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[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

The small gray she-cat raced for cover, her paws moving like gray blurrs against the dark ground. The darkness of the night covered her smokey gray pelt, making nothing but her stunning pale blue eyes visible. No moon was visible in the night sky, and the stars remained covered by the dark storm clouds. The sound of rain pattering against the ground sounded in her ears. She shivered at the touch of each icy drop, listening to the thunder and watching the lightning claw at the sky. If this had been about two seasons ago, she'd be in ThunderClan camp right now, laying with comfort in the Warrior's Den. She'd be snuggled in her moss nest, watching the storm from the safety of camp. But that was then. That was when she was in a Clan, but there was only one cat who actually trusted her or cared for her.

Life was different now. Life was actually... better. She had the loners; many she now considered friends. She was free, free to do what she wanted. This was better then ThunderClan. The Clan had held her back. In truth, the only thing that had kept her there so long was Sunpelt. The gray she-cat slowed at the thought of Sunpelt, her only friend, the cat she loved more then anything in the world. She couldn't help but wonder how he was. Did he miss her at all? Had he found another mate? The gray she-cat hadn't been to ThunderClan territory in forever. Every now and then, she'd wonder how her Clan was doing, who had become warriors, who had given birth to new litters, how the apprentice training was going... She couldn't help but wonder. ThunderClan had been her home for as long as she could remember.

Thunder roared overhead, causing her neck fur to rise and her step to increase. Eventually, the she-cat came to the Willow Haunt. This was the best shelter she'd have for awhile. Cinder quickly ran under the branches, feeling less raindrops penetrating her fur. The former ThunderClan warrior gave her fur a few gentle licks. Its usual smokey gray appearance now looked black due to the rain. Eyes like twin sapphires peered out of the darkness at the sound of another cat. Pawsteps... they were heading toward her. Cinder's lips pulled back, on the verge of a snarl, waiting for the cat to show itself.

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[Blackie]

He hadn't seen her for awhile.

His sister's haunting presence hadn't followed him for quite awhile, leaving the marbled brown tabby to himself. He rarely visited the rogue camp anymore, mabye he would be aloud to become a loner without anyone ever finding out? Wolf swallowed bile and looked up at the sky, now splattering rain all over him. Droplets hit the earth and sent mud splashing onto his pelt. Shivering from cold, Wolf scanned the land around him for shelter.

His eyes were strange, yellow with a reddish outlining. His coat was a handsome brown with ebony marble stripes. He looked strong, and his name boasted fierceness but it was just a name. In reality, Wolf was terrified of everything. How he had managed to be a rogue for so long was beyond him. Or maybe not. Rain had made him stay. Wolf shuddered, not from the cold. His cruel sister had bullied him for so long, but, strangely, she hadn't bothered him in awhile.

Wolf spotted a tree through the rain that looked as if it could provide lots of shelter. Taking a deep breath, Wolf shot through the chilly drops to the tree. Mud sprayed behind his powerful leg thrusts. The ridged and scratchy touch of a tree root hit against his paws, and the tom pulled himself up into the branches. Water spun off his fur as he gave it a quick shake. Balancing on his branch, he craned his neck to smooth out his tail. Rain fell into his eyes. He blinked rapidly to drive the drops away-then froze.

Below him, baring it's teeth, was a fierce looking cat.

Wolf seemed suddenly drained of strength and was paralyzed to the spot. Had he passed that cat without even seeing it?! He began to tremble without realizing it. He was dead, he trespassed onto someone else's territory. There was no hope for it, this was the end of his pathetic life.

Wolf meant to cry out in fear, but all that came was a tiny squeak. Then he toppled off the branch and landed beside his death.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder watched the brown marbled tom above her in the tree. Gazing a little more closely, she saw the fear in his eyes. Immediately she felt guilty; she hadn't know that this was the cat she'd heard. The cat was terrified! Cinder was just about to mew an apology, when the brown marbled cat fell out of the tree. She blinked once, finding the scene a bit odd for a moment, before remembering the possibly hurt cat now on the ground. The small gray she-cat got back to her paws, shaking a few drops of water from her pelt before walking toward the cat. Her eyes were more gentle now, though she was still a bit wary of the newcomer. Never had she seen him around before, and because of the rain it was hard to pick out his distinct scent.

"Um, hello?" Cinder mewed, voice nearly drowned out by the rain. She felt a small twinge of fear. Was the cat alright?

