snooping (open)

[brokenbone]

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[/color] muttered a lone warrior in the midst of a twoleg nest. it was abandoned, of course, which was for the best, but brokenbone couldn't help himself. he just had to snoop! he had always found twolegs fascinating. they seemed to be such lonely creatures, especially if they had to kidnap cats in order to feel at ease. well, that was just the way it was, he supposed. they really were so strange, though. however, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the large machines that roared down the thunderpath. some had two wheels, some had four... he loved the idea of the vehicles. just think of how fast one could go in them!

brokenbone nosed open a cabinet door in the nest, hoping to grab some leftover food. all he found was a year-old mouse carcass. gross. he curled his lip and batted the door closed with his paw before turning around. in front of him was none other than another cat!

"holy starclan -- you scared me!"[/color] he said breathlessly, his ears still flat against his head and his hackles raised to look like a raccoon.[/div]

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[crow]

Crow wondered when someone would come upon that mouse carcass he'd left as a prank over a year ago. Of course, he'd forgotten all about it some time ago, but when Brokenbone opened the drawer up to find it he couldn't help but let out a snicker. Oops, he probably was going to go home smelling like rotten mouse!

Why he'd decided to plant a rotting piece of prey here was kind of a mystery to him. Maybe it was some old affinity he still felt towards ShadowClan, with ThunderClan being their ultimate rivals and all, but honestly Crow had never cared much for the strict rules implemented by the leaders. He wasn't a strong believer in StarClan either. Never had been despite the fact that he was a third generation ShadowClan cat.

Still, it wasn't the promises of a rule-free environment that had brought him to The Rescuers - though he had to admit he loved that aspect of it (the damn troublemaker) - but because of... no. He wouldn't think about her... or the kits they could have had. It wasn't his fault, he had to remind himself - but damn was it unfair that he had to be born sterile.

He shook himself from head to tail before coming out of the shadows - just in time too. Brokenbone had whipped around to see he was invading his territory. Well, this would be interesting, "I see you found my little gift. Didja enjoy it?"

The cat looked vaguely familiar. They'd probably seen each other at a gathering or two back in the day but Crow couldn't recall the tom's name.

[tybalt]

TYBALT
'life has pulled me along - let me pull you along'

there was something about even taking one little measly step in thunderclan territory that put the tom on edge, but walking through it? it made the anger want to burst through from the inner regions of his chest, but he pushed it away. he had made mistakes in the past that he was forgiven for - mistakes he'd never forgive others for - because of his anger and he wasn't about to let that happen again. but this territory, these felines...they brought back memories from a distant past he would rather forget altogether.

things've happened that he just couldn't explain - things that he normally wouldn't think he'd do. attacking the clan's way of life right in front of the she-cat that had wanted only to help him and the leader of the clan?what had he been thinking? of course starclan was a bunch of fox-dung for the clans to think that they were better than everyone (and why? because their dead ancestors are watching over them and warning them of the future? creepy, if you ask him). it just didn't make any sense to him. and then they had all these rules and laws that made no sense either.

the rescuers had pretty dang good reasons, if you asked him. and there were hardly any rankings in the rescuers that were 'better' than others, though he tried to stay away from those even if they are. the motive the rescuers had, well it went up with hid pretty well. looking around the territory, he couldn't wait to see this place, and in the clan in it, burn down one day.

voices carried to him on the end ans he became intrigued, following the voices to the abandoned two-leg nest and he let out a disappointed sigh. first thunderclan, now even a ghost of the place he was born in? what was it with his day? couldn't he catch a break? but, the tom shook his head and entered the nest as silently as the tom could and laid down in the shadows near the back.

"I see you found my little gift. Didja enjoy it?" his ears pricked at the words he grinned, pleased to watch the show.

