The Rogue That Wouldn't Give Up

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    Jester, born as a kittypet, had finally escaped from the clutches of Boneclan, with many new battle scars he continued on towards Thunderclan territory, in search of two things, kits and prey!

    Fawnkit had snuck out of her camp and was now sitting on the edge of her territory and sighed, looking at her old kittypet home. She knew she was talked about behind her back about how she was born a kittypet and would never be a true clan cat. She had thought about going to back to the soft life of a kittypet several times, but she never actually did.

    Fawnkit caught the scent of a cat, but paid no attention to it. Her eyes were glued on her old home as she saw her human come out with a......no, it couldn't be....a new kit. They had replaced her! Well, she now knew she was never going back.

    Jester jumped out from behind the bush, then he saw what the kit was looking at. "Why do you watch the kittypet homes with such interest?" He hissed.

    Fawnkit spun around and looked at the other cat with fear. "I-I...uh...used to live...with th-them." She stammered as she looked at the other kit.

    "So your the kit they replaced me with? Huh, I guess your kind of cute....You like the clan life? I don't find it fitting I'm a rogue I'd ask you to join me but....it's up to you...there's always enough to eat and well taking the kits is pretty fun I guess, I only do it for Boneclan though they killed my brother so I'm basically paying them so they won't kill me....."

    Her eyes widened. "You were the kit that was in that picture up on the den wall!" She gasped, then wondered if she could leave thunderclan. "Well..........I would love to join you.....b-" She stopped and reminded herself everyone hated her. "I'll join you. I was never meant for clan life anyways."

    Jester thought it was nice to have someone with him, how exciting! "Wow, I thought I'd always be an outcast, so what do you feel like doing first, I mean we could attack thunderclan or we could always go after another clan, since you know this is your current clan, you might want to wait a few moons before we attack them..."

    She smiled and lashed her tail. "We should go after Thunderclan. I'll show them that I'm not just a soft kittypet."

    She ran through the forest to her old clan, her tail lashing excitedly. Once she was at the entrance, she nodded to the two guards that sat there, both of them had their gaze on the forest. "How do we get past them?" She asked, her gaze filled with excitement.
    ( I know)

    "We just need to find the nursery then we have to make a small hole in the border surround the camp and crawl through, then we cut a hole in the flap on the nursery take 1-2 kits each and make a run for it!"

    (So i'm guessing i'm a full grown cat now?)
    "Ok. Just saying, I get the kit that is all black, ok?" She said, since that was the kit of the cat that teased her a lot.

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    Pitch trudged along, her stupendous paws almost big enough to trip over. The snow flaked gently on her lynx-like fur, for she was a hybrid - half-lynx, half cat. She was behemothic, large in size, her ears colossal and picking up every sound. The rustle and thud of paws jostled her, and she raced toward the sound. She twirled herself around a tree, inspecting a scene farther beyond. A young cat - and a rogue, definitely rogue. "Hello..." her heavy british accent muffled her voice as she stepped from she shade of the trees.

    She spun around at the voice of another cat. "Hey there. Who are you?" She asked, ready to bolt if necessary.

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    Pitch's gaze jolted, her eyes humorous and full of slight surprise. "I am Pitch, a native loner - or you could say rogue - here," she answered, speaking more loudly to unmuddle her accent a bit. "Do you need help? I've been listening to your conversations - not to be rude..." she paused. "It was extremely rude of me to listen in, I'm sorry..." she paused again. "...But, I heard your plans and I can help," Pitch stepped forward and realized she was taller than the other cats - being half-lynx and all. She shrunk her shoulders, trying modestly to hide her large size.

    She smiled as she heard Pitch would help them. "Calm down Jester. She's going to help us." She turned her gaze to Pitch and nodded her head. "Of course you can help us."