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    Abraoke's clouded blue eyes flashed as she caught the smell of squirrel. A grin pulled at the corners of her lips right after she licked them. She was in the mood for squirrel...Her silvery white pelt blended in with the misty background of Mist Forest as she crawled through the fronds of damp bracken, nearing the delicious scent.


    This was her life, the life she chose after her father and brothers killed her mother. The life of a care-free loner. Abraoke wasn't the shy, meek kit she was back then. She was hot-headed, brash, adn determined, completely opposite her past self. She was being hunted by her father and brothers now, because they deemed her weak, like her mother had been in their eyes. Well, Abraoke had learned how to put her extremely small size to the test, adn now knew how to fight using her own advantages. Oh yes...she was ready. They would find her eventually, and it would be her that killed them.

    Thorntail, a ShadowClan warrior, watched the dauntless she-cat pursue her Clan's prey. She held herself back from violently attacking the loner as she admired the cat's pretty silvery coat, so alike her own. The warrior was large, and well-built, with lean muscles and a straight back. Her dark eyes were emerald green, and glowed with curiousity. This loner inspired those secret feelings that she forbade, but here she was, basking in them. The tough cat sauntered near by, adding an easy swing into her hips and keeping her tail low. She had been craving a female mate for ages, and here was a loner all by her lonesome, and ripe for the plucking.

    {Hey, are you going to submit a form for the Hospital/Mental Ward thing?}


    Abraoke froze, sensing a nearby prescence. Had she been caught? She sighed irritably. Most likely. Slowly, the loner pulled herself up and turned to the side, blue eyes flashing indignantly. She froze when a rather pretty she-cat sauntered her way into the clearing, hips swinging a bit and a weird emotion in bright emerald green eyes. Abraoke shook herself and glared at the cat, unsheathing her claws and growling threatingly.

    Ooc: nah, its ok.


    Thorntail sat back on her haunches, staring unabashedly. "You are quick to bear your claws, loner,"she said almost tauntingly. "You must not be aware that you're in ShadowClan territory." She yawned and watched the stranger curiously.

    {Ok}


    Abraoke straightened slightly, glaring at the taunting tone of voice. She hated that. She hated this cat. "If you cared about your territory you would've attacked me by now!" she spat angrily.

    "And win a dishonorable fight against a helpless loner? What I should do is bring you back to camp, and hand you over to our leader. But something about you intrigues me so," she purred in a low voice. "You are so rugged, and tired. Perhaps you have some stories worth my time?"

    Insomniafantasy crept past a florishing clump of ferns, smirking as he came upon the two cats. He stared intently at the brash loner, sharp emerald gaze shifting to his ShadowClan Clanmate. "I don't know about helpless, Thorntail. She looks pretty capable." He joked lightly, shaking his sleek black pelt. "Nevertheless, we do indeed, have to chase her off our territory for the prey reasons and such and such."


    He glimpsed casually at the female. Ears pricked suddenly, he lowered his voice to a hushed whisper. "Do you hear that tintinnbulation?" He asked quietly, listening to the faint jingling. "It's a bird, a fat blue one that I rarely catch around here, right on that log." He growled, stalking forward. He returned with the food and put it down. "We can share before we have to drive you away, if you'd like. It's only manners."

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    ShadowClan, Alas. Peeking out from a tree, Apple gazed at the group of cats below her. She leaped down, landing neatly, with her paws together. Her brown fur was slightly ruffled in the breeze. A wave of alarm switched off. What if they were to command me to do something. If that happened, I had no choice but to do it. "Who are you?" asked the petite cat, her amber eyes glowing as her gaze swept.