Home (FINALLY)

[Yoko]

((OOC: Skipped Rogue Loft since Prince and Desi are gone. Can you post Brooke once or twice here, Night?))

"Chill out, Winnie," Drake mewed, tired of his sister's scoldings. She had not stopped since she had arrived to the Rogue Loft and found him with Crowstar. Though the silver bengal was rather pleased to see Tybalt, the second he saw Winnie he knew there could only be trouble.

"I'll chill YOU out, Drake!" Winnie spat, turning to face her brother. "We risked our lives for you and all you can say is 'I went for a stroll?' You careless furball!"

Drake casually scratched his ear with a claw.

"ARGH!" Winnie yelled, turning on her heel and nearly forgetting her manners.

"Thank you, Brook," she mewed stiffly. "I'm sorry we've obviously wasted your time."

Winnie entered the house and Drake turned to Brook. "Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'd 'a introduced myself sooner but, well, you know. Any how, the name's Drake. Unlike my sister, and my kit-brother here-" he swatted playfully at Tybalt. "I know how to take care of myself on these streets. I'd like to introduce you to Lost, too by the way."

The silver bengal motioned to his large tom friend. His pelt was white with black markings. He stood tall and looked phantomly muscular, as though if he ate a whole meal he would puff right up and look like a forest cat again. His eyes looked a little haunted with sleeplessness. The former ShadowClan leader dipped his head respectfully. "Nice to meet you, Brook."

[nightstorm]

Brooke's whiskers twitched with amuesment at the sight of Winnie scolding Drake. The tom obviously wasn't really taking her scolding to heart; it seemed as though her words went in one ear and out the other. She looked up as Winnie addressed her, and nodded stiffly back. "It was no trouble," she replied calmly. Yeah. No trouble at all. I just missed out on a good oppurtunity for a nap, she thought grumpily.

As Drake turned to her, she glanced at him. Brooke liked him the best out of the siblings, because he was the most street smart. "Pleased to meet you, Drake," she meowed, dipping her head. "And you, Lost. It's nice to see another loner, once in awhile." Her eyes were still cautious, however friendly her voice might be, for she was aware of how young and small she was compared to the large rogue. "How has the hunting been around the Rogue's Barn, anyways? Are there any places one can curl up in for a night or two?" she asked. The old cardboard box she had been using had been thrown away that morning, and she would need to find something else soon.

[Yoko]

((OOC: Ghost font, for my ghost of a cat))

[glow=white,2,300]Crowstar, or as he had so affectionately been dubbed by Drake, Lost, dipped his head respectfully to the loner she-cat. He was feeling too low(sad) to be defensive. A Clan cat wandering two-leg place, if some cat had told him he would be hear two lives ago he would have clawed their ears off! The only good of it was that he felt no fear amongst twolegs, their monsters, kittypets, loners, and rogues. (He would learn better eventually, but for now he has his arrogance at least).

"The hunting is fine. There's always room there, but the reason for that is...well, the cats staying there are none too pleasant."

Drake was busy play fighting with Tybalt. He looked all kit-like in his yard playing with his golden brother, but the silver bengal using very real Clan Battle moves. Lost hoped he would not use them so lightly on the streets.[/glow]