Wandering

Sprinter
Sprinter strode towards the brook, thirsty for it's fresh water. As much as she despised the feel of it on her fur, she would hate to have such a stupid death as dehydration. Lifting her paws carefully to stay as quiet as possible, she sniffed at the air. A vole... Much better than the mice she'd been forced to catch, perhaps she'd have a good meal that night. Crouching low, she crept in it's direction, only to see it scurry off. Dumb luck. Maybe the wind had shifted, or something like that. She stood back at full height only to find that no, it was upwind of her. What had scared it off? She'd hardly even moved. Looking around, she could see another cat a ways away. The she-cat didn't look like a rouge Sprinter has seen before, although the way it held itself with a purpose wasn't like that of a Kittypet. It must be a Clan cat, although what was it doing so far from home? She shifted on her paws for a moment, wondering if she should just leave and avoid speaking, although she was still thirsty. Besides, the kitty had probably already seen her. Standing in a tall manner, she walked over to the brook, crouching to drink from it, although her ears were alert, listening to the sounds around her.

Sprinter listened to the twos greetings, trying to keep from hissing at the seconds one. "Greetings, and I treat myself well." She didn't believe in StarClan. Although not entirely against it, she found it as just a thing of hope, or hallucination at best. She flicked an ear, focusing on the new arriving cat for a second. Again, she seemed to walk with a purpose, unlike an owned cat. Unlikely a rouge, judging by the fact she looked well-fed. Sprinter lifted her head, arching an eyebrow and glancing at the two. "Now, I'm a rouge, and that explains what I'm doing here... but you two appear to be Clan kitties. What's got you so far from home?" She asked, sitting down. Often she would listen to the other clans, listening from afar at their 'gatherings'. But it was better if she could learn straight from them, and not risk mis-hearing something. She liked to stay up to date with these things.

Sprinter listened to the other two, although the white cat appeared to have nothing to stay back. What a relief. She'd had just about enough of the negativity. She swiveled her ears, listening to the warrior FallenShadow. She appeared the calmest of the bunch, although Sprinter hated to admit it, herself as well. Her fur, although not physically, was ruffled by the miniature dispute. Now that two of us out of the three have made it clear we aren't afraid of making ourselves known, perhaps this conversation will move smoothly now. There was sense in this sentence, and hopefully reason enough that the white one would calm down to speak. "Wise words." She commented, keeping her tone neutral, flicking her tail. At the earlier comment, she had nodded. Sprinter was indeed, rather fast. She had to be; life was quick outside of the clans. Resting wasn't a word of her vocabulary. The cat, FallenShadow, wasn't done talking though. She spoke in an odd manner, almost too proper, but Sprinter could understand the gist. She would be exploring, and it was just a warning. "I can understand that. At a different time, I would politely point you in the direction of prey, but there isn't much to go around as is." She tried to keep this from sounding rude, because although she doubted there would be any hunting going on, she suspected the other cat had been after the vole earlier. According to the SquirrelClan warrior Sprinter had run into when first in the area, Rouges weren't aloud to defend territory, or at least weren't expected to. She took any chance she got to fend of those who would make her living difficult. Glancing in the direction she could just-about smell the barn in, she flicked her tail. "About four to five tree-lengths in that direction is where the humans... err, two-leggeds, have their home-den-things. I doubt you'd go out that far, but it's just a warning." She said, as a bit of friendly advice. The humans could be a bit eccentric sometimes, and there was always that white van to worry about. It'd almost caught her once.

Sprinter flicked her tail. Although she hated to agree with the white-coated Grinch of a cat, she disliked the humans as well. They thought they knew who a cat was, and that they were property to be owned, and dealt with accordingly. They took freedom away. The warrior FallenShadow appeared to have gotten her message wrong, though. She scoffed lightly. "Not at all. Only that they're strict with their stray-cat rules. A cat without a collar is fair game to them." Her head buzzed in light annoyance at the brown cats blindness to danger. You thought you were quick, agile, but in the face of them there was little hope. Metal sticks with ropes, strange-smelling air, and what she had taken to calling frozen-bars. She'd searched one, once, finding the metal shockingly cold, holding the blue crate closed. It smelled like fear. "Hmm. Appears we've found a subject we agree on." Her eyes darted at the white cat for a second, wondering if her opinion would change, now that the other two enemy-cat kitties had agreed. It seemed unlike her, who held herself with a sense of pride, although she seemed determined to hate them. Her mind flashed back a moment to a long-furred grey kittypet. Sir hadn't been that bad, he was a good father. Then again, she could remember how grumpy Oscar had been given his name, and how scared she'd been for him while he was missing. Humans, she assumed, had good intent, although they needed to stop sticking their squishy hands into others matters.

Sprinter listened to the other two speaking, a bit surprised that the white one, who introduced herself as SilenceStar, had decided to apologize. Brave move, considering how deep they had almost been in resentment. "Apology accepted, SilenceStar." She said, dipping her head politely. As a rouge, actually, she wasn't sure she was allowed at fullmoon, although she watched from the shadows. She was a cat too; she needed to know what was going on. Wasn't her fault she didn't want to lose her name. A moon or two... Sprinter wondered what that could mean. A moon, by her understanding, was a month. What could the clan leader possibly have to do? She turned her ears, now listening to the warrior. She had forgiven the cat as well, before smiling. It seemed like a weak attempt at getting things to Status Quo Antebellum, but whatever. Sprinter wasn't judging. She didn't agree with the saying, and although the past may be gone, she didn't want to forget it. If someone hurts you, you don't want to forget it, because they can just do it again.