The Iridescent Rogues {Very Open}

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  • "I chased a mouse over here I hadn't notice where I was till after I lost the mouse" he said flicking his tail. He often lied to achive hos own ends and he was used to people falling for it. "I'll be more careful in the future".

  • (Sorry, was at school thing)
    "Isis, I remarked the scent markers while I was out, and I smell no other cats on our territory."
    Clawstalker exclaimed proudly.
    "And when I got back here, I found One past the border and Dragoness was coming up behind him."

  • "Ok" One said in a depressed voice. He slinked away and headed straight back to the camp he knew he was in trouble so he waited at the door to the house.

  • "Ok," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper."About this One cat, he seems a bit suspicious to me. I'll keep an eye on him if I were you."

  • "You weren't suppose to hear that, but thank you for supplying that information." He said, looking down on her. " Now go ask your mentor if he intends for you to do anything else today."

  • "Dragoness, you should not interfere with adult business," Isis meowed, "However your opinions are noted."


    Drift padded along, listening.

  • "Ok, I'm back at the house now" One said when the rest of the cats arrived. "I was chasing after a mouse honest, I even have a mouse burried in the woods". He looked at his feet because he didn't want anyone to see the huge grin on his face.

  • The others might not have noticed, but after the uncountable moons defending for himself in the forest, he had more advanced senses. He could smell the "I'm lying but nobody can tell" scent, and he could see the very faint bristling of fur on his back. A faint growl erupted in his throat, but he disguised it with saying "Fine, but you'll have to get it tomorrow, for now, go back to the house."

  • Clawstalker jumped up onto a window sill then up onto a ledge and squeezed through a hole to get inside his home, the old attic. There he sat down and started grooming himself in a pile of old, moldy pillows.