Run, Run As Fast as You can, You can't catch me--

---I'm the gingerbread man. {SNAKE}

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

Freedom. The words slid down her throat as her paws set foot upon the land that would now be her home. The welcoming aroma of cats, didn't frighten her. In fact they proved that within these lands, cats could flourish. But their was no celebrating, or any happy smiles. She was alone, broken and bruised.

Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes fell upon the long, ugly scar that wound it's way up her leg. It was because of that incident that she could never trust again. Narrowing her eyes she set off in determination, she would need shelter, food, and a steady supply of water.

The three main essentials for survival. Of course one could always say you needed 'love'. Scarlett chose to believe love was for those who were insanely lucky. For those who didn't have a care in the world. Those beings were the ones she despised the most.

Halting she gave her head a thorough shake, ridding her mind of these useless thoughts. It's what she had to do to keep going. You see, Scarlett had a wondering mind, quite an amazing one to be at that. She was extremely intelligent, perhaps the new age philosopher of her era.

But this was unknown to many others, due to her reserved nature. She was quite, cold, the she-cat wanted nothing to do with others. Giving her ginger shoulder a swift lick she padded through the reeds, suddenly she stopped. A cat was near by. Dropping into a perfectionist's crouch, she slid forward. Curious to who this was, and why they were here. But instead of calling out, she listened. Waiting for him to come to her.

The Hunter
^{Dancing with the devil}
The Hunter had been tormenting barn cat kits, hunting them for his own perverse pleasure. However now the scent of a she-cat filled his nose. The tom smiled a little and turned around. Slowly he began to walk forward. His eyes rested on the cat. She was not one of the clan cats, her scent told her that.

"Hello." he mewed, his eyes narrowed. "What brings you to these lands? Surely not to join those clan cats?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and power.
He put a tail on her shoulder and eyed her with sympathy. "Where did you get these terrible burns?" He mewed.

{Kind of meant this for Snake, but ah well she can run into both of them c:}

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

As soon as his fur touched the tip of her shoulder Scarlett flinched away, her golden-red fur bristling viciously. Baring her teeth she growled haughtily, "This is none of your concern." Slowly she backed up, her ears flat against her head. She lived strictly to her way of life, 'Trust no one, not even yourself.'

Scarlett could tell he wasn't one to be messed with, the tom was well-muscled and could easily over-power her. She wasn't going to even try to attack him, she wasn't a fool. But her body was thin and wiry. She was small, he definitely wasn't. Out-running him was the only solution. Giving a warning yowl she fled into the reeds, past his daunting figure and into the unfamiliar tundra. Not once did she stop to think over his words, 'What brings you to these lands? Surely not to join those clan cats?'.

At once another scent infiltrated her sense. Another tom, and his scent was very familiar to those of the one only seconds ago. But it was impossible to tell where he was, the territory was drenched in many different smells. Scarlett wasn't exactly the keenest cat in the lands, his location was unknown.

It was quite ironic how she discovered it the moment she felt at loss. In fact it was rather funny how she had ran smack-dab into him. Her muzzle roughly plowing into his chest. Hissing and spitting she immediately fled backwards, her claws poised to pounce. "Move." she snapped, her chestnut gaze threatening to kill.

Snake
The darkness in your mind

Snake slowly padded through the grasses and was looking around, a small mouse hanging from his jaws. He was just about to think how peaceful it was when a cat plowed into his chest knocking the breath out of him and making him drop his prey. He bared his teeth slightly at the she-cat when she demanded he move.
"I don't take orders well from those who run." he commented darkly. He could tell The Hunter's was on her and he wondered when he had caught her, or if he had. He let his fur rise slightly. He wasn't going to let this she-cat go anywhere.

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

It took only a second for her to realize the tom was working with the one before. Obviously running wasn't going to work a second time, this tom looked as if he could catch her. He looked much more agile than strong. Narrowing her burning gaze she slowly smirked,
"Funny. At least I don't take orders from anyone." she snarled dauntingly. Flicking her tail she motioned towards 'The Hunter'.

The amused smirk that was covered her snout was gone, what was left was nothing but cold determination. Perhaps coming to a land swelling with other cats, wasn't a good idea. Apparently they couldn't live with just one more. "I won't ask you again, move it." she hissed, her ginger-white fur appeared as a wild-fire, racing across her spine.

