Wandering with no destination

[spike]

The she-cat sauntered closer towards the barn with her eyes narrowed heatedly. Another night of wandering with no real advance on getting back at the clans. Her white pelt glowed beautifully from the moon's stare and she seemed to act as if she was the only one there.

"Lark?" she mewed with a purr to add. The tom was not like her. While the she-cat was perfectly groomed and beautiful in sight, he was the opposite. His golden tabby pelt was caked with mud and very unkempt from the lack of caring. His clear eyes were still desperate to find something but whatever it was he might never find.

"Y-yes, Wynter?" he stammered. Lark slunk forward like a kit in trouble. But he had no real reason to be in trouble. He was just used to listening to her. Wynter promised him to get proper revenge on ThunderClan. After the death of Nightfur, he would never forgive them. Of course, he was only a piece of her plan. She didn't care for ThunderClan. It was the one by the river that concerned her.

"Just making sure you're there," she cooed. But Wynter's lashing tail showed little care about whether he was slinking forward or trying to attack. She just wanted to relax after a long day of walking. "Go hunt, will you?" she asked kindly. However, the sweet tone was false. She knew Lark would do as she said. He kept his loyalty true to anybody that promised to help.

Lark loyally nodded before going towards some grasses close by. Wynter merely sat to clean her dusty paws. "What a fool," she chuckled.

[peregrine]

Nameless was out on a stroll. After a long day of collecting mushrooms he was looking for someone to 'help' in exchange for food. He decided that it would be best to leave the kittypets alone for a little bit, it wouldn't be good if the cats became wary of him.

Thus, he was bought to venture to the barn where rouges and loners were known to frequent. It would be a good deal, unlike kittypets, rouges and loners didn't have anyone to care for them. It was more likely that they would want his services than a kittypet would. He looked up at the sky with the full moon suspended among the stars. It was definitely a beautiful night as most nights of the full moon were.

His ears perked up as he got closer to the barn. Hmm. Yes, He definitely heard the voices of other cats. Soon the shapes of the cats came into view as well. Perfect, he had doubted that there was going to be any cats there. He looked over the two cats one of them at least seemed easy to get to use his services "Hello! Nice night isn't it." he said with a nice smile in his head.

[spike]

Wynter paused and glanced nonchalantly at the new tom. She placed her paws on the ground while lifting her head slightly to keep herself looking strong. Lark, on the other side of things, muttered some greetings. A sharp hiss from Wynter sent him scampering off for prey.

"What did I do to deserve such a greeting?" she then questioned the new cat. "I have not seen you around here. Well, I guess introductions are owed. What is your name?" No way was hse going to give in so quickly and give her name. She preferred knowing exactly who she was talking to before bothering to give information that might come back to harm her. Lark she trusted since his mind of insanity was keeping his sense of right and wrong completely away. This tom seemed slightly different but just as much different as the duo were.

[peregrine]

The smile on his face faded slightly with the she cats reaction. Yes, he had been right the tom would have been easier to deal with. Of course, now that the she cat had sent the tom to hunt he would have to work hard to get something out of the she-cat. He didn't mind but he would have preferred and easier mark than her.

"Well whether I have met you are not I feel that it is needed to greet someone nicely." he answered simply "I'm afraid I can not tell you something that does not exist, I have no name. Despite this fact I hope you can share with me your name." Always be as polite as possible. That was something you had to live by if you expected to get anything from strangers.

[spike]

"Alright, No-Name," she muttered. "You can call me Wynter. But you don't seem truly worthy of hearing it. So, what brings you to this area? I haven't seen one of your type around here. Well, besides Lark. But that cat has no mind. He's just a slave it seems." Wynter took pride in her little slave. Since nobody else had taken an influence on him, he did not question her word. He'd kill if she so demanded. As long as it was going towards revenge against ThunderClan. Lark didn't care of anything else.

"Let me treat you to some prey," she purred kindly. She suddenly was realizing that there was a similarity to Lark and No-Name here. Both were useful to her. "I'll have Lark go hunt again, if you wish."

[peregrine]

"Wynter is a beautiful name, it fits you very well" he said kindly. "I came out he to share my skills with the cats that live here. I'm very skilled in the art of healing. I thought maybe the cats here would be in need of help since they don't have any twolegs to help them" He explained leaving out of course a few small facts about what he does.

The surprise was a bit obvious. He had expected it to be hard to get prey from this she-cat but it was just like that. "I would love to have some prey." he said his smile coming back a bit more. He was glad that it went so easily but he still needed a cat to test his mushrooms on. Ah well he could find some other cat, food is important too.

[spike]

"Thanks for the compliment," she purred back. "Oh, Larky? Larky!" The pathetic looking tom reappeared with a mouse dangling from his jaws. Like a loyal dog would, he placed it at her paws and kept his head lowered submissively.

"Yes, Wynter?" he squeaked. "Anything else, Wynter? More prey, Wynter?"

"Hush your ramblings," she snapped at the tom. Lark just tucked himself lower to the ground, nose now touching the earth. Then she softened and touched his ear lightly with her tail. "More prey, yes. For our No-Named friend here. And find a nice piece of prey. Not another scrawny mouse, alright, Larky?"

"Yes, Wynter. Your wish, Wynter. Of course, Wynter." Lark leapt to his feet and rushed off for the grasses again. But Wynter gave a small nudge to the mouse towards No-Name.

"You can have the first, if you wish," she mewed.

