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xx. Birchclaw turned back, hissing threateningly at Wasp. Do not take me for an imbecile. I know there is a rouge leader and I know his name is Rage. Now you will tell me where he is or I will kill you. His size made him menacing. Even if the cats body position showed no fear he could tell in their eyes they knew death, and suffering. Talk back to me, idiot. And see what it brings you. He ambled his massive body and thrust his head into Wasp's face. To me, he growled, your merely a kitty-pet playing run away. I could kill you with one swipe of my paw. Any cat in their right mind would fear him. He was the largest cat the clans had ever seen and his fighting skills were deadly. He feared no one and if attacked he would win. And he knew Wasp was smart enough to get that.

xx. He turned, changing face, to the mangled she-cat and smiled warmly; I may just make her my queen, he thought. Addressing all of them: Now where is Rage? I need to... he paused. Have a chat with him. A sly smirk came across his face and he showed his long white fangs. His leopard-like face darkened with ambition and a touch of madness.

[~*Bright*~]

That was when Slash decided to show himself. The reason why was because of what Chaos demanded. Normally, when a Clan cat wished to speak with another Leader, it was either for a proposal of some sort, or a challenge. To him, it sounded like some sort of deal, but it also may be both. This made Slash hopeful.

He stepped from the brush and sat with some distance from the other Rouges. The two she-cat Loners were to one side. The one she-cat, Disaster, if he remembered correctly, sat next to the other she-cat, even though she didn't look happy of joining her. In front of his vision were Wasp and Chaos, both looking furious at each other.

"Hello, there," Slash began, he dipped his head in respect at Chaos. He wanted this tom to know that he was different from the other mindless, bloodthirsty Rouges. "I have been listening for a while now and thought I should join in. My current name is Slash and as of now I'm without a Leader, at the moment." There was no malice in his voice, unlike the others here. He thought about Chaos's current question. It was odd that a Clanner wanted to speak to a Rouge Leader. "You're right about Rage. I've heard about him in my time of being out here. But as of now, I don't know the exact location. But I've heard rumors that this Rouge here," He flicked his tail at Wasp, "Has a good idea of where his camp is. But those are only rumors of course." He flashed a smile. That would surly make Wasp furious. He glanced around at the Rouges. He didn't them to attack the Chaos, for this tom could be his way back into the Clan, despite it being Windclan, but that didn't matter anymore. Though as he thought about it, this tom looked like he could hold his own against all of these cats.

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xx. Birchclaw stiffened. I've heard of this cat, he thought, he's a former clan cat. I believe he was... banished? He couldn't quite remember. I must be weary though. He knew this well and let his fur settle flat before speaking to the other male. His massive size clearly threatened the other rouges but he didn't mind. It's what would make him win. He twitched his long white whiskers at Slash and scanned him with his dark mud-colored orbs. I, as you clearly already know, am Chaos. He nodded curtly, a smirk stretching his muzzle. So, these rumors? He puzzled aloud, I can ask my friend Wasp here you say? And find out where Rage is. I merely want to speak to him. He added, evading the subject of his true intentions completely. His long dark tail flicked side to side and his muscles rippled beneath his brown and black spotted coat.

xx. He walked over to the patchy she-cat and sat at her side, seeing expressions he would note cross her face. You can all come with while I speak with your leader, he meowed; no threats in his monotone. He was beginning to like this twisted ex-clan-cat. He seemed like information could be pried easily.

[fog-- miracle]

Wasp's calm look was still on his face, his smirk was dimming though. The bengaled loner knew when to be serious. Before it was a game. Now he knew this new cat was here for a reason. "I don't know if you really want to speak with Rage. He's lying and decisive. And we've told you, he's not our leader." He looked at Slash, wanting to swat him. Of course he knew where Rage's camp was. He had once been apart of his band. But the reason Wasp had left was cowardice... He didn't want to face Rage again. "I suppose I can show you where his camp is..." He mewed regretfully, tossing a glare at Slash. "But I'm leader until we get there, or I don't show you how to get there." He mewed, looking calmly at Chaos, waiting for him to snap at him.

