Pretty rogue she-cat taken prisoner, (Clan members needed) Jump In!

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    Petals held her head high as Slipstream escorted her back to the RiverClan camp. The proud rogue was a little scared of what would happen to her, but she didn't let any of the emotions and thoughts running through her head show on her face. She looked around, taking in the camp and it's possible escape routes.

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    "Don't worry, we'll make sure there's no escape." Slipstream said, smoothly. "No need to look around."

    Falconpaw, a black and white tom, bounded out of the river, holding a big trout in his jaws. He started to trot back to camp, when he saw Slipstream escorting a strange looking cat he never saw before. He dropped the trout on the fresh kill pile, and went over towards Slipstream. As he got real close, the scent of the she-cat boggled him completely. "Who is this? I've never seen or smelled a cat like this before." Falconpaw said to Slipstream.

    "A rouge. Thought it would be smart to walk into the river. " Said Slipstream.

    "She must have guts," Falconpaw said, "Everyone knows to stay out of the river. That's our territory."

    "I didn't walk in. I was TRYING to get a drink, but the dirt under my paw gave out, and I fell in," she meowed furiously. Did they think all rogues were dumb as Twolegs?

    Rosepaw looked at the rouge. She had been laying in the camp, warming her fur. She quickly raised herself to her paws. Walking a bit closer, Rosepaw stopped, her gaze raising to the she-cat and Slipstream. The brown tabby shecat flicked her tail. "Who's this?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the rogue now.

    Her gaze was fierce, but it held a small trace of sympathy for her, yet she didn't know why. She looked at the shecat. She tried to think of something she could say, not trying to show weakness. "So...Why are you HERE?" She asked.

    "I saved her, she was about to end her life in or river. Not sure why she thought it was a good idea."

    She stood up straighter. "I wanted to explore." She wasn't sure why she had decided to start telling her life story to these cats. It wasn't as if they cared.

    Rosepaw felt bad for the shecat, but she attempted to hide it. She stood there, not saying anything, her focus just shifting back from the rogue to her clanmate.

    "So your names Petals?" Falconpaw asked the silver and gray she-cat. He looks toward Slipstream. "What should we do with her?" he asked. In his mind, he was thinking What Clan is this cat from? She doesn't seem like a bad she-cat, but I can never be too cautious.

    He grinned. "We'll see." he whispered back. "You'll learn how to deal with rouges."

    Rosepaw glanced quickly to Falconpaw. She looked at the she-cat again. "And where did you come from?" She asked, her curiousity not displayed in her tone.

    She puffed up her now-dry fur. "A tribe in the mountains, far away from here," she meowed. She looked up at the sun. While one of her blue eyes stayed the same, the other had a purple shine to it in the direct sunlight.

    Ooc: im joining in! :) ;D :D ;)
    ic: stream shine looked at the rogue her fur fluffed up her back arched she hissed she had never liked rogues i dont know why but she just doesnt