Troubled Waste - Open -

[Razor]

Church awoke with a mild yell. Looking around hastily he shook his fear away. "Freaking nightmares..." he got up off the cold ground and looked around. He started to walk "I hate this Junkyard, feel like i've been walking in circles for days." he mumbled gazing around. He blinked a few times trying to get his vision unblured. He turned around hearing something, but continued on considering it was nothing.

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,375,table] [th] Wolfstorm had no idea what brought him to the rogue lands so often. Sometimes, curiosity was to blame. Others, instinct told him something was waiting. Sometimes, he liked the solitude. Though, he hated knowing he wasn't needed at the Clan. Shaking his head, he walked through waste and junk. The smell bothered him greatly, though amused him all the same. Something new, that had to be it. Wolfstorm could barely smell anything besides the rubble, but as he let his tongue dangle from his mouth, tasting the air, could scent another cat. He also heard the being. Then, he saw another male. Wolfstorm did nothing to pursue him, but only spoke more to himself than to anyone. How in StarClans name can you live here He said. Demons themselves must have damned this place. He chuckled. He would never be content with living here. Wolfstorm chuckled to himself, imagining demons dancing on the junkyard, their stench mixing with garbage.

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[Razor]

Church looked over at the new cat that had appeared. He raised a brow "I don't live here. I was just staying here momentarily. And it-" he stopped. Starclan? He sat down and stared at the cat "So, did you just want to mock me or are you here for a reason?" he questioned firmly. Was this cat one of those clan kitties? Maybe he found his one way ticket shorcut. Or at least he hoped.

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Mist,,

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A orange blur darted up and over a two-leg fence, the through a few yards and over another fence. Not slowing down a bit till it entered a wooded area. Its pelt turning a deep orange in the shadows of the trees. Was it scared, or running away from something, it seemed most likely. Though you will find out that it isn't. Its ice blue eyes darted around, looking at the trees around it. It had never been in such woods before, and only slid into them on accident.

This blur was actually a cat, a she-cat by the name of Mist. She had gotten her name from her deep blue eyes. These eyes could see through any cat and stop toms in their tracks. Mist was a beautiful, graceful, young she-cat. She had grown up in a two-leg nest and enjoyed it. She had heard the Forest cats lived among the trees in the forest, and that they where mean. She could only laugh at this, for she knew the truth. She learned the ways of the clans at a young age, and knew they where in face nice cats. They lived a hard life, unlike that of a kitty-pets.

She was tired of the two legs, they always wanted to touch her and carry her around. She hated the taste of the food and she wasn't aloud outside much. Though that was her past. She was tired of the past, the past made her sad. For the fact her mate, well almost mate left her. She never knew how to change that, or how to move on. She had stopped living, he fur dulled and she started sneaking back to the Two leg's for food. She didn't want to hunt, or even try.

As she got to her paws she walked along the border of the forest, still in the shadows of the trees. She let her tail drag behind her and her mind wonder. Her paws tripping every once in a while, though she was able to catch herself. She wondered like this for a while, imagining the tom in her head. Or imagining finding her family again, being loved. She didn't even have any friends. Kitty-pets tended to keep to themselves, or their family. Most weren't even seen because they weren't aloud outside.

She stopped, the edge of the forest had seemed to ended and opened into a big field piled with Two-leg items. She was lost, she had never been this far from the two-leg nest before. She stood and walked out toward the piles of stuff. Looking at the things the Two-legs seemed to leave here. She often didn't understand their doings. As she walked she heard voices, it had been a long time since she had seen or talked to another cat.

She stayed behind a pile of brown colored junk and stayed down, watching the two cats to see how friendly they seemed to each other. She didn't have the greatest view of them and decided to inch a step forward. As her paw hit the ground it landed on something cool and shiny, and the other side decided to come up and hit her right in the head. She couldn't tell if it was the pain, fright or plan weakness that made her pass out, but she did. With a muffled yowl she landed on the ground and fainted into a black abyss.

[Razor]

Church glanced over hearing a yowl "...That doesn't sound too good." he looked over back at the other cat "Hey hold up for a minute. We have alot to talk about." with that he flicked his tail and padded over to the source of the noise. Leaning over a small pile of rubble he saw a she-cat, knocked out cold. "Oh the possibilities if no one was around to see." he mumbled sarcasticly showing half a smile. He poked at her side "Hey, wake up. Rise and shine sleeping beauty." he waited for a response silently. Then a thought crossed his mind, was she spying on them?

