No place for me

[Rosestar]

Clover stalked a small mouse, it was so thin, she hissed, what a pathetic catch. But still, she got to eat. She gulped it down. She sighed. There was no where for her. No place to sleep, she hissed, she didn't have a den. Why was life so hard on her!?

[[.:Breaker:.]]

How foolish. He had come here on prompt duties to hunt, but he found himself napping once he arrived at dusk. Now, as dawn crept through the sky, Nightmare cursed himself for falling asleep at such a place. He had no place to go, just to escape the Clans' wrath over his deed. Not like he cared much, anyway..

Nightmare grumbled as he padded around the island, glancing up at the sky with his darkened red eyes ever so often to check the time. "Might as well hunt now.."

The black rogue sat still and patiently waited for any sounds to come to his ears. It was all about sound, so he tried to block out all scents. A small scuffling-scratching sound caught his ears and he fell into a practiced crouch, slipping over to his right. A mouse, if he was correct, and a plump one, too. After one more step, Nightmare leapt out and impaled the mouse with his claws. It was quickly picked up and carried away by Nightmare, who suddenly stopped when he let the scents flow over him again. This was not good...

Another cat.

[Rosestar]

Clover hissed, she scented another cat, a male. Her fur britled "I don't care who you are," she hissed loudly "Show yourself, I mean it, if you're not looking for a fight then come out now." she looked like an angel, but she was really evil. There was nothing an evil tom could do that the angelic she-cat couldn't.

[[.:Breaker:.]]

Nightmare dropped his mouse to reply back. This she-cat didn't sound far off, but he couldn't take the risk of letting his guard down. His senses went on the alert as he barked back, "Fine then! If it means not being attacked." The last part was muttered as he picked his prey back up and, cautiously, padded in the direction of Clover's voice.

Just a couple bushes and his black face poked out of the withering leaves, eyes bored-looking and ears pushed forward. "Happy now?" he half asked and half mumbled around a mouse.

[Rosestar]

Clover hissed, of course she wasn't happy, who did this tom think he was? He was on the turf she was hunting on. She sighed and remembered, she didn't have a turf. She was suspisious, all the other rouges were normally at home somewhere. "Who are you?" she asked suspiciously. He had better not under estimate her, she was a tough she-cat.

[[.:Breaker:.]]

Her hiss had his face turning into a scowl and he picked himself from the bush to stalk around the ginger she-cat - lightly, of course. He turned the question over in his head. Why should he tell his name to some stranger, who had previously semi-threatened him with a fight? It was only the spite holding him back as he said, "Nightmare," before he dug into his mouse.

The black tom eyed Clover carefully, emotions carefully hidden in those murky depths. As the last of the mouse was gulped down, he asked her, "And yours?"

[Rosestar]

She frowned, should she tell this starnge cat: Nightmare, her name. She knew it could be used against her, she sighed, "My name is Clover." she was somewaht respectful despite her hostility, normally, toms were falling all over her, Nightmare was not. She looked down at the bones from her mouse. It reminded her of all the pain she had gone through. She shut her eyes. The memories were painful, too painful for one to handle.

(( the ginger cat is Rosestar, the cat underneath Rosestar is Clover ;D))

[[.:Breaker:.]]

He blinked, intrigued by her name. It was simple and might be suited for a gentle fae, but Clover wasn't such. She looked like it, certainly, but her personality missed her name by a long shot. Speaking of her looks, Nightmare could note that she was pretty, but his mind could not comprehend the feelings that he should have at the moment. No, he was too pitiful for that.

Nightmare licked his lips of any leftover food. "Why the glum look, Clover?" he asked, slightly sarcastic but meaning his words. As he waited for her answer, or perhaps silence, the rogue pulled his black tail to his side and yawned widely.

[Rosestar]

Clover sighed "It's nothing," she shook herself and put back on the hard outer core she always put on so that the delicate cat inside her wouldn't get hurt. She wondered "So what are you doing without a clan." stupid clan cats she thought to herself "Or a territory?" she was prepared for a hostile answer like one she would have given. She sighed, why had she ended up like this?

[[.:Breaker:.]]

He bit back the urge to snap and sniffed disdainfully. Stupid clan cats... he grumbled consciously. There was no need to reply to Clover, but the manners of a gentleman like himself would not allow him to. If she was a queen or warrior from a Clan, he definitely would've had no more than instinct to guide his answer. But this feline was a rogue herself, tart and rude, but still a rogue. Nightmare sighed.

"Rogue. Like you.. or not. Perhaps you'd like to share, too?" His slightly sarcastic smile probably defeated the pleading in his voice. He needed to get the guilt and sick glee off his chest. Someone else needed to know why he was a rogue. If Nightmare didn't, he might be even more insane and messed up than he already was.

But he didn't suppose that any other cat thought that.

Like he thought, his gentleman-like manners wouldn't let him act hostile to a related spirit.

[Rosestar]

Clover softened, he was being so... nice. No one had ever acted like that. She let down some of her defenses. "My life has been so horrible," she told him "It hurts to talk about it. What was yours like?" to have someone she could at least talk to without having the urge to claw off their fur was something new to her. She signaled with a flick of her tail for him to wait for her. She could scent mouse and caught not only a mouse, but a squirrel in a very short time. Comeing back she layed the squirrel in front of Nightmare.