Rogue Jump in (Open)

Talon scowled at her harsh tone. He opened his mouth to speak when another cat padded out of the brush. It was a white tom with a black tipped tail and dark green eyes. "There you are Talon. Please do-" The tom cut off as he seemed to notice Feather's unamused expression and he broke out laughing. "Sorry," the white tom gasped as his laughter died down, turning his head to look at Talon who was becoming a bit annoyed. "Again?" Turning back to Feather he apologized for Talon, "Sorry about him. Don't take his flirting personal, it's an annoying habit of his. It should die down now that I've cut him off. I'm Wind, by the way." The lithe tom greeted, giving Feather a once over.

"It's nice to meet you, Feather. You're not from around here, are you?" Wind asked, taking quick note of her apparent accent. She seemed like she was used to the forest, so he doubted she was an imported kittypet, though, he could be wrong. Talon cut in, "I already asked her." He seemed smug with that comment, but Wind just shook his head. "Did she actually give you a straight answer or were you just being cloud-minded again?" He asked and got his answer when his friend seemed to be at a loss for words. He turned his attention back to Feather, awaiting her response.

Gingersnap, however, had completely tuned out the other cats conversation. Instead, she had closed her eyes, listening to the soft sounds around her as she soaked in the sun half asleep.

((Sorry for short post, I haven't gone to sleep in 24 hours.))

"It's a good thing I'm used to sarcasm or you'd be done for, mate." Feather retorted. "It's not like I had a family who hated me for my color." More sarcasm, but it seemed bitter.

"Oh, I've TRIED to let down my walls!" Feather retorted sharply. "It turned out he was a complete fox-heart with no interest in my feelings!"

(((and now I gave Feather a theme song XD))

Wind sighed, Maybe I went a bit to far. She is a foreigner after all. He shook his head again. No, that's not right. She's probably just run into bad cats. "How do you know if he didn't actually have your feelings in mind? Maybe he was just tired of all your-" Talon was cut off as his jaws nearly clamped down on Wind's tail which the white tom had moved there to shut him up. "Feather, beside that tom and us, have you run into any other cats?" Wind asked calmly, though there was still a lingering edge to his voice, though it was faint and dining out. Unlike Talon who's emotions leaped, Wind generally kept a cool head.

"Because I'm trying to make a point here, Feather. I'm sure not every cat you've run into has been bad and, if they have, then I don't know where you were hanging about, but you were with the wrong crowd. Not every cat has intentions of hurting you. When some cat hurts you, you need to ask yourself if you brought this on yourself and, if so, then talk to them. You can't brush away every cat who tries to interact with you because, then, you may never meet a cat you actually want to be friends with." Wind lectured. Gosh, why am I caring so much? "Tch, that's why." It was ever so slight and barely audible and it was only meant for himself, not even realizing he'd said it outloud. She reminds me of myself when I was younger.

Wind sighed and padded off in the direction of the twoleg dens. "Talon, let's take a walk through the streets." He mewed and the younger tom padded after him. Talon couldn't wrap his head around it. "Why did you lecture her back there? She obviously didn't want to continue on that subject." "Talon, you're how old?" Wind asked, though Talon knew that the white tom didn't need an answer. He replied anyway. "Twenty nine moons." Wind was probably going to go on about another point. "Right, and I'm 34 moons old. You probably don't remember our parents, you were only three moons old, do you?" Talon shook his head, "I remember a few things. Like when you guys first took me in, then when they showed us the stars in the river. I also remember when, well, when they died." Wind nodded as they entered the town, black stone hard, uneven and warm under their paws. "They were kind, welcoming cats they didn't even know to join them for a hunt, walk or just to talk. I mean, they took you in and you could have been any cat's kit. After they were killed by that group, I wouldn't talk to any cat or let any cat near either of us. I brushed away anyone who tried to get close because I thought they'd turn around and kill us like they did our parents." Talon remembered that, it lasted all the way up until he was thirteen moons old and Wind had been eighteen moons old. That's when Talon had started his flirting streak. Wind finally let go and started letting people in, Talon had been hanging with good cats whenever Wind had gone to hunt or sleep. "I only gave Feather the advice I would have wanted to hear back then. Even after I let go, I hurt people because I didn't know how to fully trust. She's in a different place and was probably abused by some half-hearted con artist then turned away any cat who tried to strike up a conversation with her." Or you could just be jumping to conclusions, Wind. Talon thought to himself, deciding it would be best not to say it outloud. He looked over as some excited chatter reached his ears to see a set of three cats lazing around and talking on a two-led den's mouth.

((*skips a ton of lyrics*))

"High achiever, don't you see, baby, nothing comes for free! They say I am a CONTROL FREAK driven by a greed to succeed. No cat can stop me! Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away! It's my business if I feel the need to hide! It's my problem, it's my problem if I'm building my walls high! And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to DIE!" Feather sang with a stinging bitterness.

"Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Do I need to lie to make my way in life?" Feather sang bitterly.

(This is purely a rogue/kittypet/loner rp. No clans or clan cat sat all.)

((I can throw in a cat!))

Stevie, a dark calico she-cat, padded through the woods. It has been a while since she set foot in the twoleg place after she left to become a wildcat. She didn't like sharing a home with dogs at all. Ducking under a few bushes, she found herself listening to someone singing. "Hello?" She called out cautiously as she came across another cat.

"Hello?" Stevie called again, this time a little softer as she was a little freaked out. Stevie was usually alone, so any sort of confrontation caused her to become a little hesitant.

Just keep walking, Stevie told herself. It was just your imagination, no one was there. Unfortunately for the she-cat, she couldn't make herself believe it, but she continued anyways, walking past a tree without noticing the other cat hiding above.