Watching and thinking *Brightie!"

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

A tall she-cat sat in front of the haunted barn, her blue eyes blinking out into the still night, her grey pelt shimmering as if she was a ghost. Stealth was out as usual, probably out with some she-cat and Persian snorted, thinking about her adopted father...he probably had many blood related kits out there.

It was time like this when she felt so alone, her family had died when she was about 6 moons old and her younger siblings had been slaughtered infront of her eyes. Those eyes clouded over in horror as she relived it and recalled seeing her little brother Doc being ripped from the family. He was probably dead now.

She curled up in a tiny ball and the moonlight made her coat seem like misted ice, she was like a queen as she lay there..she lived up to her name.

Persian gave a sigh and looked around, she was lonley and wanted someone to talk to

[!~[B]rightie~!]

Swish, a noise came from the swaying stalks of wheat in the abandoned field. A cat alone and lonesome came lumbering out of the stalks. His fur was a ginger-red with dark brown tips. His eyes shone with a jealous tone but, with underlaying kindness.

This cat,smelling of Clans, had no clue what he was in for or even where he was on this moonlit night. He was a bit on the stocky side but, was still limber and able to climb and run. A scent of confusion enveloped his pelt. He was an off-beat kind of cat. He had stimulating conversations with very few. Only his brothers and sisters but, even they had good lives and friends. All he had was his poetry.

He sat down,looking at his paws and not noticing Persian or the scent of any living thing. He murmured to himself,
"Dead, but living
Alone, but surrounded
Thoughts envelope my soul.
I am forgotten,forsaken,nothing to the world.
I have been ripped of everything. But, I still have me..."

His train of thought was suddenly broken and he whispered over and over to himself,getting happier and stronger every time. " I have me... I have me."

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Persian's eyes snapped open and she leapt to her feet, her claws shot out at amazing speed and her fur stood on end. The startled she-cat still looked beautiful in the moonlight, but more of a frightening beauty now. Her training from Stealth was showing through strongly.

A large red tom sat about a metre away from her, murmuring to himself and getting louder as if it were a chant. It terrified her, although it didn't show through. She moved backward delicately, like a feather on the wind, and halted a little further away but still withing springing distance is worst came to worst.

"Who are you stranger?" she growled softly, her voice like a trail of silk that traveled from her sweet mouth to his ears. Her muscles showed through her pelt, but it did not look masculine, she was a strong and independant she-cat that would fight any tom if she had to...and win.

[!~[B]rightie~!]

The tom swiveled his head around quickly,gazing at Persian with round eyes. He was willing himself just to say Kritter. But, instead he blurted.
"Yes, I am but, a stranger.
I wonder around.
I am called Sarc.
I hear every sound."

He suddenly looked embarrassed. He realized he was talking in rhyme again. "Umm, My name is Foxpaw. But, you can call me Kritter or Sarc." His tounge took a long time on those words. It didn't feel right with out the rythem.

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

"Yes, I am but, a stranger.
I wonder around.
I am called Sarc.
I hear every sound."

Persian turned her head to the side in confusion, her blue eyes glinting with curiosity wierd she thought. She flicked her tail in dismissal to him and got ready to walk away from the strange red tom and back to her warm nest in the haunted barn.

"Umm, My name is Foxpaw. But, you can call me Kritter or Sarc."

Persian whirled around and her pelt stuck up again, her blue eyes wide with alarm "You're a clan cat!" she hissed angrily, her family had been killed by ShadowClan yet she knew nothing of the four clans and their history...only that they had caused the downfall of her family; plus Stealth said they were very arrogant, proud of their heritage.

"If you have the name Foxpaw then why do you use two other names" she growled, her claws flexing her claws and letting the dangerous loner side of her show through clearly.

[!~[B]rightie~!]

' Ah she thinks I'm weird.'

Foxpaw tilted his head to the side,giving Persian equally the stare. He watched as she flicked her tail and started walking away.

"Yea, not that I'm proud of it."

Foxpaw muttered,still stumbling over his words. He gave Persian a hurt look.

"I hate the name Paw.... " He spat.
" I don't care if you call me Fox!" He said, putting a lot of emotion in to it so he didn't feel awkward.

[>>[S]ilver]

_{The large gray tom padded out of the wheat, following the sent of Foxpaw, one of the ThunderClan apprentice's. Foxpaw! He growled, padding closer to the tom. Why, your a long way from Camp...and whose this? He growled, blue eyes cold. No apprentice should wander...he might have gotten killed!}

((Sorry, no muse...))

[!~[B]rightie~!]

"Call me Fox.
I'm not like a kitty pet, playing with socks.
I am an apprentice, not scum.
Don`t make fun of me, wouldn`t you rather lay on your tum?" Fox said carefully. He had just now decided that Fox would be a good name. His eyes glinted with mischief.