[brokenbone]

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needless to say, he was far too laid back to try driving out the calico from thunderclan territory. instead, he sat down and neatly curled his tail around his paws. only then did he notice another scent in the air. damn, another one? this one wasn't a clan cat either... oh well. as long as they didn't attack, he had no qualms of keeping their presence their little "secret." he looked over at the second arrival, giving a flick of the tip of his tail in a gentle greeting before turning back to the calico. "that was you, then? well, gee, i... i don't know what to say, mate! except that it was very thoughtful of you!"

[/color] his voice took the tone of extreme sarcasm, but he was already having fun as any cat could see by the grin on his face.

giving a wink to tybalt, he then picked up the mouse carcass and flung it uselessly at crow. he snickered afterwards and backed up, ready to accept the challenge he had just made.[/div]

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[crow]

      Crow.
^{----- gonna lose control, so stop, drop, and roll --------------------------------------------}

Crow blinked, pleasantly surprised to see the ThunderClan tomcat smiling at his little prank. Well, that was certainly unexpected, but refreshing. The last time he'd come face to face with a Clan cat it wasn't a pretty sight. Swishing his tail in mock irritation at the tone of sarcasm in Brokenbone's voice, Crow took a moment to examine him.

Hm, not bad looking - for a ThunderClan cat. Ah but then again, any young strong warrior looked pretty good to Crow. But before he could open his mouth to make a snarky comment or two at his companion, Tybalt's scent washed over his senses. Well, well - another Rescuer come to invade this particular spot with him? How often did that happen? He let out an amused purr as he turned to where Tybalt was standing.... only to get hit in the face with his very own rotten mouse!

Letting out something of a screech, Crow jumped up, fur bristling, nose scrunching up in disgust as the smell of decay clung to his fur. Gross! "Ah! Fox-dung! What'd ya do that for, eh?!"

[tybalt]

TYBALT
'life has pulled me along - let me pull you along'

the dark tom watched as the two interacted with each other and he rolled his eyes. they acted like little children. honestly, why was he even there? he just pick himself up right there and go searching for some more, reasonable, felines to have a nice chat with. rescuers weren't suppose to play with mice together, it was just an idiotic sight. but he didn't feel himself getting up, despite the reservations he was having with thing and instead, he just flicked his tail and watched the two toms.

he even grinned slightly when crow turned around, no doubt trying to look at him, when the mouse hit him in the head, but he shook his head to rid his face of the grin. he was not going to give the thunderclan tom the pleasure of thinking he had actually amused tybalt...even if the tom could see the grin while the black and russet tom laid in the shadows.

"Ah! Fox-dung! What'd ya do that for, eh?!"

Rolling his different colored eyes, tybalt forced himself to his feet and exited from the shadows, shaking his head in displeasure and mewed, "Seriously you two. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" and you two probably even had mothers to teach you that, he thought to himself. Born as a kittypet, having a mother was one of the few things in his past that did not align with many of the rescuers and especially not with the clan-cats. he only faintly remembered the days where he had been with his family until he had been given to his two-leg family.

A family he hadn't enjoyed.

His bright yellow and blue eyes, which contrasted against his dark fur, looked between the two felines.

[brokenbone]

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[/color] he taunted before turning to the other tom. he grinned again and walked forward, playfully flicking the tip of his tail in the older male's eyesight. "oh, aye, and i'm sure that'un was quite a momma's boy."[/color] he looked over his shoulder and jutted his nose to the still offended rescuer. "though, really, i hardly consider that to be food, mate. i mean... if you wanna try eating it, go right ahead."[/color] his tail lashed as he sat down next to tybalt, his lip curling at the very thought of putting that carcass anywhere near his maw.

