sharp. He hoped that the RisingClan leader noticed. She seemed to be in a good mood. He spun his head around to look at her. "Has Bane really been a threat lately? Has he killed any of your warriors? I ask this all out of pure curiosity, because if you knew the magnificent Crisp at all, you would also know how out of the loop he is."

((Ooc: Isn't he a charming tom? ))

[Kestrel]

Kestrel looked faintly puzzled, but Crisp's actions somehow managed to get a chuckle out of her. "None of our warriors have died as of yet," she informed him. "But I have heard of recent skirmishes and terrible acts of aggression against other cats. Murder, rape, cannablism..." she sighed, shaking her head. "They are the scum of the lands, BoneClan is. And Bane..." Her eyes glinted. "I respect him, but I do not fear him."
With a magestic sweep of her tail she meowed, "Welcome to RisingClan, Crisp."

[allyaliboo2]

Crisp nodded.
"You're welcome," he mewed. When she appeared puzzled, he explained: "You were thinking of saying thank you. And so, you're welcome." His amber eyes glinted and he couldn't suppress a purr. "You're very pretty, you know," he meowed matter-of-factly, and began to examine his sharp claws again. At a sidelong glance, he saw that she was still looking a little befuddled. He purred again.
"So how far away is this RisingClan camp? Aaaand, can I hunt on the way? Cannahcannahcannah?" he asked like he was a little kit in the nursery, eager to become an apprentice so he could hunt. His eyes were wide and twinkling.

((Ooc: I hope that wasn't a bit powerplaying!))

Without waiting for Kestrel he bounded in front to find a fat mouse eating a grain. He pounced without and trouble at all, ate his share, then pushed the rest over to where Kestrel sat.
"Want some?" he meowed. "And sure," he purred after a while. "You respect Bane. You aren't afraid of him. But what about the rest of RisingClan?" he smirked, and padded away, back toward where he had come from.

"I'm going for a walk."

((Ooc: to "Sassy" in Rogue Meadow))[/b][/size][/color]