dirty paws | (open, rogue)

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    Softstep had been hunting, as he always was. He'd retrieved a surprising amount of prey for leaf-bare, and even had to return for a second trip. The lithe tom leaned down to the hole he'd dug in the soft ground to grasp fresh-kill in his jaws when a loud crack alerted him to someone behind him.


    The tom wasn't particularly afraid when the scent of his sister filled his nose. His ears flattened on his head as he let out a loud hiss, claws extending. The lithe, dark grey she-cat let out a low laugh at her brother. "Aww, what's wrong, brother? Aren't you happy to see me?" The rogue meowed, mockingly.


    Softstep let out an agitated growl. "What is it that you're doing here, Riley?" He meowed, yellow eyes narrowed at his sister.


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    Wow. For once, the small she cat had encountered a problem, but she wasn't alone. What should she do? It sounded like these two knew each other, so did Mistheart need to be a part of this at all? The brown and white she cat kept her distance, watching with her blue eyes. If a fought broke out, she supposed she would take part. Mistheart would look like an idiot running back to the camp wanting help to deal with one silly rogue, and she would feel guilty if something did happen to Softstep whilst she wasn't there.


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    If the warrior knew of the presence of his clanmates, he showed no sign of it. His eyes were locked on the threatening form of his sister stalking forward. "It's a shame, really. I'm just trying to visit my brother. And yet, your claws are drawn?" Riley meowed, falseness ringing in her voice. It appeared she wasn't even attempting to mask her lie.


    "You're not welcome here." Softstep growled. The tom could feel his fur bristling the longer he stood before the rogue in front of him. She reeked of Twolegplace and the foul stench was thick in the air, practically suffocating.


    "Fine, fine, I'll spill." The rogue meowed in a bored tone, as if she had wanted him to play along. "I've come with an offer. I propose that you join me, in joining BloodClan."


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