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xx. Feeling triumphant Birchclaw stood at his full height, his head held high; he towered hugely overt he scrawny rouges. We cannot wait at this moment, he meowed calmly, we must get to Rage's camp. He sensed the fear in Wasp; the twitch in his shimmering eyes. I wonder has caused Wasp to fear Rage so much. He mused. He traced his tail across Disaster's shoulder and nudged her. Do you want to come with me to Rage's camp? He asked.

[fog-- miracle]

Wasp's smirk flooded back onto his face, but this time it wasn't sly. He nearly snorted, but held it back. His teal eyes were calm and stuck to Chaos. He could laugh at Chaos's size. I'll give him two weeks. He thought. Two weeks until Chaos looked as bad - if not worse - than the rest of them. Wasp might have been thin, but he was all muscle, and he was fast - his father born and raised in WindClan. Wasp had spent his whole life running, so he was skilled in areas of running more than hunting, and areas of fighting that didn't exactly fallow the 'rules'. But he was a rouge. When he wanted something, he fought for it. And won or died.

Wasp's cold teal eyes looked towards the begining of the journey to Rage's camp. "So, Chaos. I say we form a treaty, to ensure that both my life is safe, as is yours, on our small journey. And I happen to be a cat of my word." He mewed. "So.." He mewed, a slight grin to his face. "I promise not to kill you unless you try to kill me first, and do you agree to the same?" He mewed, a slight laugh in his voice. He was begining to think of this clan-cat as a friend.

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xx. A grin widened his face and his eyes twinkled with delight. Okay Wasp, he mewed to the loner. I promise not to kill you unless you try to kill me first. [[OCC: xD lol]] He stood, seeing a twinkle of laughter in Wasp's face, probably because he was so much smaller than Birchclaw himself. So now that we have a deal... he paused, flicking his tongue across his beige and white muzzle. Let's set off to Rage's camp. He began to run along the barren terrain his muscle flexing beneath his spotted pelt. This will be interesting... he thought precariously.

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[~*Bright*~]

"Wai-wait for me!" Slash called, leaping to his paws and started chasing after Chaos. He didn't expect the huge tom to take off like that. Then again, he was of WindClan with the fastest cats in the forest. But luckily of him, Slash had also become fast as well, one had to be to survive out here. The gray tom snaked his way through the grass and around rocks and other fallen debris, trying to keep up with. Chaos.
He is faster than I thought. He started to think, as he began to lose sight of the large tom. As he could see now was is tail every now and then. But what made him worry was that he couldn't see any of the other Rouges. His senses were on alert, keeping a lookout to make sure they won't ambush them. Then again, they probably couldn't keep up with Chaos.

But one thing that he was interested in was meeting Rage. Since being banish from the Clan, he had heard rumors about this particular bloodthirsty Though he had never met him, or even seen him, just the stories alone made him shudder a little. But he wouldn't let this slight fear get a hold of him. Even though he has lived here for nearly a moon, he kept his battle skills sharp. If this Rage tried to attack him, he will have him on the ground bleeding in seconds.

[S K Y;♥]

χχ. The large dark brown tabby tom stalked through the thick forest. He could hear the chattering voices of other cats. He scented them one by one...Two-she cats, two toms, and a clan-cat. The most rotten thing a cat could be. More rotten than the decaying corpse of a cat. His nose wrinkled in disgust. He quietly and subtly made his way forward, becoming more and more closer to the loquacious felines. When he finally made his way into the clearing, he laughed almost silently. My dear Wasp, I do believe I am your leader. Have you forgotten perhaps? You will not be forgiven for your failure to remember me. He glared at the tom with his scarlet red eyes, a scar across the left one. You, clan-cat. You should make your way out of her as soon as possible. Otherwise, you might end up dead. We don't want that, now do we? He laughed somewhat deviously and walked slowly around the clan tom. He was rather large in size, but perhaps, no match for Rage. My name is Rage, by the way. I suggest you remember it.

