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[x.Alaihyne]

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She was alone for now, but would have to deal with that, for even though she liked to be lone sometimes, she did like attention. This was hypicritial but only she understood.The starry night sky reflected its beauty apon the lone cat, slowly walking across the open terra in the center of the camp. Her Head held high she padded through the grass, the dew wetting her paw's as she went along. Her misty green eyes flicked open then closed in a lazy blink, and her claws twitched back and forth, going into the green terra of The Rouge Meadow. She felt her eyes rest on a group of loners and their kits. She ran to a large heap stones. She had held some mice in her paws, fresh, and clean of any sickness.
How many of you have little to no fresh kill tonight? How many of you have had kits or friends STARVE? I bring good tiddings, and much clean food. Here, have some.
She threw some fresh kill to some of the rouges. She gave a warm gaze to the females.
I, too know the pain of losing someone important. Join me, in my place, safe in the care of rock caverns. Join me, and be cared for when you are sick and old!

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[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

Felony looked up, murder in his eyes, ears flicking. But his temperament siddled and he gave a startling grunt. He padded up to the she-cat, leaning to his breath softly swiped over her nose. His lean white body showed signs of scars and battles, but he appeared formidable all the same. "Lil' lady, you do appear to be in t' wrong place, 'm I right? Nobody wants anythin' to do with us rogues, here. Rogues.. 'Means you live 'lone and fend fer yerself. Best git yerself out of this mess, b'fore you get pulled in like the rest of us," He said gruffly, turning to look at the bands of cats behind him.

He gave her a sharp look, piercing, almost holding her there. "You assume much to offer us help. Mighty courageous of ye... Dangerous. Just as we are.." he said with a sour growl. "Loner 'swhat we are. Don't make me tell you 'gin."

He turned his back to her, loping away. He meant every word, but she was foolish. Coming here? Offering help? PAH! No Rogue, by choice, would follow her.. Or would they?

[Grim]

<sub>His scraggly and matted fur bristled as Rememberence spoke. Her voice...it was like his mother's. And that bothered him. Felony spoke and he bristled even more. "Would the both o' you just shut yer traps so we can hunt?" Grim yowled, baring his teeth and unsheathing his claws. He lashed is tail and his dark gray eyes narrowed with hostility. "Some believe in catchin' yer food th' ol'-fashioned way." He went back to crouching down and searching for the scrawny rabbit he'd seen earlier, but sighed and admitted to himself that it was gone.

"Well," he growled, standing once more. "Food is good." He took a piece of fresh-kill that she'd thrown and devoured it hungrily.

As the morsel was gone, a hopping figure re-entered his vision. That rabbit was back. He yowled and leaped at it angrily; not so much out of hunger, but more out of...well, anger.</sub>

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

"Grim! Shut t'up! Don' make me come 'ver there to cross yer pretty lil' lips fer ye!" He yowled turning his back on the she-cat but stepping away, so she was at her periffereal vision, just in case. "Bumblin' bastard dun know whatcher talkin' bout!" He snapped. "No prey 'round here! None t'we can catch, t' bother.." He hissed, watching the rabbit scamper away. "St'pid wretch.." He muttered, though he didn't appear to rile for a fight. He loped away to sit down beneath a ledge of rock, darkening eyes searching around for signs of movement, hopeful for any prey that might come around.. Prove his words wrong, despite the fact they were the truth.

[Grim]

<sub>"You shuttup, Fel'ny! Least summuv us have a bit o' hope, y'little hopeless sucklin' kit!" Grim snarled, advancing on Felony. Sure, they had travelled together, but Grim had never liked anyone and he was sure Felony hadn't, either. "Yeh really want me to gut you like a worthless little fishie, don' yah?" He lashed his tail angrily. "Cuz I can, an' I will if you don' just shuttup!" Grim yowled the last words frustratedly.

Grim went back to crouching around and looking for some bit of food. That little piece that Rememberence had thrown only filled his belly a bit; Grim was slightly large, and he needed more than a scrap of food to satisfy his hunger.</sub>

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

<sub>On the contrary, Felony was actually quite fond of Grim.. In.. A weird sort of way. Call it a mutual bond, I suppose, as much as Felony could live without any cat in his life...