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[Blackie]

Dried leaves have a very pleasant smell. They smell....forresty.

All Wolf was aware of was dirt and leaves shoved into his face. It was in his eyes, his ears, his mouth, and- most unpleasantly- his nose.He layed there for a moment, sprawled out over the debris from the tree he had just fallen from. Why'd I fall, again?

"Um, hello?"

Wolf's whole body stiffened. Now I remember, I was about to die. Whimpering with pain and fear, the brown tabby pulled his legs under him and lifted his head. Immediately, he wished he hadn't. A pain like burning claws pulsed inside him and he was dizzy. Feebly, he tried to rub some of the dirt from his face. Then, nervously, he turned his head to look at the other cat.

Through the throbbing, it was hard to focus. "I-I-I-I-I'm s-sorry! I d-didn't know anyone l-lived here. I'll leave n-now."

Shakily, he tried to rise to his paws. Normally, he would be streaking to the end of the world by now. Oh, but his head ached so much. Wolf swayed on his paws and slumped forward.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder listened to the cat's stuttering words. One look on his face told he was still frightened; and hurt. Cinder's twin sapphire orbs studied the small brown tom, watching as he turned around to walk off. Immediately she frowned, shaking her head and walked toward the brown marble cat. Her paws padded delicately across the ground. Upon reaching the cat, Cinder noticed that he was swaying. She reached forward to grab him, but it was too late. He had already slumped forward. Fear gripped Cinder's heart, and she quickly began to nudge the cat, trying to get his attention.
He's in no condition to go anywhere, Cinder thought to herself as she stared down at the injured tom. She nudged him again.
"Hey now, you're not going anywhere. It's storming out here, and you're clearly hurt," Cinder mewed, eyes growing soft and her motherly instinct kicking in. She again nudged the cat, trying to get him to his paws.

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[Blackie]

Hey now, you're not going anywhere. It' storming out there, and your clearly hurt,"

Can't go anywhere? Oh, good...

Wolf tried to get up again. He wanted to sleep just now, but not here! It couldn't be here, there was another cat. Blinking, he tried to strtch open his yellow eyes. It was hard. His eyelids were suddenly heavy, and he was having difficulty keeping them open. Wolf turned to look at the she-cat, now nosing his side. Her gentle prods were encouraging. Wolf, beginning to relax, focused on her face. Her fur was slicked down by the rain, but Wolf could spot a few tufts that were clearly gray. And she had blue eyes... Rain was a gray cat.

Wolf moaned and turned away. A silly idea that this cat could be his sister crossed his mind, but he pushed it away. Rain would never back down to kindness. She might check that he was alright to be sure he wasn't dead, but she wouldn't be gentle with him. No, she'd be growling and telling him to get to his paws, and Wolf would obey because he would be too terrified to do anything else...

His mind was clearing. Akwardly, and still a little afraid, Wolf looked at the gray cat and dipped his head.

"Thank you," he murmered. "I'm alright now."

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Her smokey gray fur made her look like a shadow as Cinder padded back toward the roots of the massive will. A few stray pieces of moss were visible, and she gathered them all up to make a small moss nest. The cat was hurt. He needed rest. Motherly instinct took over and Cinder returned to the cat, nudging him once more again and offering her shoulder for support.
"There's a moss nest at the base of the tree. Get some rest," Cinder mewed gently. "By the way, my name's Cinder." She tried to keep her voice soft, not wanting to frighten the cat anymore then before. Something was terrifying this young cat, and though Cinder was curious she wouldn't prod. Still offering her shoulder for support, and nodded to the moss nest at the base of the willow.

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[Blackie]

She wants to help me!

Wolf looked at her with surprise and confusion. Why should she help him? No one ever did. Are you complaining? He shouldn't be. He should be grateful, let her know how astonished he was. How relieved he was.

"Cinder? I...I'm Wolf." he swallowed. Should he ask where she was from? Would he have to tell her where he was from? Wolf was afraid to tell her he was a member of the rogues, it might be dangerous. She could be supporting the Clan, and then he wouldn't be safe anymore.

He allowed her to lead him to the moss bed and sank down thankfully. He glanced up, afraid to meet her blue eyes.

"Thank you, Cinder. I, um, I'm not usually taken care of like this. Am I...am I supposed to do something in return? It's polite, isn't it?" He felt like a tiny kit again, but different. As a kit he had learned to hide, run, be invisible, and stay out of other cat's ways. Not now. Now he was being treated with kindness, something Wolf couldn't remember ever really experiencing.

