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xx. BIRCH claw..

xx. Slipping precariously out of camp Birchclaw raced as fast as his soft gray and black dappled paws could carry his large body. His leopard stripes were a blur and his white whiskers snapped back into his face; his paws carried his slim, muscular form so quickly it could have been flight from a farther distance.

xx. He was racing to clan borders and into the rouge lands, or the loner lands as the clans referred to them. But he did not care. He was no longer a clan cat. He would rid himself of his 2 part name and he would kill Darkstar.

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xx. w a s p

no stops, no mistakes, no thinking, no retakes...

Wasp's clear teal eyes darted around. Scenting another cat, his eyes turned to slits. Sucking in a deep breath, wasp glared around. He knew there was a cat, but not just any cat in his territory... a clan cat. Clan cats made him angery, angery to the point of wanted to kill everyone of them. He looked around, spotting the cat, he wondered how to kill this one. Would he play around first, then slice his eyes out? Or would he get right to it? Wasp enjoyed the expression 'play with your food'. But he never ate his victems, he just left their rotting bodies in his cave for the smell. How he loved the smell of death.

Padding up to the cat, he paused a few fox lengths away and mewed, "Hey there, hot stuff." He smirked. Indeed. Play with your food.

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He froze, his fur fluffed agitatedly. Hey there, hot stuff. The other cat replied in a mocking tone. He could tell by its scent: 1, it was male. 2, it was hostile. and 3, it was a rouge and possibly the leader. He let his coat flatten and spoke evenly, taking in every detail with his large dark eyes. Hey there mouse brain. He coddled. Layering on the false friendliness.

The rouge looked scathingly thin but still had immense amount of muscle. Birchclaw was easily 3 times his size. But something about this cat was slightly frightening. His whiskers twitched. With a coat of brown with black bengal markings. I feel like I've heard of him, he mused, as he stood and flicked his long brown tail across the other cats nose.

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xx. her bright green eyes flashed as she emerged into the clearing. she noticed the two toms, and her pelt fluffed in obvious defensive thoughts. her claws sunk into the ground as her tail flicked back and forth. her eyes twinkled with a threat to fight back if she needed to.

xx. her scruffy gray pelt was ugly and missing several patches in it. her face was disfigured and uneasy to look at. her black splotches on her face were not from the natural color of her face. they were scabs and scars across her muzzle.

xx. she knew she was ugly, not something that other cats would want to look at while with her, but she didn't really care. she had become used to this a long time ago. her eyes flared as she growled loudly in warning. she didn't know who they were, but she didn't really want to find out.

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Wasp smirked. He was beginning to like this cat. Maybe he wouldn't kill him. Yet again, he was a clan cat, which made it all more likely for Wasp to want to kill him. "So, clan-cat. Why 'ya here?" He mewed, then glanced around. He scented a cat. A loner cat. He spotted her, looking at her, sizing her up. She wouldn't be worth a fight. She looked battle-scarred and frail of fight already. He turned back to the clan-cat. "So, o' regal clan-cat, what may I call you?" He smirked.

[~*Bright*~]

Slash moved through the undergrowth, looking for prey. So far he was having no luck. How he wished there was a stream or some sort of water nearby. He missed fishing in the river, sitting on the water's edge, waiting for a nice tasty fish to swim by. His teeth cringed in anger as memories of his final days in his former Clan surfaced once more. Now he wanted nothing more than to have them pay for forcing him to live out here.

Suddenly, he heard two cats talking. At first he assumed it was two Rouges fighting over something, like they normally do. But then, he caught a strong whiff of Clan. Curious, he headed towards the cats. Did another Clan cat get banish into these awful lands as well? He thought, drawing near.

He soon saw them through the grass. At first, he only saw two, but he soon noticed a third cat, a battle-scared frail looking she-cat, some distance away from the two toms. Slash had no desire to reveal himself just yet, not until he knew what was going on. He first wanted to learn about them and why a Clan cat was out here. He recognized one of the toms right away, a tough yet annoying cat named Wasp. He had seen this Rouge before, killing another cat over some prey. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. It's hard for him to believe that he had to change his name and get rid of his Clan scent, just because of these so-called cats!
But Slash was more interested in the Clan tom. Since the wind was blowing at him, he could tell that the tom was from WindClan. He has also seen the tom roaming around in WindClan territory. He could barely recall his name...Birch, something. But the gray tabby didn't care for names at the moment. What he wanted to know was what this tom was doing so far from his territory?