"so, ah, who're you both? you're strays, right?"[/color] he waved a paw in the air to halt any sort of protest. "don't worry, i'm not a pissy warrior or anything. far as i can tell, neither of you have done anything wrong."[/color] curling his tail around his paws, he looked at the two with an ear swiveled to the side. "name's brokenbone~"[/color][/div]

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[crow]

      Crow.
^{----- gonna lose control, so stop, drop, and roll --------------------------------------------}

Crow let out of huff of annoyance, sticking his nose up as his tail swished behind him, "I ain't no momma's boy!" he shot right back. Of course, neither of the two toms knew just how much of a lie that really was. For the amount of trouble he caused as a kit, the one and only cat he'd ever listen to without question was his mother. She was uncharacteristically gentle for a ShadowClan cat - hell, a Clan cat in general. But Crow still remembered that she had died bravely, as a fighter. She had been fierce in her last moments - but sadly never did wake up after taking those blows from that dreaded dog.

Crow kicked the mouse as far from him as possible and wiped his pads on the dusty floor as if that would help him get rid of the stench, "Strays! Ha! No... No we're Rescuers!" That always sounded a lot more exciting to Crow than a stupid ol' loner wandering about. He remembered when the group had started... and even before he had taken an interest in joining their ranks, he thought the idea was pretty cool. It was basically Clan living without the damn rules.

He couldn't ask for anything better than that, really. "I'm Crow. And that grumpy ol' mange-pelt is uh... um." He had to stop to remember the name of his fellow Rescuer, "Tybalt?" Crow looked to the tom in question hoping he was right.

[tybalt]

TYBALT
'life has pulled me along - let me pull you along'

the dark furred tom let out a sigh as the banter between the other two felines continued. what in hell was he even doing here? i should have just kept walking and passed these two along and let them have their...moment. the thought made him shake his head as he wondered what type of trouble these two toms would get into alone. tybalt's eyes passed over crow, remembering that he had heard this tom once had lived in a clan, which one he didn't care. they were all the same to him and he wasn't pleased with any clan-cat, even if they reformed to become a rescuer, and especially when one acted like this one.

"Strays! Ha! No... No we're Rescuers!"

suddenly tybalt was feeling extremely mature for his age. he could tell that crow was older than him, but suddenly tybalt felt twice the age he really was...quadruple with both these morons around him. "seriously, i don't think a thunderclan tom gives a fox-dung about the difference between rescuers, loners, or kittypets." the dark tom had spat out the clan's name with all the distaste, venom, and malice that he could conjure up. his eyes bore into the clan tom and took a step forward. "is that right, clan tom? you don't care about anyone if they don't belong to your set of rules and traditions?" he wasn't really talking about this tom in general, just metaphorically and he could care less what this tom would say and took a step back again.

"I'm Crow. And that grumpy ol' mange-pelt is uh... um. tybalt?"

the tom flicked his tail, not caring if the other tom knew his name or not, but gave him a nod that it was correct. his eyes flashed though as he looked at the thunderclan warrior, his tail lashing. it's not like this is the first time i've ever shared names with thunderclan before. though granted, it was one she-cat and a leader before - not the whole of it. he rolled his eyes and took a step back again, looking at the shadows behind him and letting out a sigh and looking back at the other tom, unsheathing his claws. it's safe to say that no matter how light at the atmosphere might be at that moment, tybalt was hoping for a little darker one soon.

[brokenbone]

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[/color] he said to tybalt, the grin still on his face. then the cat spoke again, and he nodded. rescuers, eh? "no kidding? i like what you guys do. it's a good idea."[/color] he was very clearly speaking the truth there, and he looked over at tybalt with a raised brow. this other cat didn't seem too trusting... "crow and tybalt... i'll remember it."[/color] birdbrain and shakespeare. easy enough.

tybalt spoke up, making brokenbone suddenly let out a laugh. he playfully circled the dual eyed tom, his tail lashing behind him. "do you really think i give a rat's ass about traditions and all that bullshit? please, if i did, you two would have been gone before you could say anything. i don't care about any of that, and i certainly don't think i'm better than some other cat just because i have a fancy name."[/color] he puffed his chest and sat next to tybalt. "after all, i think all the clans need to loosen up with tradition... it's all become a load of bunk, a great way to control the rest of us, aye? tch. starclan."[/color] yeah, he wasn't buying into all that starclan business.