But what if she finds out what you are?

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

The storm raged around her, causing Cinder to sharpen her senses. She looked down at Wolf, offering the tom a small smile before laying down near him. She couldn't leave him like this, and there wasn't anywhere for her to go anyways. The storm was still so strong, and to Cinder it felt as if it would never die down. Her smokey gray fur bristled as a clap of thunder echoed in the air. Thunder and lightning had never been a real favorite of Cinder's.
She couldn't help but purr softly at Wolf's words, though she was troubled in the back of her mind. Why was the tom acting so nervous? A small sense of paranoia creeped up on Cinder, and she glanced behind her into the raging storm. Nothing. Her shoulders relaxed, and her pale, sapphire-blue gaze returned to Wolf again.
"No, of course you don't have to," Cinder mewed. She smiled again. "I don't ask for anything in return, Wolf. Nice to meet you."

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[Blackie]

"Nice to meet you...too."

Wolf looked up at the gray she-cat's blue eyes and knew she wasn't like the cats he grew up with. She wasn't a rouge, she was gentle and kind. Something about the way she cared for him, made sure he was comfortable and safe, reminded him of Clan cats. He knew the Clans took care of their members with loyalty and love. A wistful thaugt crept into the brown tabby's mind. Would Clan life be more rewarding than the life of a loner? Certaintly much more than a rogues. Wolf's yellow eyes regained their troubled, haunted expression with the recalling of his real life. He couldn't escape from it, he and his sisters were born rogues. It just seems like I wasn't meant for it.

Wolf sighed and started to lick the dampness from his fur. "Do you live here?" he mewed tentatively. He was highly aware that he was giving Cinder the opportunity to inquire about his life, but he was also aware how awkward the stormy silence was. If worst came to worst, he could just run off. He was good at that, running. He was probably one of the fastest cats, like a WindClan cat. Because you're such a coward!

As if he were attacking a flea, Wolf clamped his jaws hard around his tail. A searing pain coursed up his spine and made his eyes water.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder looked at Wolf, not the least bit surprised by his question. She knew that, with the two of them trapped by the storm, it would only be a matter of time before questions from the two of them shot out at each other. The first question, a simple one. "Do you live here?" Cinder felt that it would be easy to answer a question like that, because she had no reason to lie about where she lived. Glancing down at Wolf again, the smokey gray she-cat nodded. "Yes, though not here exactly. These are the loner territories, and I'm as you must've guessed a loner. I've lived here for a few seasons now." Pale blue eyes shifted toward the raging storm around them, before back to Wolf.
"And you?" she mewed. Do you live around here? I notice I haven't really seen you around these parts before." Thoughts of why she hadn't seen Wolf swirled around her mind. One, he was a Clancat, taking off the suffix of his name and posing as just Wolf instead of, say, Wolftail. Or, the cat was a rogue, in which case Cinder would find herself lost. She hated rogue cats. Immediately, she shook the thought from her mind. No way was a cat as timid as Wolf a rogue.

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[Blackie]

Cold fear gripped at Wolf, hissing at clawing. He felt as if he were trapped in a corner and a thousand Rains were snarling at him. Weak coward! What are you? Certaintly not what you were born to be! Wolf shut is eyes tight and tried to turn his face away from Cinder without being rude.

"I...," his voice wobbled horribly and he had to swallow it back. He tried again. "I'm not...from around here."

Guilty claws pricked his belly. Why? He wasn't lying, and he didn't have to tell Cinder he was a rogue. That was his business, no one else needed to know. Sighing, Wolf lowered his muzzle and buried his nose into his paws. Mabye she'll think I'm tired and ready to rest...
He was ready to rest, but a desire to talk was also nagging at him. He didn't normally talk to anybody, he was usually too scared. Wolf opened his yellow eyes so they were mere glowing slits and looked at the loner. His heart was pleading with him suddenly, make an effort. No, I'm too scared. He tried to hide from that inward voice, tied o block it from his mind. Relentless, it spat back. You don't have to be scared all the time! You let Rain turn you into this. Talk to her...please. You need a friend...

