A Mission To Find Food (Paper Towel And Family)

[Dragon]

Ceder left the abandoned twoleg den that she and the group of rogues and come to call their new home. She wasn't needed to scout this morning so instead she decided to go out and do some hunting. She was hungry and hadn't eaten since the day before. She was lucky if she got a meal a day there were times when she had to go a day or two with almost nothing to eat. Everyone in their group was thin but Ceder hoped to catch enough rats or find some edible food left over by twolegs to take back to her family for the rogues were her family. 

She ran along the roof of one of the twoleg town houses and headed down town to where there were places twolegs went to eat. The trash bins in the alleys there were usually always over flowing with food which attracted mice, and rats. But it also attracted raccoons and other cats not from her group. As she reached the restaurants she stopped and scouted out the area for any danger. There were lots of twolegs on the streets and monsters would often fly by. But there were no twolegs in the alley were the trash bins were. She scented the air but she was to far away to scent anything but the city. Ceder began her journey down the building and once she was on the ground she began to slink through the streets keeping all her senses alert for danger or prey. When reaching the desired alley she opened her mouth and scented the air, trash, nothing but trash and rats. She angled her ears trying to find the source of the rats scent. She hears a squeak coming from the bin and quickly but quietly darted over to it and crouched in waiting. When the rat peeked it's head out she leaped and crabbed it around it's neck. It's tiny claws scrabbled at her neck and it tried to bite her but she quickly killed it before it could do any serious injury to her. Ceder licked her paw and ran it over the scratch the rat made. "Well that's done lets see what else I can find." She whispered to herself then turned and leaped at the metal bin knocking it over making a loud bang. She froze and wait but when no one came she placed the rat by it's entrance then began scavenging for anything else to take back. The stink of the trash blocked every other scent out.

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In that same alleyway, there was a hungry young alley cat, sniffing around for his next meal. He haphazardly dug through the piles of old food wrappers and drink cans, hoping that he could turn up something delicious for himself and his siblings. 
"C'mon, there gotta be somethin good."
He was muttering to himself as he sifted through everything. This was daily routine for the twitchy young tomcat and his other possum-looking siblings. They would all do their best to find something decent, and hope to hit jackpot. 
CRASH!!!
The thick-furred tomcat leaped into the air, fur sticking up like he had been struck by lightning. 
"WHATWASDAT?!" He yowled, voice amplified by the can he was hiding in.
Whatever it was, it would surely be able to hear his scream. 
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[Dragon]

Ceder was digging through the foul smelling trash her nose wrinkled ind disgust. There where peels from some kind of yellow thing but when she took a bite she spit it out for it tasted foul. She hoped she found something to take back besides the rat or she would consider her mission a complete failure. She lifted her right paw to throw some trash out behind her when she heard loud yowl as they screamed whawasdat. She was caught by surprise and her head shot up knocking against the side of the bin. "ouch," she hissed and backed up out of the bin and looked around. "Who's there, show yourself." She yowled loudly trying to sound threatening even though she knew she couldn't fight to save her life. But she could run and climb. Ceder stepped over her rat protectively and glanced around the alley her fur sticking up making her look bigger then she was mainly out of fear but she did her best to hide it. "I'm warning you I know how to fight," she lied. Ceder opened her mouth and scented the air. She thought she could smell cat but it was hard to scent anything over the smell of trash.

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Paper Towel crept forward, sticking his head out of the bin. His large eyes were still wide from shock, and his fur was puffed up, making him look like a dirty cotton ball. 
"Who's there, show yourself."
His ears perked at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and curiosity moved him to obey, stepping into the field of vision of whomever had called out. To his immense relief, he beheld a young she-cat who looked to be about his age. 
"Oh, Hello!" he said, immediately relaxing. "You gave me quite the spookin!"
He padded straight up to the she-cat, despite her warning of being able to fight. The light colored tom knew very well that if it really came to that, his siblings would back him up. It would not have surprised him in one bit if they were already on their way after hearing his distress call. 
"You sure are pretty."
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[Dragon]

