Tick Tock Goes The Clock... A She-cat lays dazed on Blackheart grounds.

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    Keep going, got to keep going.
    Move paws move!
    Tired...oh so tired..


    Not enough time....


    A clatter stung the air, shattering the cold silence of the afternoon. Then another crash.
    Any human would have suspected a racoon or a rat to be making all of this ruccus. But, knocking into the stategically lined up trash cans was a tiny black she-cat. Her fur was ruffled and fluffed, giving her the innocent look of a kitten. One eye of hers was blue and the other a fading shade of hazel.
    Her tiny paws were floundering under her weight and movement. Her own breath was coming in uneven pants.


    There was never enough time for her to reach a safe spot and she collapsed in the middle of the alley.


    Time...
    Isn't time such a mysterious word?
    Time.


    And time was an important word for this cat, for it was her own name. Time. It flowed beautifully of the mouth of whatever cat called for her. Just as well as the blood had flowed from their wounds.
    Was that why she had run? Had she run from those that had spoken her name?


    Or is it more?

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    Rose, a loner, kicked out by the Blackheart Rogues, stalked over to Time. "What are you doing here and what do you want?" she growled, unaware that this she-cat was dying, or at least sickly.

    OOC: Your username... Of course you replied to this thread :3 Tick Tock Goes The Clock, Even For The Doctor

    IC:
    A she-cat, Time knew, had stepped within a 20 foot radius of her. It didn't distract her from dying it seemed. Another tumble of the cans and the she-cat went tumbling into a cardboard box. Almost instantly, her mind went back to that cat nearby.
    Time peeked out of the box and wrinkled her nose at Rose. "Me? I'm dying, so it seems, and you're standing there."
    She really didn't care about this new cat. Hell, all she cared about was finding a meal and a shelter at this point,
    "You have a place to stay?"

    ooc: WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WIMEY STUFF...
    [size=1]Matt is still my fav, but David is a sexy beast. >:P[/size]

    OOC: Heh, yeah, Doctor Who and Warriors are the best! Plus, my name really is Rose, so...


    Ic: "Well, I suppose you can have some of this." Rose kicked over a dead trout and some Twoleg food. "Sorry, it's all I have right now." she meowed. "If you want, you can stay at my place for a bit, until yer in top shape."

    Almost savage like, Time gulped the taste-less food down. It dropped into her stomach and she was a happy she-cat.
    "Why are you looking at me like that?"
    She may have been a little paranoid, but she could sense when she was being judged. Time is always being judged, isn't it?

    Time shoved away the leftovers of her unsatisfying meal. The black she-cat took a sniff at the air around her, analyzing each of the mingling scents.
    "Cats. There are a lot of cats living around here aren't there?"
    She wasn't familiar with this territory, but in any territory there are large groups of cats.

    "Yes." Rose responded. "The Blackheart Rouges. I was kicked out when I first became a warrior." she growled.

    Time stared Rose up and down.
    "Why? You seem strong enough." She paused for a moment.
    "Unless you betrayed them."

    Rose stared at the ground blankly and sighed. "A really sweet tom liked me a lot. He was the best."

    Time smirked. "The cliche Romeo and Juliet. Each from enemy lines and each falls in love with the other." She hoped onto a gleaming garbage can and started to groom herself, mumbling between licks. "I think...It's....quite sweet." The black she-cat had never really been interested in any Toms, but passing on her genes would be quite important. Even if she was a smidge out of it.

    Rose nodded and smiled. "Do y'all want to hunt? I heard some of them rats over by that dumpster. If you're fit enough." she looked towards a large Twoleg dumpster.

    Rashake came out of the dumpster, rat in his mouth. "Hello!" he said happily.

    Time recoiled and descended from the can at the sight of the tom.
    "You know it's rude, interrupting two cats that are conversing so suddenly." The small black she-cat eyed the tom with growing curiousiy. He didn't seem to be eccentric in any way. She padded closer to Rashake and sniffed him. His scent was undeterminable.
    "Where are you from?"

    Rose suspiciously glared at the newcomer, holding back a snarl. "You should not be here, stranger. Address your name." she meowed, curiousity in her voice.



    OOC: What does Rashake mean? It's a nice name. Very unusual and different, in a good way. :D

    Ice stalked towards the cats, eyes blazing with hatred. The white tom had not been in the BHR for that long but he already felt accepted and wanted to help protect his new home with his life. "Who are you?" he growled addresing at all three cats.

    Time eyed the newcomer and Ice. She chuckled and looked at Rose. "Oh you know, the usual." Adressing Ice, the small she-cat smiled a toothy grin. "It should be none of your business. Some cats actually have lives."


    Licking a paw, she examined his physical features. His smell was the same as the strong smell of a group of cats. He was a member of them, presumably a fighter. He looked well fed and groomed, something that Time admired. "I was looking for a new home and ran into Rose," she pointed her tail in the she-cat's direction. "This Rashake cat sneaked up on us.

    Rashake looked at the cats. He smiled, and carried the rat away with him.

    "Farewell and good luck, Rashake. You'll need it." Rose called as she glanced at Ice.