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Jun 6 2017, 03:00 PM
The city was a ruthless, merciless place. Rogue knew this from the day she stepped foot in the stone palace. Trees were replaced with rocks. Foxes replaced with twolegs. Food replaced with starvation. Twolegs were very protective of their resources and territory. It was nearly impossible to get anything without being thrown around and stepped on. This is why she helped form a band of cats. They all had one goal in mind, simply to survive.

The group flourished with the attention and leadership they all needed. Everyone was equal. There was no set roles. Everyone can do anything. Of course, they needed a supreme court. Someone with a rule of judgment. That, of course, was herself. Rogue tried her absolute hardest to stay unbias and strong in any situation, might it be internal or external to her band.

The gray shorthair huffed as she lazily groomed her legs in the ally in between various two leg buildings. There was nothing truly interesting happening today. It was slow. As far as she knew, the band had no absolute camp, though they did meet in the park, or town square, often if they needed each other. She supposed she might as well go check on how the others are doing.

Rogue shrugged and stood up, stretching her tired muscles before hopping off of the dumpster she was resting herself upon. Rogue lazily passed the thunderpath separating her and the park without turning to the monsters passing. She let out a soft chuckle as a monster skidded to a stop in front of her. She could hear the twoleg inside screaming and hollering at her. No matter. She was the leader of this city and she would not be stopping for anyone.

Rogue yawned as she strolled into the park. She braced her legs before hopping up onto the rim of the fountain, raising a brow and scanning the rolling, grassy hills for anyone she knew. Someone had to be here, right?
May 20 2017, 10:34 PM
Shatteredkit lead a very sad existence. He was born with a curse. This was known as being an introvert. This, of course, is not a bad thing. Many introverts lead very large and successful lives. They become leaders and lead their clan very carefully. Introverts can be very respected members of the clan. Though... it is how Shatteredkit goes about his 'curse' that makes his life sad.

He hates other cats. He hated them with a burning passion. He had no reason to not. They were loud, obnoxious and no one ever left him alone. Especially in this dumb nursery. Shatteredkit come play with me! We can play mossball! It'll be fun! The white cat sighed, placing his head down on the dirt. Why couldn't he just be left alone... Shatteredkit was five moons of age, and would soon become an apprentice. He couldn't wait to be stuck with a mentor lecturing him from sunhigh to sunfall. He couldn't wait.

So the kit simply lied down outside the nursery. He would not be wasting his time with other cats. He didn't want to. He didn't need to. They would not provide anything for him, nor will he help them. The fluffy cat's tail swished bordly as he pawed lazily at the dirt. When could he go back to bed without the queens nagging at him to go outside?
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