Rogues

[Silverpelt]

"Yeah" Lightpelt said looking off toward the clans for Ember."Most kitypets don't even know about rogues".

[Goldenstar]

Sakie sat down and washed his paw. Rogues were dirty but he, for one, liked to be clean. "They're too weak, like you said, to even notice us. We're like an inbetween type of cat - not owned by anything, whether it be StarClan or Twolegs." he drew his paw over his ear, and was about to lick it some more when a sudden itch came upon him and he leapt around to scratch at his back, where fleas danced like at a hula.

[Silverpelt]

"i wonder" Lightpelt said." If maybe the kittypet is half clan-cat or rogue" she suggested.Maybe that's how it know's about us".

[Goldenstar]

Sakie prodded her with his clean paw. "That's not very likely, but possible, I suppose. That must be one weird kittypet. I wouldn't want to be the owners of any kittypet like that...half ferocious Clan-cat and half independent, ..." he trailed on for quite some time naming the not-so-virtous qualities of a rogue.

[Torrentstar]

Ember reappeared, sneakily removing a few shards of shale from her bright pelt. She shook her head, blinking, and settled down in the center of the small hollow where the rogues were camped to groom.

Sometimes she actually missed sharing tongues with others; not that it had happened much. Ember's liquid amber eyes hardened as she gazed suspiciously at Sakie, noting his irritating smugness at being a rogue. After all, there were times when she longed to go back.

[Autumnpool]

Crimson crept through the undergrowth. he heard cat voices near by, but he didn't reconize them. he crept up to a couple of cats congragated in the middle of a clearing. He quietly watched from the bushes, intrested.

[Goldenstar]

Sakie's nose twitched. "I smell something." he said pointedly. "Must be you, Ember. You smell like moon-old dead mouse." he said with an irritating smile.

[Autumnpool]

Crimson knew the cat smelled him. He knew that he smelled bad. No doubt of that. But he did not smell like rotten mouse! He was angered by that, but kept in the same position,eager not to be caught. He shifted in to a comfertable position and watched.

[Goldenstar]

Sakie's nose twitched. He rubbed it with a clean-ish paw, then said to Ember, "Ember, when was the last time you washed? You STINK."


OOC:// Torrentstar this is just because Sakie smells Crimson but doesn't know it.

[Autumnpool]

OOC:// Do you mean Sakie smells Crimson? Or Sakie smells bad?

[Goldenstar]

OOC:// Sakie smells something that smells bad. He assumes it's Ember, because she's a rogue and also beause he's edgy around her.

[Torrentstar]

Ember swatted at the huge black rogue with a sheathed paw. She sniffed her chest, and licked her paws. "I do NOT smell like a dead mouse!" she flared. "When was the last time you washed, stinkypoo?"

[Autumnpool]

Crimson would leave soon, seeing as this wasn't helpful. But he Had to see the outcome of THIS!

[Goldenstar]

Sakie drew himself to his quite notable full height. "I wash whenever I feel like it. I think you need a wash!" he said, and he quickly licked his paw and ran it over Ember's flank, none to gentely.

[Torrentstar]

Flinching away with the fire that had given her her name in her eyes, Ember glared at him, and opened her mouth for a scathing retort. Then, surprisingly, she closed her mouth and stalkied furiously away.