change your mind

[CROOKY]

Power surged through his muscles. The air was stiff and musty. One could almost freel trapped in one place if they let them. The air was stifled by the roaming scent of a rabbit. This was a rare occasion, while the creatures showed themselves in the poppy fields they were seldom brave enough to come out on a sunny day like today.

The heat beat down on the cat, panting heavily he padded up to a rock looking over across the fields. The scent was coming from his left slightly northern. He quietly padded down and started to creep through the brush. He could sense the rabbit was coming near and tried to be as quiet as he could knowing the rabbit was more likely to hear him then smell his scent.

With one quick leapt and a short chase he caught up to the rabbit and grabbings its leg brought it down. He bit into its neck endings its life soon. Ripping a chunk from its belly he fell into the ravenous hunger that had trifled him for almost three days. His muscles were showing more through his thin layer of fur. This cat was a killing machine, he had nothing but pure muscle and was ready to take on any foe.

It is true I have put up with these weaklings until now but its time to go alone. I work better alone. He thought to himself. He had been wandering for a couple days only encountering a few cats. He liked it that way, other cats would just try to make connections. Connections was something he didnt need, able to make decisions no matter what they were without worrying about the welfare of others was something he loved about being a rogue. He finished up the rabbit.

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Clear smelt the scent of dead rabbit, fresh dead rabbit. Some cat was near by! He was frightened even more, prowling through the weeds, not sure if the other cat could sense him or not. He kept prowling, a different cat scent hitting his nostrils, and all he could do was freeze in one place.

[CROOKY]

Sensing that there was another cat he perked up looking around for any other cats. He could smell him but he couldn't hear him. He picked up the rabbit it had hardly a meal left but he couldn't eat anymore. He followed the cats scent. He tossed the rabbit towards to the scent. "There ya go" He yowled out to whoever was there. He could smell more food around but his stomach had shrunk over the times he hadn't eaten. He wasn't hungry anymore.

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Clear perked his head up, looking at the other tom. "No no.. I was curious on what.. that scent kinda was.." He studdered, hoping not to be attacked. He pranced around in the weeds, and soon ran into the other tom. He studdered, falling back, "Sorry.."

[CROOKY]

He scented the air his muscles ready to pounce. "You don't smell like a clan cat, tell me your not a clan cat." He yelled commandingly. He knew that if the cat was a clan cat he would be forced to hurt the tom but something in his larger belly and frightened eyes said he was not.

[poppyseeds]

Brokenheart

Her torn ears poked up out of the grass. She looked around warily, noticing Rancid and Clear. She would try to stay hidden for now, and see what was going on. She could see that Clear was obviously scared of Rancid. She stared at them, tilting her head. I wonder why that tom is really freaked out about the other one being a Clan cat... she thought, frowning.

[CROOKY]

Razor could smell the other cat but obviously she didnt want to be seen or heard. He thought that as long as he could sense where teh cat was he would let it be. But the prickling sense on the back of his neck made him uncomfortable. "Who's there" He said in a gruff voice hoping it wasn't any clan cat coming to get this fool.

[poppyseeds]

Brokenheart exposed herself, looking at Rancid. "I'm no threat to you, unless you are a threat to me! I'm Brokenheart. I was formerly a Clan cat, but I left," she meowed, "And with my scars, half of a tail, and one ear, I wouldn't be able to do that much to you." She licked her paws, while waiting for him to respond.

[CROOKY]

Razor blinked his eyes in recognition of the cat. "I too was once a clan cat, Riverclan to be exact." He said brisquely and almost droning on. "and I am no threat, I simply strive to survive and oppose anyone who tries to stop me"

[poppyseeds]

Brokenheart looked around. "I would hunt, but my skills are useless. Everyone was cruel to me in ThunderClan. My mate died, so they gave me the terrible name Brokenheart, and made me an elder," she meowed, "I was a kittypet at first. The twoleg kits abused me, and my parents left. I left after them, and went to the forest." She sighed. Everyone hated me.

[CROOKY]

Razor again nodded. He dragged the rabbit over to her. "Here you go." He said not because he cared for the she-cat but because he didn't need it. "there was a time when I was known as Tallstar leader of Riverclan, my clan who favored my deputy droncve me out under the pretense that I killed kits. I am known as Razor now."

[poppyseeds]

Brokenheart looked at the rabbit he had thrown to her. "Thank you," she meowed. She looked around and took a bite of the rabbit. She was so thin you could see her bones. She never had luck catching prey, as her hearing wasn't good because of her torn ears. She ate until it was all gone, but still didn't feel full. She sighed and looked at Rancid. "What were you doing out here?" she asked, tilting her head again.

[CROOKY]

"I havent eaten in moons, I had to come hunt or I'd die." He showed her how his rib-bones stuck out in his sides and his muscles seemed to be eating themselves. "And I cannot die, I will need all 6 lives I have before I'm ready to lay to rest."

[poppyseeds]

Brokenheart looked at him, and then to her tail. "I was attacked by a dog. It took off half my tail." And then she heard about him not eating for moons. "I had to eat crowfood to stay alive. And at least you have 6 lives. I only have one!" she spat, looking around. She stiffened, and her stance turned defensive.

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Clear blinked, and just sat there. He knew he was sensed, but he was getting rather.. worried. Clancats?.. .. My mom and dad told me to be warned of them.. He backedtracked, not wanting to be noticed again. He tried to be silent, which was hard for his big paws, but he hoped it wasn't enough to be heard.