Rogues, Loners, & Kittypets Roleplay/1

Suddenly, Storm That Rages The Sky heard a distinct noise coming from the bushes. She stiffened as a musty scent wafted toward her: feline. She scrambled away from Night That's Darker Than Fire and headed toward where she first heard the sound. The scent was getting stronger. The fur along her spine stiffened and she let out a small gasp. A glint of pale fur flicked through the dense foliage. Storm closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Then she stepped out into a small, dusty clearing much like their camp, but seemed desolate. A pale tabby tom stood with a dark silver she-cat. They stared at her with matching green eyes. - Storm That Rages The Sky

Night That’s Darker Than Fire scrambled to his paws, and ran after her. He stopped at her side. “Who are they?” He asked, as he saw the two cats. - Night That’s Darker Than Fire

Storm That Rages The Sky narrowed her eyes at the two cats before her. The tabby tom dipped his head. "My name is Gorse," he mewed. "What is your name?" Storm flicked her tail. "I'm Storm-Storm That Rages The Sky." She stared at the silver she-cat. "And who's she?" The dark silver she-cat nodded at Storm. "Greetings. I am Silver." - Storm That Rages The Sky

"Well, Silver, Gorse," Storm That Rages The Sky started. "What are you doing here?" Her pelt sparked. "Do you want to join The DarkMasters? I can bring you to my leader, Flame That-" But Silver cut her off. "No thank you," the silver dappled she-cat meowed. "We're not interested." - Storm That Rages The Sky

"Then what are you doing here?" Storm That Rages The Sky asked again. Silver looked at Gorse. "Well, we have something to ask you," the tabby tom replied. "You see, me and Silver are deciding to go to the uplands. We were wondering if loners like you know the best route." - Gorse

Storm That Rages The Sky frowned. "Sorry," she said. "I don't know." Silver felt her heart drop to her paws. She flicked Gorse's shoulder with her tail tip. "Let's go," she whispered. Then the two strange loners padded away, intent on forging their own path to the moors. - Silver

Silver and Gorse trekked upward, heading toward the distant glittering gold line on the horizon. As evening fell, a cold breeze ruffled their fur. Paw steps echoed behind them, and Silver froze, her spine stiffening. But Gorse nudged her on, laying his tail on her shoulders. But Silver couldn't shake off the feeling that someone...something... was *following* them. - Silver

Later, Gorse found a *gorse* bush for them to sleep beneath. Silver curled up, closing her eyes. - Silver

Newleaf was here. Buds sprang from the trees and the wind whispered through the grove. Silver and Gorse continued to travel toward the uplands, their backs always to the forest. Little did they know...they would be returning. - Silver & Gorse

Silver and Gorse were hunting. They chased after a rabbit, the wind in their pelts, the sun on their back. Then their prey suddenly veered off and ran toward the forest, from where they had come. Gorse skidded to a halt, sighing. Silver nudged him. "What's the matter? We can always travel back. Let's get that rabbit!" The two cats sprinted down the slope, laughing. They were gaining on the rabbit, and Gorse sprang onto its back and sank his teeth into its throat. The rabbit fell limp to the earth. Silver purred. She looked around. They were in some dense undergrowth, sheltered by a briar bush. The sunlight sliced through the branches and dappled the ground. Silver and Gorse settled in the shade beside a thick tree and began to eat the rabbit. The sweet flavor sang on Silver's tongue, and she could feel new leaf sunshine on her warm pelt. - Silver & Gorse

After they finished the meal, the pair were bent on turning toward the uplands. But then Silver heard screeching. *Battling cats!? We have to help!* Panic rising in her gut, the cats raced off in search of the source. There they saw it. A huge battle unfolding before them. Cats snarled and claws flashed. Silver swung around, facing Gorse. But the tabby tom was not beside her. Fear struck her in the gut. "Gorse?!" she screamed. Then she saw her companion, struggling against a black tom's jaws. Silver shrieked and lunged forward, plunging into the battle... - Silver & Gorse

The pair had finished burying their father, the last of the Elites, the one that had gone missing from ScarClan for several moons. All others had thought him dead, and that had been exactly his intention. The mournful littermates sat side-by-side as they stared at the freshly disturbed mound of dirt, with Tenebrae resting her head against her brother's shoulder. "Father will be sorely missed. I'll miss his stories." The thin black she-cat murmured, whereas Alucard's gaze was cold.

"We should go back home, in honor of his memory. We should recreate the Elites- we have his blood, and so we have the Dark Forest's power." Alucard rumbled as he suddenly rose to his paws, leaving his sister's gaze to trail after him in shock. Was he being serious? Tenebrae jumped to her paws, darting after her brother and practically walking on his heels.

"That's insane- SeaClan or CaveClan or *one of them* will find out an they'll have us killed!" The she-cat gasped. She realized that he wasn't listening, and so she jumped in front of him to cut him off, glaring her littermate in the eyes. "They've filled you with nothing but ego and lies! You were always around uncle Bors and Angelo far too much for your own good." **-- Tenebrae & Alucard**

Sparrow padded by a Clan border, and peeked inside of their camp, silently and swiftly. All the cats were crowded around a body. He caught sight of Jaypaw there, before curling his lip, and whisking away, silently. He hesitated before shaking his head, and leaving the Clan territory. - Sparrow

Storm walked away from WillowClan, anger pulsing in her veins. *What a mouse brained journey!* She saw the Twoleg Place in sight. - Storm

Gorse was heading home. Raw grief ached in his heart. Silver was dead. Who was he? - Gorse

Storm decided to go home. Her kits needed her. - Storm

Gorse was going back to the Twoleg Place. - Gorse

Silverspark had then heard yowls behind her as she licked the blood of an opposing Kittypet whod thought he’d be stronger than her. She sighed as she’d been chased off and then returned to her tree, yes, the one she’d chased an owl out of. It had been abandoned before though. She sighed as she looked distantly into the forest longing for her memories of the darkness shatter. All the forest’s brought to her was pain and misjudgment. She sighed and drifted to sleep.-Silverspark