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xx. My name? He smirked. Now why, rouge, do you need to know that. He said this jokingly, playfully as to not offend the other cat. It was obvious he meant no harm. He just wanted some information about how he could use them against his clan. Imbeciles.

xx. He stiffened, feeling watched. He turned as he heard a low growl. His long brown tail flashed from side to side defensively until he saw the frail, scarred and beaten she-cat. Dear Starclan, what has happened to her? She's so... ugly.... His thoughts were interrupted as he sensed movement in the bushes. Birchclaw's eyes flicked warily to the low brush and he decided whatever it was was not important at the moment.

xx. His heated, mud colored eyes turned back to his conversation. My name... he thought hard, it would the name the rouge's would always know him as, is Chaos. His long white whiskers twitched at the name. That's quite good... He thought, his mind being battered with vengeful plans against Windclan and their stupid leader. What is your name? He meowed.

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}}{{ a silently figure raced across the landscape, fresh out of the clan territories as well. she had once; very long ago, been in all the clans but windclan. she had now been returning her litter of kits, all except one, to shadowclan. she was now without kits and completely happy with her actions. she slowed as she saw the cats gathering, she had a natural curiosity. and she slowly moved toward them, her beautiful pelt untouched by the wind. her tail flicked back and forth and her stomach smelled of kits and milk. she had given birth only a few days before; and was not concerned about her kits. they were nothing to her. she gazed from one cat to another as she came forward. she was the opposite of the other she-cat that stood in the clearing. she was beautiful and nearly unscratched and unharmed with scars down along her stomach.

xx. she sat down watching the cats, not letting herself be entered into the conversation, but when all was silent, she simply said her name, letting them all know who she was without getting into the middle of the conversation. calypso.

[/color] she said softly as she looked toward the cat who had just named himself as chaos. she could tell it was a lie. queen of lies can pick one out in a heart beat. the thought to herself as she smirked innocently and lifted her paw, licking it and drawing it behind her ear. the other cats didn't interest her. the she-cat annoyed her, and wasp and sage just didn't strike the curiosity in her that chaos did.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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xx. He watched as the beautiful she-cat raced towards them, skidding to a graceful halt and sitting at attention. Saying nothing except her name. Calypso. What a pretty name, he thought, for a pretty cat. But he was not interested in her. He liked the feral look in the other females eyes. The ugliness of her face; her scars and her fur less patches. Why do I like this horror? He puzzled. When there is this flawless femme before me...? Pushing the thoughts away he nodded a greeting to her. Her fake innocence would not fool his observant form. Her touched her shoulder with his nose and twitched his snowy whiskers; she clearly smelled of milk and birth. She had recently had kits.

xx. Padding meaningfully towards the battered female farther off from the queen; he extended a paw. And tapped the side of her head playfully. What is your name? He mewed. His interest gnawing within his clan-fed belly. She looks as though she was the most beautiful at one point. And in his head he liked her; a lot.

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xx. the battered femme jumped and growled when the brute came toward her. she snapped at his paw when he batted at her head. she knew it was playful; but she didn't care. she was in a foul mood. one she had been placed in since she was young. she growled and shrugged as she watched him quietly. disaster.

[/color] she had named herself; changing it after being a two-leg. she had left only a year ago; so she was long enough away where she no longer smelled like a two-leg; but the memories still haunted her painfully. she had become accustomed to the fact that she was treated with little regard as to who she was. with a sigh; she gazed at him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Wasp watched as the cats gathered around him and the other cat- the other tom named himself as Chaos. He sized him up, his eyes shifty, untrustworthy. He looked at the the she-cat that had come up to them, giving her name as Calypso, and another cat, the battered, battle-scarred cat, finnally showed herself and gave her name as disaster. Such a fitting name. He sized them both up without interest. "Okay, Chaos." He looked the other tom over as he said the name. "Why aren't you in your cute little clan, tucked away in your cute little den? Why aren't you living the life of a coward any longer? I do admit, you must be either far smarter then I imagined, or far stupider. I wouldn't pass either of it by you. After all... You are a clan cat." He mewed, with a smirk. "And, Hello, darlings. I am terribly sorry for neglecting you to talk to... Chaos." He knew that if he called the other tom Clan-Cat too much he would probably swat him. He smirked.