[peregrine]

Watching the way Wynter treated Lark made him feel bad for the tom. It was to bad that the other cat didn't seem to know what standing up for himself meant. Or maybe there was some other reason for him being so submissive, it wasn't in Nameless' nature to question other cats lives. "Thank you again." he said when the tom ran off to get more prey.

He considered momentarily whether it would be ruder to accept her offer or to reject it. "Ah. I would love it." he said grabbing the mouse and sitting down. He didn't start eating though, it was rude to eat in front of someone without food. He didn't think to explain this to her, hopefully she wouldn't take offense to this behavior.

[spike]

Wynter settled down while considering this tom. He seemed strong in a way. Not physically powerful as Lark was but merely mentally powerful. Something that could play to her advantage. "So, No-Name," she stated sternly, "I was curious. Are you gifted with any talents? A cat like you seems to be so. I think we can make a comprimise, if you're willing to work at my side." Something evil settled in her eyes. Something like the want for power.

"If not," she sighed, "then I guess you can go on your way. But I'm just curious to who you are and what you do. The scent on your fur tells no lies. You've travelled and you've been around some foul smelling things. Things like death, if you ask me."

[peregrine]

Nameless contemplated the thought of working with her. It honestly had it's benefits, a permanent home, food, it really would be the ideal situation for him. The thing that kept him from straight out accepting her offer was the look in her eyes. There was also the way she treated the tom Lark. She would probably regard him in a similar manner, strong mind or not. "Your offer is very tempting" he said politely.

When she continued on to talk about the scent of death on his fur. It made him want to lick himself clean almost, but he didn't. Yes, he had killed many a cat and yes it did not bother him. The reason for him wanting the smell away was he feared for a repeat of what happened in his home. She though didn't seem to care about what he did though. Maybe she would be different? There is no harm in trying.

"I have been around death." he explained "I wish to know about what makes us work. I wish to know why certain things affect us differently. I have killed cats in my quest to figure it out." He finished but quickly added. "It was all in the spirit of helping, of course."

[spike]

"I see," Wynter purred. There was rustling then Lark suddenly appeared. He placed a mouse before her, a bit more plump than the other. His eyes searched hastily over her in search of praise in a sign of a smile or even a twinkle of her eyes.

"Did I do good?" he asked in a rasping voice. "Did I? Did I hunt well, Wynter? Did I, Wynter? Hm, Wynter? Wynter?"

"Yes, Lark, yes," Wynter snapped. "Please, I am talking with No-Name here. Why don't you sit quietly?"

"Yes, Wynter. Anything you say, Wynter. Of course, Wynter," Lark mewed.

'Shut up!" Wynter spat before softening her features. "Be a good boy, Larky, and maybe you can sleep in a den tonight." His pale eyes lightened up with the idea of the den and he settled down without a word.

"Now, No-Name," Wynter purred. "I see you have use to me. Your knowledge can be of a great use in the future. What do you say? Lark is a fine hunter and I know my ways around these forests and swamps. If you help me in one quest, I promise you a den and prey every night. It's not a bad offer. Please think it over."

[Yoko]

Drake padded towards the barn with silent but quick pawsteps. He was late to see Loststar and the the thought of it angered him a little. He had let Peregrine and Birchpaw distract him for far too long.

As the silver bengal approached the Rogue Loft, he saw three figures outside of it. Quickly he identified their scents. That white she-cat Wynter was there. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the thought. He didn't like her much, but he had learned well to stay out of her way, afterall he'd visited several times in the past moon.

He scented Lark. Even from this distance he could hear the tom's stuttering voice. Probably pestering Wynter, Drake thought with a little smirk. He'd grown fond of watching Lark bother the cold she-cat.

Then there was a third scent. One that he could not identify. Yet, Drake knew nearly every cat in two-leg-place, but he'd never even caught a sniff of this one. As he approached, he discerned the white and black blotches of the cat's pelt. It was the eyes that made Drake nearly trip in his steps. The cat didn't seem to be looking at him, but he could see the glinting yellow-green. There was an eerieness to them that Drake had not seen before...

Drake shivered. Best to keep cool. In a single breath he was strutting confidently towards the the Rogue Loft. He was nearly at the entrance and as he passed the three cats he allowed his gaze to shift to their direction. With a curt nod, he continued to walk. Lost awaits.

[peregrine]

He began to eat the mouse h had been given when Lark brought Wynter a mouse. He ate quietly as Wynter snapped at Lark. Her offer was tempting and he liked the idea despite the ways he treated Lark. "Your right it isn't a bad offer." he said thoughtfully. He smelt the other cat approach before he saw it and slightly tipped his head when it passed.

Before he answered he ate some more of his mouse "Alright, Wynter I will join you, but if I ever dislike serving you I will leave." he finally answered. Yes, since he specified that the deal seemed perfect. He finished off his mouse and began licking his paws contently.
((Bit of a rubbish post, Sorry ><))

[spike]

Wynter purred greatly and pushed the mouse aside silghtly. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Larky, take a walk. I have some things to discuss with No-Name here."

The golden tabby perked his ears and seemed to pause as if completely confused. Then he nodded several times, a muttering of a number of agreements, then he scrambled to his paws. It was only a second for him to dart away towards unfamiliar land. Wynter, on the other paw, settled herself and began slowly cleaning her chest.

"Okay, No-Name," she slowly began. It was as if she was deciding each word with caution. "The thing is, there is a certain cat I want gone. He's been cruel to my family and he has only caused us harm. He attacked my mother and father, he attacked my grandmother, and he's taken after his father, a truly evil cat. I just want him gone for the safety of others."