Not waiting for a response, she charged forward, her head barreled straight into his chest, plowing him over. Hissing she pounced, her claws aiming for his chest. Perfect. The she-cat landed squarely on his chest, her front paws rested on his neck, while her pack paws caught him between her. Acting as a barrier.

"Let me go by, or I'll kill you." she threatened, her claws aching to be unsheathed.

The Hunter
^{Dancing with the devil}

The hunter padded up.
"Now now... we're not here to hurt you little one." He mewed gently. "Tell me, what is your name? I am Hunter and this is Snake."He paused. "A cat such as yourself, such a pretty little she-cat... shouldn't be out here all by your lonesome." He purred.
"Some tom may... take advantage of you." He smiled.

"However we can offer you a safe place. Food, shelter, portection. I can make you strong enough to make sure no one hurts you ever again."

Snake
The darkness in your mind

Snake flicked his tail slightly with impatience and irritation. If The Hunter wanted cats for deathclan, Chasing them down then trying to talk sweetly to them was not going to do it. True, he hadn't made a good first impression on her more than likely, but he never did.
"We're really not that terrible." he mewed, no emotion covering his voice. He glances at The Hunter slightly then back at the she-cat. Curiosity filled him as he took in the burn marks. Who would be that cruel to that to a cat?

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

Scarlett flashed her burning gaze over to the larger tom, "Like you are now?" she hissed. Honestly did this tom believe that females were this stupid? She wasn't going to fall for any of their tricks. She didn't need any protection, not from anyone. But the offer of shelter and food did sound appealing. Narrowing her eyes she scraped the ground, as if she were pondering the concept. It was obvious that these two weren't the only ones in their little--she wasn't sure what to call it. A pack? She was positive their was more to this 'pack' then what they let on.

And then he, the tabby, talked. His voice was somewhat reassuring, even if it didn't show any signs of emotion. Narrowing her eyes she muttered quietly,"If I were to join you--" she began her voice, quiet and cold. "I never want to be looked down at, nor do I want to be treated like a kit." she growled. Her ginger and white fur was slowly beginning to lay flat, but she was still on edge. She wasn't going to drop her guard.

"I'm not coming for protection, I'm coming for what you offered." she added dauntingly. "I'll fight for you, but that doesn't mean I have to like you." Flicking her tail she muttered, Show me where I'll be living."

If this was all a hoax, then she'd run. It was simple, she would always be able to run.

The Hunter
^{Dancing with the devil}

"You must be willing to kill without question. Anycat who is not with us is against us. They and all their kin our our enemies." he mewed, walking beside her.

He paused and gave a little half smile. "You will make a strong fighter. I can tell just by looking at you." he told her.
"Come with me..." he led her to the cave that served as their home. There were nests there, he dragged out some fur and moss and set up a nest for here.
"This is where you can sleep." he told her. "And welcome to Deathclan. We defy death, and take on it's name for our own to prove that we are strong. We take what we want from wherever we want. Our borders are strong, and will not be crossed. Any cat who crosses our borders and does not join us, will be killed."

Snake
The darkness in your mind

The brown tom slowly followed behind the other two cats as they walked back toward their camp. His eyes drifted over to the she-cat fora moment and only a feeling of distaste filled him. The only she-cats he had met were innocent and easily outdone. This one was different.
His eyes narrowed slightly as a though passed his mind. 'what if this she-cat was able to over power him.' she had the body and she had the speed, but he doubt she had the skill. and he was starting to get a little hesitant about training her to fight. He was already having to go against The Hunter and that could be dangerous in itself, but if the other tom got an ally...he shivered slightly at the thought.

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

Scarlett scanned the area, it was doable. Definitely not her choice of living, but when the object of the game was to survive, then she'd do anything to win. As he mentioned the qualifications she muttered, "Killing isn't a problem." Her eyes flickered over to 'The Hunter' it was an almost instant feeling of hatred, crawling up through her spine and spreading to her toes. She wasn't ever going to trust him, but she could pretend for a little while. At least until she could support herself.

Then he meowed out the name of their 'clan', and what was it? Deathclan. Of course, how predictable, was this supposed to scare her? "Call it whatever you want." she seethed, without waiting for a response she padded forward. Sniffing around the nest she picked out one that held no one's disgusting scent. Nudging it over to the corner she began making it comfortable. Whipping her head around she cast Snake a look, the whole time she could feel his scathing gaze burning into her pelt, and it was annoying.

