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[Amberstar]

<sub>"I h'te this sun."

"Urrg, I h'te this place."

"I h'te th' shade, it'still too warm!"

Felony walked through the rogue meadows, muttering curses and irritations to himself. He hadn't seen Grim for some time, and he'd finally given up on him; It still upset Felony to move on, but Felony was a loner at heart anywho.

Suddenly he sat with a rough grunt, growling, he plopped himself in the dry dust, glaring up at the sun.

"IS TOO HOT!" He barked, and with a lazy yawn and a stretch, he layed on the hot baked earth.</sub>

[Gryfin and Co.]

Creeper stalked carefully through a clump of tall grass in the meadow. He'd been here for a while, enjoying stretching his legs away from his territory. Not to mention, he knew that this was a popular Rogue hangout. He'd been looking to find some information about the clans.

When he'd heard the curses of the elder he'd immediatley dropped into hiding without a sound. The shade of the grass was especially cool on his back, which felt as if it was on fire from the sun. The oldster had the right of it; Creeper glared up at the sky with a frown. It was too damn hot.

The black and white tom slowly emerged from his grass patch though, and circled around so the older tom could clearly see and smell him approaching. No need to threaten his future informant - easier to get him to talk that way.

He stopped an appropriate distance away, bobbing his head in greeting. His dead-pan green eyes blinked at the other cat.

"Hello. My name is Creeper. Are you a Clan warrior?"

By his smell the rogue tom could tell that the old cat was not, but it didn't hurt to ask. He could be an exile in hiding... or not. Anyway, it was a place to start the conversation.

[Amberstar]

<sub>He heard a noise and whipped about, snarling before the other tom showed himself. The middle-aged tom got to his feet, tail flinging itself in the air as it showed he was in no mood to play games.

"A CLAN CAT? A STEWPID FL'FFY CLEN CAT?" He spat.

"Preposter-oose," He barked, bowling himself into a rant. "Meh good fer nuthin' bruther tinks he's a clen cat, but noooo, he's a rogue, much like meh!" He barked.

"You tink I have time fer a clen? HUH?!" He barked.

He sat down, fuming.

"Thar yew go, made me all hot, and thees sun alreadee hot 'nuff," He barked, as if it was all his fault.

Seeing how it was so hot, Felony saw no alternative than to stay until he cooled down, so he glared at Creeper. "M'name's Fel'ny, i'mma rogue, whatchoo want wit teh clen cats anyways?"</sub>

[Gryfin and Co.]

Creeper just managed to keep from flinching away from the tom as he stood. The black and white rogue was a bit taken aback by the stranger's quick rise to his feet, and the loud confidence that remained in his voice despite his advancing years. But his dead green eyes glimmered for just a second with something that might have been admiration. If he still had the spirit of his tom when he was aging, he would be pretty okay.

"You tink I have time fer a clen? HUH?!"

"No, perhaps not at that." Creeper murrmered, his whiskers twitching with the barest hint of amusment. He blinked slowly at the older cat to hide his smile and give himself a moment.

"I apologize, Felony, for heating you up again." He said calmly, with no trace of any hint of amusment.

"As for the Clans... I was simply curious. I'm a rogue as well, and I've not heard much about them. A few around my territory latley though. Do you know how many there are?" A spark of real intrest flashed in the backs of his eyes. His ears swivled to focus on Felony only.

[Bristleclaw]

"Felony, where the hell are you?!"

It wouldn't be surprising if Grim's raspy yowl had been heard in Stealthclan, but he sure as hell didn't care.

"Felony yeh stupid kitten, why do yeh have to go wanderin' off like that, make me worry like a damned queen, look at this, yer makin' me sound like a damned woman!"

He snarled at his friend, his only friend really, until he was nose-to-nose with the other old tom.

But how could Grim stay mad at Felony? They'd been friends since before he could remember - not that his memory was all that good anymore.

The grumpy old tom didn't even notice the other cat, until he followed Felony's gaze.

"Who the hell are you?"

Grim's growl wasn't at all friendly, or polite, or anything really, it was kind of curious, but mostly he was just thinking "Why the hell is this weird little cat trying to steal my friend?"

Of course, the grumpy old tom was very protective of his friends.

[Amberstar]

<sub>Felony was about to respond when he was quickly interrupted, and he jerked his head up, a delighted smile upon his face before he remembered... Oh yeah, he was a grouchy old tom. His face fell to a pissy mood as Grim fell into view, and Felony glared at him.

"Yer actin' like a dem wom'n, git over yerself! Im ri' here!" He barked, still sitting on his rump. Still, he couldn't deny the fact that he was truly happy to find his old friend. Afterall, few rogues wandered in packs, whether it be two or more, and Grim and Felony were a good exception. Despite their differences, they got along... Well, fine enough.

"Dis ees Creepy," He said, nonchalantly getting his name wrong (Not on purpose, of course. Poor old Felony had a terrible memory as well.) " 'n he twas wundrin abo'ut teh clens," He said, giving a hard stare at Creeper.

And, oh, right.. He had to answer his question. Still, Creeper was fast earning points with the old tom, as Felony was big on respect, since.. Well, it took a lot of patience to deal with Felony, and Grim added on. "Der are sev'n of 'em, lest I check'd. Der wus a war, dunno much 'bout it, dunno how meny died or how meny clens fell," He said, waving the question off with a lazy paw.</sub>

[Gryfin and Co.]

Creeper's ears had swiveled in Grim's direction a moment before the tom began to speak, so he wasn't particularly surprised. As the two toms began to bicker, Creeper blinked and stifled a chuckle, keeping his muzzle shut. The two were like an elderly mated pair who'd been together since kithood.

At Grim's rough stare, Creeper did begin to frown slightly, the fur on his neck fluffing a little.

"As Felony said, my name is Creeper." the white and black tom stated clamly, no trace of his irritation in his meow. He nodded politley to Grim. "And your name is...?"

Creep's eyes narrowed with intrest at the mention of a war. His internal wheels were churning. "Is there anything else you can tell me about the war? Why it started, who fought?" his voice actually has some feeling to it this time. Compared to his earlier nonchalance, his sudden intrest came as a bit of a surprise.

[Gryfin and Co.]

Allo? O-o