[lithe]

xx. he moved little, even a twitch was not seen as the dark tabby rounded his blind side, he swiveled his head. His large dark eyes following the smaller cats movements with precise and undetectable movements. i know who you are. he meowed simply. his long snowy whiskers twitched in the direction of the hostile tom. i am chaos and i come here for a favor. his voice was low and monotone. if you do not comply with my request, he paused flicking his pink tongue over his broad muzzle, i will kill you. with his last words he heard a hiss echo form somewhere in the trees. i can kill him, he mused, hes tiny.

xx. birchclaw finally noticed a distinguishable feature in the rouge leader; his eyes were a terrifying shade of red and he had a long scar on his eye. what a shame, he meowed innocently. you could have been handsome had it not been for that scar and the ugliness of your face. seeing already the tabby would probably not do his bidding he stood his full height and let out a loud feral hiss of warning.

[S K Y;♥]

He laughed haughtily. And smiled threateningly at the mouse-brained tom. Your words don't phase me in the slightest. Rage may have been a rather small cat, but he was much more stronger than he seemed. His claws were abnormally long and rugged and could easily tear flesh. He smirked at Chaos and gently lashed his tail back and forth, attempting to show the least bit of hostility. He wondered what was going through the cats who were watching the scene from the sidelines. Oh well. They didn't matter to him. The one he really wanted to kill here was this so called "Chaos". He casually sat down and watched the tom with a twinkle of bloodlust in his eyes. You are merely a simple minded clan cat and you are of no threat to me. I find it hard and rather vexing that I cannot seem to fathom why you were even put on this Earth. You are nothing more than an eyesore. He smiled smugly at the large tom and waited for another pitiful comeback.

[fog-- miracle]

Wasp scoweled and held back a shudder as Rage appeared. "It seems you are the arrogent one, Rage, for I left your leadership quite a while ago." Wasp's face was straight, showing no emotian. The only thing that showed in his eyes was slight hatred. He smirked, hearing Chaos's words. He couldn't kill Rage. Not a chance. Stupid Clan cat. He glared at Rage, saying no more, his wide shoulders and sturdy back were slightly shivering, he kept shifting his weight to each small paw. He felt his teal eye twitch a couple times, glaring with a burning hatred at Rage. He didn't think Chaos could kill Rage, but Wasp honestly wished he would.

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xx. a smirk flooded birchclaw's face. a grin he'd never grinned before. one that split his face like the devil could split the floor to open the pit of hell. he could sense the anger, the pent up hatred of his clan and of the imbecile rage. he would snap; he could feel it in his bones, in his soul. he was a clan cat no more. and once rage was out of the way he would rule the rouges. no longer as birchclaw, no, but as chaos. and they would fear him. his size would threaten them and his ruthless heart would burn their pelts with terror.

xx. his smile faded. rage, if you don't mind. he paused, his whiskers twitching and his massive body quivering with anticipation. i'm going to kill you now. a low growl roared form his mouth and he lowered himself, readying to strike...

[fluttertorn]

xx. the ugly she-cat remained where she lay for this whole encounter. she watched each brute; smirking only slightly at the realization that none of them wanted anything to do with the beautiful calypso. but other than that she wanted nothing to do with the toms. well, except one... chaos was chiming into her interests; one of the first cats she had met to do so. wasp and slash on the other hand did nothing to her distant heart. nor did the new brute... rage. at least thats what she thought he had been named. a few moments passed as she watched chaos crouch down; nearly ready to leap and attack. and she watched with her never blinking teal eyes as they contrasted against her gray pelt. she stared at him for a few moments as she lashed her tail back and forth across the dusty ground.

[S K Y;♥]

The dark brown tabby tom laughed mockingly. He knew "Chaos" would pounce any moment, therefore, he took the first move. The tom quickly pounced at Chaos and hissed, his ears pressed against his head. He clawed rapidly at his face and spat rude words at the tom.

"Stupid, ignorant, clan-cat! Can't you see? Your not wanted here."

Rage backed away from Chaos, and smiled smugly, preparing for another attack. He decided he would let the ignoramus have a go at hurting him. He sat and waited for a pitiful blow from the large tom, licking his paw pad nonchalantly.