"What are you looking at?" she spat, her fiery gaze narrowed dangerously into slits. Spitting with disgust she turned her head and gave it a good shake, just ignore them. She'd have to get used to living here if she were going to survive.

Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw sluggishly prowled along the edges of DeathClan's camp, his icy gaze distantly peering over the clearing, wondering if it really was worth the price of his freedom in exchange for a Clan life he yearned for for so long.

It just wasn't the same, he reluctantly thought to himself, not willing to admit the truth. He wanted to have the same comfort of a Clan, the same loyalties, the same family bond. But these cats didn't have the same friendliness. They didn't offer that bond. He didn't feel like he belonged here. He didn't feel like he could be loyal.

As his restless mind continued to cry out for his old Clan, his eyes distracted him from listening to the wails of distress. A newcomer like himself joined the Clan. A she-cat. And, like himself, she didn't seem too pleased to be here. Curious, his paws led him to the stranger in investigation.

"Greetings." he interrupted, slipping beside Snake in order to get a better view. His meow betrayed no warmth, but no savageness either. Just a solid, swift acknowledgement. He didn't want to make an impression yet, not until he knew what the unknown Clanmate was capable of.

SCARLETT
Watch the blood, drip, drip, drip.

Scarlett watched as yet another tom approached her. Were they all just disgusting perverts, who couldn't get any for themselves? Honestly she was starting to think this was a bad idea if she had to live with a bunch of toms. Rolling her eyes she meowed indignantly, "What do you want?" Snorting she briskly turned her attention back to her nest, it certainly needed some work. It was if an actually bird put it together, not to mention that bird had to be whacked up on cat mint.

Bitterly she began rearranging the sticks and other materials so it was comfortable. As she was extending her body across the top of the nest to examine the other side. her forearm happened to catch the side of one of the sticks. Unfortunately for her the stick had been sharp and had caught the skin of her scar. Hissing in pain she launched backwards, away from the nest. Blood bubbled from the would, "Mouse-dung." she spat.

This was fantastic. This was great, here she sat in a carnivorous den. Surrounded by power hungry toms, while blood gurgled from leg. Casting everyone a scathing glare, she dared them not to speak. Unluckily for her, she knew that wouldn't be the case.

Snake
The darkness in your mind

snake decided to stay quiet at the she-cat's question as Sharpclaw came over. he could feel a sense of uneasyness coming off the other tom and took a quick glance at him. He wondered it the tom was thinking about leaving, or regret ever joining. Snake himself was starting to have doubts about The Hunter. He did seem to be distracted easily.
He turned his gaze back on the she-cat as she let out a hiss of pain. He watched as the blood slowly rolled down her leg but then looked again at the she-cat.
"Would you like me to get some cobweb for your leg. I'm sure that will stop the wound from bleeding more." he mewed his voice never showing worry or compassion. He like it better when he showed no emotion...it showed no weakness that way.

Sharpclaw
A living mistake

Sharpclaw narrowed his eyes. Her first impression was...quite out of the ordinary. He wasn't expecting a warm reply, but he wasn't expecting such a sharp reply, either. It seemed this she-cat was just as blood-thirsty as the rest due to her attitude. But he didn't feel that kind of vibe from her like the rest...It made him feel a little warmer toward her than the rest. But he ignored it, knowing he was probably wrong.

From his observations, Snake seemed to like this newcomer. He didn't know why, for she sure had a bad temper, but he didn't know much about the tom, either. He had no idea what he liked, or even a detailed description on his personality. But he didn't see him to be so kindly, especially to a stranger.

"Whether she likes it or not, she needs cobweb anyway." Sharpclaw commented, examining Scarlett's wounded limb. "We wouldn't want our new comrade to be drenched in her own blood, would we?" Before any response could pierce the air, he bounded off, not willing to hear any protests or lectures from Scarlett, or Snake.

Sharpclaw reappeared shortly after with a bundle of cobweb in his mouth, nearing Scarlett with a cautious eye. "Be still," Sharpclaw ordered, wrapping the cobweb around the open wound. "Unless you want to sleep in your own blood tonight." He knew he was being a bit harsh, but he needed this cat to cooperate with him.

Not only that, but he wanted to belong here. All of these cats are hostile and harsh. Sharpclaw showed seriousness, but to them he was too soft. He had to act more tougher if he was going to survive here.

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