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    Morae's POV


    I fend for myself. I hunt for myself. I care for myself. I do pretty much everything for myself. Except for a few friends who I'd do anything for... I was a rogue. Born a rogue, live a rogue, die a rogue. That was my life plan.


    I slipped under the tangled brambles and bushes as I silently followed a plump mouse. My eyes glowed fire as I watched wide-eyed as the plump mouse took a rest to clean its head. I pounced, and with a quick bite to the neck, killed the mouse. I looked around to see if anyone else was around.

    "hey!"said a deep voice that was as smooth as velvet but struck
    like lightning."what you think you're doing"he said as his coal
    black fur ruffled in the wind.


    He had a small kit dangling from his twisted jaw.The kit looked at the cat with a scared blue gaze and a fresh scar across its nose.

    Morae~
    "Getting a bite to eat," I meowed back. "What about you?" I mumbled, my mouth full of mouse. I looked down at the kit, looking into its horrified expression. I gave it a whatever look and turned back to my mouse, devouring the last bit. I sat myself before the black tom and licked my chops, revealing my sharp teeth.

    occ:he holding the kit by the flanks
    "the usual...stealing kits"he said as the kit was trying to escape.The tom bit the kit harder then the kit yowled with blood trickling down.The tom sat down."so...what's your name"he said

    "Ha," I replied, satisfied with the Rogue's work when he mentioned kit-stealing. "My name's Morae. And yours?" I flicked my tail at him and continued to glare icicles at the little kit as it yowled.

    " Sure is." A cat with a jet black pelt came out of the brambles. " Okay, now what are you doing here?"