[poizen]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,375,table] [th] Wolfstorm was about to reply when a yowl only a short distance away echoed through the still air. The other cat had told him to stay, but his natural instincts was to follow the noise. Wolfstorm's emerald eyes held a deep compassion. Wolfstorm soon saw the source as the other male tried coaxing her awake. Wolfstorm watched with curiosity. She was not sleeping; She was unconscious due to head impact. Wolfstorm saw a metal shard next to her head and quickly felt a pang in his chest. The female was beautiful. Her orange and white pelt made Wolfstorm shiver a little. He couldn't wait to see her eyes... What a sight they must be. He walked closer now and nudged the female with his muzzle, concerned. Miss, wake up. Miss, are you okay? Please wake up now. He spoke quietly. Her body was limp and that worried him more. His face still nudged her body when a memory crashed into him. He remembered the day he saw him bloodied and battered father. Wolfstorm remembered nudging the lifeless body, telling him it was time to go home and time to find mom. However, he wasn't so stupid. He knew what was wrong. The blood, oh god there was a lot. The devastation that had flooded Wolfpaw's heart was so great, it caused him to collapse under the weightless burden. He wasn't there to save father... He couldn't find mother... Wolfstorm suddenly shook his head violently, and nudged the she-cat harder but not to rough. Miss, everything'll be alright if you'd wake up for me... Wolfstorm was no medicine cat, but he could certainly tell when a cat was in danger and harmed. Wolfstorm's emerald eyes grew pale now as he waited. He glanced to the other male, his eyes searching for some kind of help. However, he knew he would not receive enough. Wolfstorm would never be content with himself, though he did not rely on others. However, it looked as though this cat may need someone to rely on for the moment. He then returned to the female, his eyes growing bright watching her belly grow with each breath and shrink with every exhale. 'actions' 'thoughts 'Speech.'

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2n04g2e.jpg] Mist wasn't out for long. In a matter of seconds the cats who she'd been watching had noticed the yowl and went to expect what happened. She felt a paw poke her side and she slightly stirred. "Hey, wake up. Rise and shine sleeping beauty." The voice was so close she felt the need to open her eyes was strong. Though her head hurt so badly. "Miss, wake up. Miss, are you okay? Please wake up now." The voices egged her to wake up and she felt the need to give them reassurance she was okay. She felt a head press into her then the second cat who spoke, spoke again. She opened her eyes slowly, looking around at were she was. she wasn't exactly sure what happened and her head felt like it was spinning in fast, tight little circles. "Ugh.." She grunted and closed her eyes. It was so bright out and her head just hurt so much. Finally when her head wasn't so horribly in pain she opened her eyes again. Focusing on the toms who stood over her. The one looked scared and worried, while the other seemed very calm. "Hello?" She asked uncertainly if she knew the toms or not. She forgot where she was and why she was there. After thinking about it for a second, she couldn't really remember anything about herself either. It was a weird feeling, almost a feel when your falling and there's nothing you can do but stretch you arms out to catch you self and hope it doesn't hurt to much."W-who are you? W-who.. am I?" She asked the question slowly. Hoping the toms would know what happened and who she was. Talking/Thoughts/Actions

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[Razor]

Church glared at her for a moment. Memory lost. Perfect. I guess I could pretend for a while until she starts to remember. "Wait, i've seen you before" he said tilting his head. "Yeah, you're Nola. We met on this road once. WHat are you doing here? I thought you had to do something with your friends?" he asked acting as if he was surprised. That'll have to do for now. He glanced over at the cat beside him watching him stare at her. He'd slash this cat's throat and make up something quick if this one ratted him out. Or if he even knew her to begin with.

[poizen]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,375,table] [th] Wolfstorm suddenly was frightened; Not for himself, but for this stranger. His eyes became soft as though he could try to reveal what he did not know to her, to assure her she would be safe. However, that was impossible. Wolfstorm suddenly glared at the other male, knowing his words were lies. Hold your tongue! You will sit here and give a fake identity?! Pathetic! Hush! Wolfstorm hissed. His eyes were now raging and Wolfstorm hissed with his hackles raised. He flexed his muscles in hunching his back, showing he was far from prey or an easy kill. If you are going to stay, you had better be helpful and to not lie like that. Can you not see she has lost her memory?! Wolfstorm growled. He turned back to the female now, though his back was not turned on the other male. He had no idea what he was capable, though his confidence was a little to large. His eyes were once more compassionate as he took a small step toward the girl. Miss, my name is Wolfstorm. You... Something hit your head miss, and you passed out, I presume. He spoke quietly, his emerald orbs reflecting her own confusion. He wanted desperately to help this female, and be useful for once. In the past, he had only been seen as an obstacle. Maybe now, he could be the brightest star. Even just a star would leave him content. But He refused to be the black blanket the stars shone brightest on. How... Miss, how can I help? Please, tell me. 'actions' 'thoughts 'Speech.'

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[Razor]

Church narrowed his eyes at the tom and let out a small laugh "If I wish to stay here? You must be joking. How about you go on back to whatever hole you crawled out of and I won't knock your lights out. My treat of course." he exclaimed growling and unsheathing his claws. He wasn't gunna let this idiot get in the way of finding out who this girl was and why see was watching them.