Lonesome- Rogue wander

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The young she-cat stood still, her muscles stiff, and her deep blue gaze studying her surroundings. I must be near... my dear brother must live somewhere over here... She thought, making a disgusted face as she thought of her brother. The rogue padded on with unecesary stealth and precaution, "The old lump told me my brother lives in Thunderclan." She thought outloud, "Oh Stormfrost you will pay when I find you..." Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

[Thornpaw]

Thornpaw had wandered dangerously away from Thunderclan. Ah, but who’s to care? She loved the feeling of freedom through her glimmering pelt, to go where she wished. She knew her punishment would be severe, though the thought did not stop her. She wandered dreamily through the bracken her thoughts drifting the her last encounter with the devilishly handsome Stormfrost. Is he thinking about me, she questioned her self, smiling in spite of her actions. Her paws felt light on the ground as she emerged from a row of trees. A scent drifted to her. Mouse. But it was masked by something else, something more intriguing. Voices? Hr ears perk intently. Yes I do believe I’m correct. Her dappled pelt perfectly suited for hiding in shadows, she slinks forward, unknowingly stepping on a branch that cracks loudly in protest. She froze. She knew she had be found out so, whats the use. She strode out to where the cat was, finding a she-cat, quite pretty actually, with an uncanny resemblance to Stormfrost. “How do you do?” She mews almost cheerfully, though not quite sure she will get such a kind reaction from the rouge. But she was willing to take her chances.

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The young rogue's pelt bristled with anticipation, a strange scent drifted to her nose glands. One of those despicable clan cats? Her ears strained to listen for more, but she did not need that because a cheerful meow interrupted her. She turned sharply towards the sound of the voice, and without thinking meowed, "Fine." With the coldest and bitter tone. "Who are you?" She meowed her deep dark blue eyes wide, "Are you a clan cat?!"

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Thornpaw ignored the ice in her voice. “Yes I am a clan-cat.” mimicking her same bitter tone, though followed by a brilliant smile. “And who might you be?” Thornpaw asked with a flick of her umber tail. She feels giddy with her new found freedom. Deciding she liked the feeling, loved it. She paused to study the rouge. Her resemblance to Stormfrost was unmistakable. The thought of the tom forced our a quizzical half smile. His eyes, so deep and…she searched for the word. Tempting.

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The young rogue gave a smirk, Oh, yes I have found what I want.. "So you have the guts to speak to a rogue like that.. or even confront one." She meowed and sat down, as if it were nothing but a pleasant conversation. Her deep blue eyes focused on the other cat. "My name is Deathraven." She meowed with an evil almost disgusting grin that formed on her muzzle as she emphasized the word "death." "I had struggled since I was born, enduring rogue life.. my past is cloudy, but clan blood runs through my veins." She knew her last words were convenient, if she just took her to the clans she might finally get what she wanted... a thought flashed trough her mind and realized it was vital for her plan. "Are you in the so called Thunderclan?"

[Thornpaw]

Hmm… this may prove interesting.
“The name is Thornpaw thank you very much.” She says with a saucy smile. “Pleasant to meet you, Deathraven.” Emphasizing death as she had done before. She struggles to suppress a laugh. Her eyes flicker, showing something feral, something wild in her eyes. She takes a seat across from the rouge, though as a reasonable safe distance. Thornpaw curled her tail around her auburn paws, as if all of this was just game. “Hmm…Thunderclan you say? I’ve heard of it.” Choosing her words carefully. Not the truth but not a lie either, a fair compromise. “So..” Thornpaw asked casually, “Why the sudden interest, eh?” She mews with a wicked smile. She brings her paw up and daintily gives it a lick, flashing her knife-like claws. Her thoughts go to Stormfrost, unable to resist the pleasant image. But a sudden thought strikes her, making her go rigid for a slight moment, before her face once more becomes a mask, flashing her infectious and strangely devious smile to the rouge cat. Could this…maybe have something to do with Stormfrost?

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Deathraven gave a fake smile, but her tail lashed with irritation. "Thornpaw... mm, isn't that a clan name for an apprentice? or let's say warrior in training?" The rogue narrowed her deep blue eyes and meowed, "I can see that you are not telling me the entire truth.." She got up and closer to the apprentice, "Oh dearie, I am not scared of those." She smirked as she noticed the cat's claws. "I have my own-- besides I have always been on my own, and need no help." She meowed knowing that the cat had to be from some of the clans. "I am interested because it may help uncover some part of my past.. you know I have Thunderclan blood." She answered finally, but she did not trust anyone as the rogue she is, and did not tell everything.

