There's a ((ROSE)) to Every Thorn [open]

[Twilite-Crescent]

Lamented
When you ask me who I am
What is my vision, do I have a plan?
I stand for the power to change
I live for the perfect day
I love 'til it hurts like crazy
I hope for a hero to save me
I stand for the strange and lonely
I don't know if the sky is heaven
But I pray anyway...

She sat, a perfect stone statue silhouetted against the evening sky, her blind eye seeming to glow in the rich purple darkness that was beginning to cover the land around her.

And she was an intimidating sight, there, surrounded by the shadows cast by rocks and broken branches of trees long dead. Her muzzle was well scarred, matching her sides and legs well. What tatters remained of her right ear served also to tell the tale of many harsh fights she had survived.

She wasn't here for a fight, though. No, she had strayed from the two-legged places in search of company, as odd as that may seem. Her good eye scanned the area hopefully...there had been no loners, no rogues, no lost kitty pets, no-one passing through the junk yard as of late, and it had gotten awfully boring not having anyone around to talk to.

Really, she'd give up her one good eye to even have someone around so that she could not talk to them.

It's been so long since I've spent a night away from the junkyard...her thoughts murmured from somewhere in the back of her mind as she looked up to the sky, watching as stars began to wink to life over-head. It was quiet here, much quieter than she was used to.

No guard dogs growling as strangers walked by, none of the chattering of rats as they fought each other for two-legged food scraps. Just a simple cool breeze that nipped at Lamented's bare skin. She blinked lazily and stood from her spot, stretching out and allowing the cool dirt to sink in between her outstretched toes.

Her stretching completed, she trotted forward, crouching at the edge of the stream. Word, from what loners and rogues she'd met in her many moons, was that this stream was supposedly filled to the brim with acid. She eyed the murky water, on that thought, and determined that they could be right.

Tentatively lapping at the surface of the stream, she shrugged her shoulders dismissively. Whatever rumor there was, it wasn't true. All she could taste in the streams depths was mud, and some strange aftertaste of two-legged filth.

Standing from the streams edge, she turned and made her way off, desiring for some small morsel of food at least before dawn came.

She eyed the surrounding shadows cautiously.

Hopefully there are no incredibly vicious rogues in these parts...where her final thoughts before she slipped, her thin figure gliding over the ground with an odd grace, into the shadows.

[SHADE. :D]

rat

He wasn't quite sure what had driven him away from his usual haunts. He didn't usually stray this far into the forest, preferring to keep to himself. He didn't like company. At that moment, Rat was sat on the bank of the Acid Stream, scratching furiously behind one ear with a hind paw. The mud-coloured rogue's eyes darted from side to side as he did this. He looked no more desirable than he usually did. His brown coat was matted with dirt and dust, laced with cuts and old scars. His paws were caked with dirt, and his unsheathed claws were slicked with dry blood. The end of his tail was tattered as the feathers of a dead bird. His dull green eyes were as emotionless as ever. Rat stopped scratching behind his ear and lifted a dirty forepaw to rub at his sparse whiskers. The tom froze suddenly, as a skeletal figure in the distance came into view. The tom's frame began to shake, and his grimy pelt bristled, which was quite an achievement considering the amount of dirt it was carrying. Rat leapt to his feet with a snarl. "What do you think you're doing?" His yellowed teeth showed as he curled back his lip. He felt deep anger towards this cat. Didn't they know he hated company?!

[Twilite-Crescent]

Lamented

If she'd had any fur, it would've bristled as though Lamented had been struck by lightning. As she was though, when the stranger caught her off guard with his sudden and harsh question, her whole body went stiff, and she arched her back to increase the appearance of her size.

As she flattened her single ear against her head, she growled back at the offending cat, "What do I think I'm doing? I'm minding my own business, that's what. And what about you, my odd looking friend?" She eyed the stranger up and down, taking in his scraggly and imposing appearance.

The last thing she needed was to get into a fight with someone she couldn't fight off, and that looked to her like what was about to happen.

[all out JINX ♥]

. Poison .
. Staring at the rain, maddened by the stars .

The dead reeds around covered the dark hearted feline's tall body which lay curled up on molded moss, the murky swirling waters of the Acid Stream mocked her mercilessly as her dancing green eyes followed every piece of two-legged filth twirl away and under the poisonous currents. Her tan ears lay flat against her thin head as her thoughts were flooded with a white bat-like male. The tabby fae stuck a paw over her maw with unsheathed claws, just a little to make a small cut. The smell of blood over-whelmed her but she held back, this wasn't what she was supposed to think at all, she didn't have to stop seeing the white tom but thinking of him this way. That's a no no.