.. Maybe the occasional she-cat here or there, quickly rid of. Either way, though Felony wasn't worth much for anything than a bad temper on behalf of others, he enjoyed the grouchy old tom nonetheless.

"M'Grim, empty words are simply not t'be thrown 'bout. Y'might hurt sim'one," He said with a sarcastic smile, remaining where he was in his polite, relaxed manner. Though he wasn't looking for a fight, Felony certainly wasn't one to roll over and play 'submission' if attacked. Mangy as he appeared (for Starclan's sake, he was Sharpfang's brother), he had quick reflexes and a quick thinking mind, his only life source as of now. True, Felony was smaller than Grim, he didn't have to work on quite as much food. Even if he hadn't eaten in quite some time..

He gave a growl, looking around irritably before getting to his feet, the calico beginning to show signs of hunger. He looked up, a little sadly. "Crow food.." he muttered as a single black feather drifted down from a crow far above.</sub>

[x.Alaihyne]

It was what could be described as the perfect time of day, but not so much day as it was night. The brink of in between the sun making it's final decent, and the moon rising to its majestic peak of glory. Brilliant and terrifying in all it's wonders, while as peaceful as a newborn kit. The heavens seemingly alit in a pale and ever darkening wash blue. Blazes of the suns retreating light, streaked out unevenly. Birds fluttered their wings overhead, striving to reach their protected safe havens that lye so snugly perched among the trees towering branches. The grasses swayed gently, and the sound of insects seemed the only thing audible. But this would not last for long, for soon enough a startling laughter broke the forbidden silence. The laughter seizing its moment with a genuine air of youth. Nestled in the shelter of the tall rocks a nonstirred figure, the young feline head bobbing up from it’s sanctuary as it peered about in triumph. She never waivered, the face still seeming the same expressionless blankness. Inside though, she was, and had answers for each of the questions.

I speak for your mothers and family, even you, that will die, of sickness and old age alone, in a cave, your body that will rot, and will be eating by a fow of worse. Join me, and we can rule the rouges and loners, having fresh-kill and medican that will heal us when we are sick. Join me, and be rescued from that fate. You ask me, Why am I here? I have seen what will happen to all of you. Die alone, your fate worse that anything imagenable. You ask me, where do we live? We live in the cavenerns, where mice roam. We will rule the forest if we are together. We alone will fail!

[Sharpfang .|. Felony]

Felony looked up as the feather fluttered down, caught it with skilled precision, and turned around. He strutted directly up to this annoying she-cat. Persistant little wench, was she not?

... And spat it upon the ground, where it fluttered innocently to her paws. "Crow food," He said with a nasty grin. "'s what we are, in the sense where t'bird eats t'predator. We've accepted t'is fate. Why d'ya think we havn' joined the other two rogue clans? Thy're nasteh, horr'd lil' bastars' who dunno wut's good fer 'em. Th'y figh' ov'r everythin', steal, rape, murdr. We h've chosen theh lifestyle fer a reason...

'Least whenweh die, we'll h've ah honor 'n dignity 'f that o' a rogue..."

[x.Alaihyne]

---She Just Ran off.. I'm sorry, but I forgot to do something---

[Grim]

<sub>Grim sighed frustradedly. Yes, he was fond of Felony too--the mutual bond there--but he never showed fondness. He was Grim, for crying out loud! Grim never showed any emotion except anger, frustration, or irritation. He watched Rememberence go. "Good riddance," he yowled after her. Join a cute little rogue band? If Grim joined anything it'd be BoneClan, and he'd really only go if Felony did.

And quite frankly, Grim figured that the mangy-looked tom wouldn't join a Clan his brother was the deputy of. Grim himself wouldn't exactly love being ordered around by his own brother.

Because Grim really did like travelling with Felony; they'd been travelling with each other for a while and he found that he didn't really like not being with the cranky tom--because he was just like Grim. He liked to be around himself, therefore he liked to be around Felony.

It was quite simple, really.</sub>