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

He's nervous... Her mind was racing. Why would he be nervous? Cinder felt her paws begin to prickle with unease. Only when Wolf's words came out did she understand his fears. Ah, so he's not from around here. Earlier suspicions found their way back into Cinder's mind. Rogues... they were different then loners. To Cinder they were bloodthirsty, cruel cats who thought they could control everything. There were other differences as well, so rogues and loners never truly did get along in her eyes. She knew from experience how cruel rogues could be, when she got into a fight with one when she was a young warrior.
"I see," she mewed, choosing her words carefully. Wolf had his nose buried in his paws, giving Cinder the impression that the tom was tired. Curiousity picked at her paws, until she just couldn't help it and had to ask, "If you don't mind my asking, where are you from?"
No sense in being so skittish, remember you weren't from around here either. Her mind warned. The more Cinder thought about it, the more she realized that this cat was probably just a runaway Clancat, almost like she'd been. Still, it was better to be safe then sorry.

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[Blackie]

Wolf jumped violently and scrambled up to his paws. Breathing quickly, he stared at Cinder with eyes stretched by fear. Your a rogue-act like one! Rain's voice spat. Wolf whimpered and averted his gaze.

"I'm not from around here..." he repeated. "I...I don't want to talk about it."

He shook, wanting more than anything to run from Cinder. He couldn't, though. His paws were rooted to the spot.

What do you have to loose? You don't know her, you have no friends. Just tell her your running away or something.

Wolf chanced a look back at Cinder, meeting her blue gaze with his yellow one. "It's just that..." he began hesitantly. Come on! He took a deep breath and surged into his story of kittenhood to adulthood. "I was born a rogue, me and my sisters. But I hate it, I really do! I'm not a brave cat. I'm too scared to be a rogue, but Rain...I couldn't leave my sister because I was nothing without her. She protected me, and hated me. Now, now I haven't seen her for awhile, and I want to leave the rogues! I want a safe home where I don't have to look over my shoulder all the time. I don't want to be a rogue...They're haters and killers. I can't...can't..." Stay.

Terrified by what he had just done, Wolf turned andpelted into the rain. He had to get away, had to get away. He squealed and slid on the mud. It dragged him down. He fell. Quietly, he curled up, letting the rain and mud ruin his fur. His life was worthless. Shivering, he let the cold drops sink down to his skin. He wondered if it was possible to freeze to death in a rain storm. He wanted to freeze to death...

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder recoiled slightly from Wolf's words, surprise etching itself on her face. She opened her mouth to respond, but Wolf had already pelted away before she could utter a single word. Cinder watched the cat as he raced off into the storm, her mind at war. One side of her said, leave the rogue be, rogues are worthless scum anyway. The other side of her argued, saying that Wolf didn't even want the life he was born into.
I've been here before, Cinder thought to herself. Sort of, I guess. I wanted to flee my Clan from the fear of distrust. He's fleeing the rogues because he just isn't like a rogue. When it all came down to it, Wolf hadn't done anything wrong. And if he stayed out in the storm, he'd freeze to death. Quickly, before she could lose sight of him, Cinder raced after the brown marbled tom.
"Wolf!" Her voice was carried away by the wind, causing her to let out an irritated hiss. Cinder tasted the air, just faintly picking up the tom's scent from before.
She found him, wishing she hadn't. The sight of Wolf lying there, curled up and muddy was a hard sight to witness. She sighed, clearing her throat to get his attention.
"I understand what you're saying, a bit more then you know," she mewed softly. Get up, Wolf. You can't stay out here, or you'll freeze." Cinder's voice was on the verge of pleading, though she knew if it came down to it she'd grab the tom by the scruff and drag him back to the tree.

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[Blackie]

"I want to freeze."

Wolf's voice was so soft, he could barely hear it himself. He opened his eyes to look at Cinder. She undertood him? No, not completely. She didn't live everyday with a fear she didn't know how to control. She wasn't expected to stand alongside other cats for the sake of greed and bloodlust. She wasn't haunted by her own sister.

"I don't want to be a rogue." Cinder's strong frame was reassuring somehow, and Wolf ducked his head in shame. He felt like a kit once more, and hated it. He didn't know the gray loner. He souldn't be confiding in her this way, but then again, he never did have anyone he could talk to.

A bolt of lightening sit through the rain, making Wolf yelp. For a split second, the world was flooded in white light. It was reflected in the she-cat's blue eyes and brightened the marbled tom's yellow orbs, darkening the red rim that encircled them.