The ripe scent of cat weaved it's way through the scent of blood and into her scared maw. The tall she-rogue was on her sandy paws in a couple heart-beats, her long black claws sinking into the stinky moss, her ears up and alert, her eyes glowing dangerously and ready for a fight. The sight of a hairless cat almost made herself think she was going crazy, then she remembered there was such thing. And she had seen this cat once when she still visited May who lived a block away from the junk-yard. A familiar voice's harsh tone made her smirk, time to play.

'Calm your filthy fur down, Rat, don't you see that this creature isn't from our lands. Maybe the by the two-legs... And don't you go snap at everyone telling them you like to be alone, some of us aren't even bothering you, let alone seeing you.' Poison's icy voice echoed off the dieing waters as her venomous green eyes lit up like electricity. Her small smirk still stuck on her lips from the state of both cats, she wasn't one to sit and talk with anyone without having a taste of their blood first. Well of course her dear 'friends' Nyx and Onyx have exceptions but many others have to watch their backs.

Her blood-stained claws only sheathed part way as she strolled closer to Lamented to get a better look, her deadly green eyes wondering over the hairless cat's scared body. She wouldn't mess with either if she didn't want to, but if Rat wanted to play games then she would be delighted. The tall murderess smiled sweetly at the one eared feline, 'Hello, love, what are you doing in such a horrible part of these lands? Where did you come from?' Her hoax tone was sweet and inviting but also dangerous, her eyes glowing with blood.

//. you don't mind if I join do you? I promise to keep Poison behaved and away from kitty flesh xD

[SHADE. :D]

rat

Rat bared his teeth at the hairless rogue, his eyes mad and angry. The mud-brown tom lost a little of the insanity in his expression as the rogue spoke. "If you were from around here you would know this is not the place to mind your own business," he spat scornfully, a dirty mane of fur bristling up along his arched spine. The tom let out a coughing, rasping sound that could have passed for a laugh, or perhaps choking. "I have no friends," the tom mewed blandly. "And I'd take a look in the Stream before you call me odd." Rat bristled once more as a familiar voice hit his ears. The maddened tom eyed Poison, snarling at her. "I see you're still prowling around here, Poison," he hissed venomously at the she-cat. Rat turned away from the pair of them, going back to his scratching, so that bits of dirt and dislodged hair flew in all directions.

[Twilite-Crescent]

Lamented

Lamented felt a spark of anger ignite in her chest when the brown tom referred to her odd appearance. She was mightily inclined to pounce on him and pop him a few times on his maw for being so rude.

After taking a deep breath, however, she reminded herself that she was trying to keep out of a fight, rather than go charging into one like a junk yard dog.

The new voice interrupting the conversation made Lamented jump once more. Watching as the dusty tom addressed the newcomer, she felt her whiskers go stiff. These two obviously knew each other, and judging from the venomous look of the she-cats eyes, that wasn't a good thing for Lamented.

"I'm just passing through, if it's any matter. And I do come from the two-legged places...simply needed a change of scenery for awhile, that's all." was her quiet mewl of a response to the she-cats inquiries, and all the while she spoke, she took careful steps to re-position herself so that the tom and the she-cat were within the range of her sight. She relaxed her muscles a bit, allowing her back to lay straight again, making her appear amiable, though she was anything but.

She watched the tom scratch himself, and took a couple steps back to avoid being showered by what fur and filth he was spreading around himself. She hesitantly posed a question of her own, then. "And I take it the two of you live in these parts?" She rolled her eyes at herself inwardly. Even to her own ears this attempt at pleasant conversation was feeble.

[SHADE. :D]

rat

The brown tom sensed the anger emitting from the hairless cat before him. He looked up, seeing the very same emotion on her face. Rat leered at her, showing his sharp teeth, before returning to his scratching. If she wanted a fight, he was more than willing to give her one. The scars along his tattered pelt showed the many fights he had taken part it - most of which he had won. Rat made a noise of disgust in his throat as the stranger told them that she was from the twoleg place. Yes, he could scent the faint stink of twolegs on her hairless body. Rat wrinkled his nose at her as though she were highly unsavoury, though of course a cat in his condition could hardly talk. Rat noticed the hairless cat trying to appear from polite, as though she thought it would help her out. Rat looked up from his scratching, glaring at Lamented. "Yes," he barked. "Not that it's any of your business."