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Slash watched from the tall grass as another she-cat appeared. The scent of milk came off of her pelt. But where are the kits? Probably left them for dead, He thought bitterly, Rouges are always cold and heartless. Then the Clan tom introduced himself as Chaos. Slash nodded at the tom's cleverness, for he, too, had to change his name in order to survive out here. The other Rouges had also named themselves, though one of them was insulted by Chaos's approach. He was impress at the rouge called Disaster. Though all scarred and beat up, she seemed to be a fierce she-cat.

Then Wasp's questions got his attention. Slash was also curious as to why the Clan tom was here. He had not revealed himself yet, because if it turn out to be nothing of interest, he wanted nothing to do with it. But if Chaos was out here for a good reason, then the gray tabby will introduce himself. But only if there was a good reason, and for Slash, there was only one.

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xx. Meowing musically he attempted touched noses with Disaster expecting her to shrink back.

xx. He flexed his long thorn sharp claws in the dirt, keeping calm and collected as his long muddy tail swiped back and forth across the dusty ground. Listening to Wasp talk he became agitated; the other cats high pitched annoying mewling was hurting his ears and nothing but useless nonsense was coming out anyhow. He turned and cuffed Wasp's ear. Shut up. Can you not see I'm having a separate conversation now. Wait your turn, mouse-brained fool. He hissed angrily. His tail flashing to and fro. I don't want a fight, he anguished. Flicking his whiskers apologetically at the other bengal tom he continued to gaze at Disaster. What is it about this she-cat? He quizzed himself. She draws me near so much more than any other.

xx. Who is your leader? He hissed loudly; spinning to face the others. His true bulk and size revealed at his full height. He stood more than a head taller than all of them. His muscles rippled beneath his feral leopard spotted pelt and his teeth glistened threateningly; as his eyes flickered back and forth between the rouge faces.

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xx. the battered she-cat didn't pay attention after that. she had sat back on her haunches; her pelt seeming to sag so she only looked like a bunch of skin a bones. with a painful sigh; she stared at the ground; letting her ivory claws sink in and claw it into even rows. she flicked her ear as he spoke again; and yet... she gave no reply. she had no one to follow. no one wanted her. wanted anything to do with her. she was just there; slowly fading into the background. she didn't move much as the other femme walked over to her; causing her to flinch away, knowing that in comparison she was nothing to look at. with a small sigh, the femme looked toward calypso. disaster finally felt like she could have crawled into a small hole and buried herself alive. no one would notice her compared to this cat. she would just be ignored, as always. she flicked her ear as she laid a ways away from the other cats, letting her head be on her paws. she answered the question to be left alone. i have no leader.

[/color] the beautiful femme answered with the same words that she did. she simply sighed and curled herself into a patch of fur. she would seem more unnoticeable that way. just the way she should have been. she had been rather surprised the brute had made his way toward her, instead of calypso. she ignored the thoughts though. she was most likely going to be asked to leave, and she was ready to start going all ready.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Wasp's sly smirk was whipped from his face as he was cuffed around the ear. His ears were delicate, they were already severally scarred and most of his ear wasn't even there. A snarl rose in his throat, and it came out unintentionally through gritted teeth. He felt his claws sink into the ground, and he lifted his paw, with his dirt filled claws, and swatted Chaos across the chest. "Now." he said, in a deep, intimidating voice, "You do not touch me again, or you, clan cat, will severely regret it." He sat back down, a look of calm coming back over his face, with the sly smirk flooding back onto his face.

"And I happen to be my one leader. No cat can tell me different." He mewed, sizing up the cats around him. They all looked weak. Cowardly. Spineless. He rolled his eyes.