[Thornpaw]

Thornpaw forced a sincere smile though her claws stayed safely drawn, flexing them in defiance. She eyed the rouge, mistrust radiating from her gaze, and yet some playful, almost mocking gleam in her eye. “…Family in Thunderclan?” Thornpaw echoed her statement with a sly grin. “Hmm…Thunderclan blood? That’s…interesting. Anyone in particular?” Her question was followed by a radiant smile, giving her chest auburn a quick lick She then settling on staring at the blue eyed rouge, interest and malice set in her features. Those eyes, so familiar… Thornpaw narrowed her eyes studying the cat as if she was some puzzle to be solved. Whatever she was hiding she intended to find answers, at any cost. She was far from reveling anything to this cat. Her tail twitched in impatiently, though masked with a cool gaze and a shinning smile. So familiar…

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"Yes, Thunderclan blood." Deathraven hissed, she was loosing her patience and the scrutinizing gaze of the apprentice made her uncomfortable. She was used to being alone, doing everything by her own the moment her mother died-- without even knowing of her existence, her only contact with other cats had been from a gentle loner who had rescued her and told her about her only brother, Stormfrost, and driven by hate.. and only by that did she want to find him. "It is none of your business whom my brother may be!" The rogue snapped, and knew she had just given this apprentice an answer, slightly but still, by telling the cat she was related to is a tom. She forced a smile on her face and asked more gently, "Could you now tell me? are you from Thunderclan?"

[Thornpaw]

Thornpaw hesitated, but there was no use hiding it any longer. “Yes,” She mewed slowly, “I am from Thunderclan.” Could she trust this rouge enough to lead her to their borders? She almost laughed. She had certainly given this rouge a hard time, though finding it some what amusing. She stiffened at the mention of her brother. Stormfrost. It had to be. Their similarity was unmistakable. But should she trust herself enough to lead this cat into Thunderclan. What would Stormfrost think if she came striding into camp with his ‘long lost’ sister at her heels? To be quite honest, the two hadn’t really hit it off, and she found it hard to trust her. What could she want? Stormfrost! She cursed silently. What should I do? His deep beautiful eyes felt like they were boring into her skin.

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Deathraven had to fight to keep her composure, she gave a mere smile but inside her soul was shouting with triumph. Stormfrost.. Stormfrost my brother, oh how soon... The thought made her long sharp claws extend and contract, barely scraping the ground and realizing what she was doing sheathed them quickly. She walked around the apprentice and stopped looking at her directly in the eyes. Her deep blue eyes showed her eagerness-- yet at the same time hidden but there-- her unmerciful side. "Now dearie, will you be so polite to take me there?" She asked with her fake smile, her ivory white fangs protruding as her lips parted.

[Thornpaw]

She eyed the cat warily. There was obvious excitement radiating from the rouge. She watched her eyes, burning with eagerness. To eager. She gazed at the cat, suspicion gleaming in her tawny eyes. She was torn, trapped. What to do? Excellent Thornpaw look at what you’ve gotten yourself into! She cursed herself silently. But then an idea hit her, well, sort of. “I suppose I can lead you to Thunderclan…” She purred half heartedly. She didn’t like the idea of leading this rouge anywhere, so, I wont, she decided firmly. “Well are you going to sit around all day with that fake smile or are you coming?” She demanded, staring at the rouge, attempting to mask her impatience, but failing miserably. She turned smartly on her heel and headed into the bracken, her dappled coat quickly melting away. Perfect. She would lead the rouge on a wild goose chase until she thought of something really brilliant…yeah right. “Come on!” She yowled impatiently, though she had all but disappeared into the shadows.

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Yess, finally I got what I want! Her thoughts so inside her, so realistic, she had to hid her emotions bitting her lips, so hard blood dripped slowly from them. Her fake smile dropped and she gave a hateful look at the apprentice. If I didn't need her I would have killed her right away! She thought, and licked her bloody lips. Following her in a rushed light pace, her dark intense eyes straining to keep sight of the apprentice.

[Thornpaw]

Oh this is excellent, really brilliant Thornpaw! She scolded herself as she pelted through the forest. The trees seemed a blur as she rushed passed the undergrowth whipping at her face as she hastened by. Maybe she lost me trail? She thought with mild hope. She stole a glance behind her shoulder. Not quite. She could just see the outline of the ashen white cat behind her. She scowled and continued on her blind rampage through the woods. She felt like she was running forever. But suddenly the trees abruptly ended. Whats this? She had never seen this place before. A white fence lay before her. What in the? And past the fence lay a vast expanse of a field. But there was something strange. Tall creatures, dotted the fields, their hooves almost alien to her. Horses, she remembered hearing about them before. But never did she think she would actually see one. She paused to take in the scene, almost forgetting she had a blood thirsty rouge behind her who claims she has family in Thunderclan. Great! She scowled. She turned from the field, but wait? Did she come from the left or right? She began to sniff the earth but the smell of the horse field masked any sign of a scent. Lost? Oh dear.

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Her blue gaze did not leave for a moment the camouflaged apprentice. Her senses all concentrated on keeping track of her, she was behind the apprentice, by a few fox-lengths, and to her dismay, the rogue realized her intentions. Her icy voice full of impatience and exasperation, "Oh Dearie! No use in wasting time and energy--" Her voice trailed off as the apprentice stopped and her treeless surroundings disconcerted her. "I might as well find my own way faster without you... a clan apprentice getting lost on her own territory" She smirked noticing the cat's reaction at this new place. Would I regret?
She thought and padded dangerously close to her, unsheathing her right-paw front claws...