"Do you hate rogues?" Wolf didn't know why he asked the question, just knew if he didn't he would spend the rest of his life dreading her hatred. He wouldn't be able to stand that. Cinder was the closest thing to a friend he'd ever had. He doubted he'd ever get any closer.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

"I want to freeze."

Cinder glanced down at the rogue sharply, her gaze hardening for a moment. He wants to freeze, so just leave him here. Her mind was starting to win the overall war with herself. Why not just leave the little rogue? Rogues were horrid creatures, anyways. Cinder's gaze softened, however, as Wolf said that he didn't even want to be a rogue. She found it difficult, now, to blame a cat for something they couldn't control. Wolf couldn't help it if he was born a rogue. Now he wanted to change. Cinder sighed.
"You dont have to be a rogue," she mewed softly, laying down beside the tom so she could be at his eye level. His question surprised her, almost making her flinch. How was she supposed to answer this? She felt awkward, almost. Cinder didn't want to lie to Wolf, she didn't want to break his trust. Stiffly, she nodded her head.
"Yes," she mewed. "But not all rogues, of course. I know that they aren't all that bad. When I was a- I mean, when I was younger, I was attacked by a rogue. Ever since I've just sort of hated them." She paused, trying to pick her next words. "I don't hate you though, Wolf, if that's what you're wondering."

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[Blackie]

Wolf looked at Cinder, now crouched beside him. She was explaining her dislike for rogues, telling Wolf she didn't hate him. Wolf swallowed the bile that had formed in his throught and looked back down at his paws. He was ashamed of himself for many reasons. They battered at his heart now, whispering in mockery. He would never be able to shut them out, he was sure. They were a part of his life. Part of what made him who he was. Well, who he was was a cat lost between the life of his birth and a longing to escape. The voices of his conscious weren't the problem, anyway. It was himself and his mouse-brained cowardice. Wolf had never wondered if he, of all cats, was capable of becoming bitter and resentful. Now, those fellings were forming against himself and they were worse than his fears. They were filled with hate.

His eyes roamed up again and found the blue eyes that watched him gently. For the first time in his life, Wolf resolved to make an effort at making a change.

"I get really nervous, terrified, actually. I don't know why. I would like to stop and be brave, but when I get scared it kinda takes over the rest of me..." Wolf paused and shut his eyes as lightening cracked again. "What do you do when your scared?"

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder felt the rain sinking through her fur and onto her skin. Already her smokey gray pelt was plastered against her, making her look a lot smaller then the already small she-cat was. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the darkened forest for one split second to reveal the still fleeing prey racing for shelter. Thunder rumbled, this time enough to shake the ground for a moment. Cinder's pelt bristled. She looked down at Wolf as he spoke again. Slowly she nodded, taking everything in.
"It's normal to be scared, and it's normal to want to run." She paused, listening to Wolf's next question. What did she do when she was scared?
"It all depends," Cinder mewed, voice thoughtful for a moment. "I was a Clancat before I became a loner, and during that time I had to defend the Clan even with the cost of my life. If I was ever scared to go into battle, or to face a badger or fox, I just remembered what I was fighting for." Again she paused. How would that work for loners and rogues? "But now things are different. When I'm scared, I will sometimes run. But past experiences have helped me learn to face it."[/color]

[Blackie]

"You were a Clan cat?"

Wolf's ears pricked with interest. His yellow eyes widened with surprise. He didn't even realize his paws were curling around the mud. The gray loner, slicked down by rain, had had something to fight and be brave for in a Clan. She had purpose. That was something Wolf didn't have, or atleast couldn't see. It must be so fulfilling and reasurring to have something worth fighting for.