"sounds like you've had some pretty shitty experiences with clan cats, though, mate. don't worry, i won't make it a repeat offense. i'm not that bad."[/color][/div]

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[crow]

      Crow.
^{----- gonna lose control, so stop, drop, and roll --------------------------------------------}

At Tybalt's oh so cheery response to everything said, Crow found himself suddenly more somber in the presence of the two other toms... self-conscious even. He had been a Clan cat once too - and his heart was still in ShadowClan no matter how much he liked to deny it. His joining The Rescuers wasn't because he had rejected Clan life. It was because of something else - something so painful that he felt was also so stupid that he could never talk about it. Tybalt was really bitter of the Clans - that much was clear - and Brokenbone was charismatic and easy enough to get along with, but his light mocking of StarClan did make Crow's pelt prickle just a bit.

He didn't like all the Clan rules. In fact, Crow was a well known troublemaker back during his days as Crowkit and Crowpaw for breaking all the dumber little laws set in place. The fact that there were no dumb rules among The Rescuers was the one saving grace of the revolutionary group for him... But quite honestly, he liked the idea of StarClan... of the fact that his mother and father were still watching him up there. He needed that solace and peace of mind to fall asleep at night. That belief was all he had left to keep on hoping things would get better.

I wish I could go back home like nothing happened, he thought, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws. Still, Crow wasn't about to let the other two toms notice his change of mood... and so almost as soon as he sat, he was up again, something of a sneer on his face as he took a few paces towards them. "I don't know, Tybalt has a point! You ThunderClan cats always boast about how superior you are because of Firestar! Fox-dung I say! What made that ol' flea-bag so special?"

ooc; sorry about the wait!

[tybalt]

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the tom looked over to gaze at the thunderclan tom, his eyes baring into the other cat, suspicion flowing through his body. he just couldn't understand how a tom that was born in a clan would ever want to go against the ideals that he was raised to believe. tybalt never had anyone to force ideals down his throat. he never had a mother that expected something out of here and he never had even siblings to give a crap how he turned out.

but these clan cats, they had everything riding on them. how could they not want the future that was predetermined for them? how do you know that every one of them has a future for them in the clan? something whispered in the back of his head. his eyes moved over to crow for a moment. he had a hard time trusting even the felines hat came to the rescuers from the clans. he just couldn't believe that anyone from the clans would actually want to see their obliteration.

"it's all become a load of bunk, a great way to control the rest of us, aye? tch. starclan."

the tom's ears flickered and for the first time, something actually crossed his face. a grin. something other than the emotionless scowl that always seemed to be on his face these days. the tom flicked his tail and mewed, "starclan. who'd want to believe such fox-dung. do we believe that mice have a world they disappear to after as well?" it wasn't everyday he met a clan-cat that didn't believe in those kit-tales and it intrigued him. as for this tom not seeming that bad...he seemed better than most.

when crow spoke, the grin vanished and tybalt sat down, wrapping his tail around his body.[/style]

tags: crow && brokenbone | muse: 5/10 | comments: eh, could be better, sorry

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[brokenbone]

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[/color] he shrugged again, tilting his head towards the calico. "you were obviously a clan cat though... was it just somethin' you couldn't let go of?"[/color] there was no twinge of sarcasm or malice in his voice; he really was genuinely curious about this cat.

he then turned to tybalt, grinning his lackadaisical grin once more. he could sense the wariness wafting over tyb, but brokenbone wasn't one to care. he was going to change this tom's mind about clan cats! after all, not all of them believed in that starclan and code bunk. the only reason he stayed was the loyalty he felt and the friends he had made. he didn't feel like giving that up. besides, he was best suited for thunderclan and their fairly liberal ways. "hah! aye! but maybe we're just special."[/color] [/div]

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