"What's Clan life like?" he mewed, unable to keep the curiosity from his voice. His eyes were bright with questions and his body quivered a little.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder was amused by the surprise and curiousity and Wolf's voice. She nodded, mewing, "Yes, I was a clancat until a few seasons ago." Her eyes clouded for a moment, remembering exactly why she had left. Having friends that were loners made her feel unwelcomed by ThunderClan, made her feel as if they didn't trust her. No cat really did, did they? Sunpelt might've, and maybe Cinder's former apprentice. What was her apprentice's name? Lynxpaw. She'd only had Lynxpaw as an apprentice for a short amount of time before leaving.
Wolf's next question was a little more difficult for Cinder to answer. It felt so long ago, when she'd last been in the Clan. Life could've changed, after all. She gathered everything to remember, and told Wolf whatever she could think of.
"Well, it's nothing like loner life, and I doubt it's like rogue life. There's one cat who leads the Clan- which is Clanleader. The leader's second-in-command is the deputy, who would be next in line to be leader once the leader dies. Medicine cats heal the wounded and speak with StarClan, our warrior ancestors. Warriors, which is what I was, defend the Clan and hunt for them. They also train apprentices, who are cats training to become warriors. Apprentices are usually the ones who take care of elders and Queens as well. Queens are she-cats with kits or who will be having kits." She stopped. Well, those were customs. Cinder realized that she'd have to say what she'd actually felt about being a Clancat.
"Being in a Clan, well, gives you something to fight for. Every cat there is supposed to have your back, just as you're supposed to have their back as well. When going into battle, you get the feeling that there's actually something there, something worth fighting for. Everyone's there for each other. It can be like having one big family." She sighed, memories of ThunderClan flooding into her mind for a moment. All of those memories, though, Cinder pushed away. She was a loner now. This was where she belonged, and always would belong.

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[Blackie]

"A family?"

The word was strange on Wolf's tongue. He rarely used, and was sure he had never experienced what a family was supposed to be. Not the way Cinder described it, anyway.

"I have family. Two sisters, but we're not close at all. Just related. Moth was kinder than Rain, but niether of them are very close to me."

Wolf bagan to groom the water out of his fur with an absent-minded look. His licking wasn't helping much; the rain kept falling and soaking his fur. His pink tongue flashed out to catch some drops around his whiskers.

"I want to leave Silentclaw and the rest, but I'm afraid someone might come after me." his eyes clouded fearfully. "I'm not sure what's worse: staying with the rogues or having the rogues chasing me because I'm a traitor."

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[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cinder looked at Wolf, listening to his words. She didn't know much about rogues, and didn't know what they did to those exiled or who've run away. For Clancats it was simple; if you our forced out or leave willingly, being found on the territory again gave any cat the right to chase you out; or worse. Cinder could only imagine what a rogue would do if one was exiled or ran off. Would they really chase after a runaway?
"Consider yourself lucky to have had sisters," Cinder mewed, still deep in thought. "I never had any siblings, I was the only kit born in my family, the others were stillborn."
Her mind returned to Wolf's dilema. "The loners here would protect you if you decided to join us. Clans would do the same, usually, though it all depends on the Clan and their leader. But I know for a fact that us loners would protect you, if you decided to leave and someone came after you. Us loners around here stick together too."

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[Blackie]

"Consider yourself lucky to have had sisters. I never had any siblings, I was the only kit born in my family, the others were stillborn."

Wolf laughed a little. "Consider yourself lucky you don't have a cat like Rain for a sister." He listened until Cinder finished speaking, his pelt rising as she explained that the loners would help him.

"But I thaught loners were on thier own? Or are you organized like rogues, but, just,....nicer?"

Wolf's confused gaze traveled around the area. Where other loners out there, prepared to protect other cats like a Clan was? Would he really be safe out here? Well, not completely safe. Nowhere was completely safe, Wolf learned that long ago. But relatively speaking, could he live a more relaxed life? Want to be a loner, do you? Careful. You'd have to join them which means they have a leader you'd have to answer to. A Clan life might be more fulfilling, but a kittypet's life would be more secure. Wolf knew many feral cats considered a kittypet's way of life repulsive, but the option didn't sound too bad to Wolf just then.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

In response to Wolf's question Cinder shook her head. "We're not all alone. Really, there are two types of loners. There are solitary loners, cats who are all on their own and wander freely. Then there are loners like me, who are part a group called BloodLust." Cinder watched Wolf's eyes moved toward the shadows, a bit of amusement in her eyes. He clearly thought they were being watched. In the loner terras, it was always possible that you were being watched. Nothing was really private around here; every word and everyone was fair game.
"Well, loners are by far different then rogues. We stick together, and I guess rogues do too from your words. I never said that we were nicer then them. Survival doesn't have to do with being nice. Are we nice to each other? Usually, yes. Like I said before, those of us in BloodLust stick together. I don't know much about solitary loners though." Cinder's voice grew a bit of strength as she mewed these words. Everything was really true. Stay on one's good side, they're "nice" to you. But get on one's bad side, things change. BloodLust cats stuck together though, which is why Cinder remained with them. Not only did she have a few friends there, but she also felt safer when in a group. Cinder could never be alone.

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