Ceder remained crouched scanning for the one who had crawled out. Eventually she spotted a set of ears peeking out of another trash bin. She lifted her paw ready to take a step closer. Finally the cat came all the way out and she was surprised to see it was a young tom around her age which made her relax some knowing they most likely weren't of any danger to her. She tilted her head for some reason he looked weird and smelled weirder. She gave her head a shake and blinked blue and purple eyes at him. "Well frightened me something awful when you yowled like that." She pushed her rat away from the tom as he padded closer to her. She was taken aback when he said she was pretty. If she could she would have blushed just then. "Well, um thank you... I guess." She looked down at the ground nervously. Why would he say that? Should she introduce herself? She blinked then gave a shrug, why not. "I'm Ceder from the group of rogues. I am a hunter and a scout for them who are you? You better try not to steal my kill." She added that last bit at the last second to try and appear threatening.

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[mewmehh]

The dusty grey form of Cardboard Box had been rooting around in the trash cans the next street over, much to her chagrin, in the hopes of fishing up some food. Being downtown really didn't sketch her out as much as it used to, having been here a few times for similar reasons, but it still made her unease. Especially when her siblings had to split up to cover the larger ground; her usual home at the station was a small, safer space enclosed by a strong rocky exterior, a stone den full of metallic tracks. It was safe, but not always heavy with food. The screeching of the path's tracks were enough to scare away most things besides the biggest of rats, and for cats their size, those were off the menu. Instead, her littermates focused more on the trash cans littering the place, but those didn't always offer food.

Alas, their little possum posse had to make the occasion trek to the Twolegplace to find their feast. And that always offered with it a little side of anxiety for Box. After all, there were rogues here.

"PT, you alright?!" she called over her shoulder, the fur down her spine standing up like spines as she heard a bit of a clamor. She had always been a skittish, jumpy one, but with Paper Towel specifically, she worried. After all, it hadn't been all too long ago that he had found himself trapped in a trash can, all the way on the opposite side of town. That time, Box had convulsed in a fit so strong, she frothed from the mouth in words and practically had a stroke. It wasn't until they had tracked him down that she had settled enough to come to her senses, and all the while, Box had dehydrated herself from her foaming.

Thus, it sufficed to say that she worried for her brother. And the sounds of tumbling trash cans didn't always mean food had been found. Giving up her search due to her frantic thoughts, Cardboard Box scrambled up the side of the metalic bin and hopped onto the rickety wooden fence that separated the two, her blue-grey eyes pinned to her brother. In an instant, her pelt was a bush and her blood ran cold.

"I'm Cedar from the group of rogues. I am a hunter and a scout for them who are you? You better try not to steal my kill."

And there she went, frothing like a fanatic. With little foamy bubbles springing from her lips, Box hopped from her perch, landing with a sort of frantic grace in front of her brother, effectively making herself a buffer. She spat at Cedar like a fox in a fit, but her wide eyes showed great paranoia. Clearly, this cat was a bit unstable in her own right.

"L-leave my b-b-brother alone, you h-hussy! How do we know you w-won't give him worms!!" she screeched with a trembling voice. And at her own words, Box too stepped a few wobbly paces back to practically sat on top of her brother like a mother hen.

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Debris's small ears pricked as she heard her brother's yowl. She stood up straight and tried to figure out which direction it had come from. He was... in the same area... somewhere. The young she-cat scrambled up onto a ledge and called, "What was what?"

When she got no reply, worry prickled her ticked brown fur. He's probably not in danger, she thought optimistically, he probably just fell and scared himself. The she-cat took several wrong turns before finally reaching where Paper Towel was. Her tail stuck out behind her in alarm as she skidded around the corner. What's going on here? What's up with Box?

Something here didn't smell like trash! Her eyes landed on Ceder. Ohhh. Debris looked from her sister to her brother, to the stranger, then back to her littermates. It was at this point Debris realized her paws were no longer moving and rushed up to Box and PT. Pressing against both of them like a berry in a bunch, she tilted her head.

"What's all the screeching for?" she asked confusedly.
The messy-furred she-cat took a heartbeat to check them all over. Nobody looked hurt. Running back over the words she'd heard Box say as she flung herself toward them all, Debris's confusion only deepened. "You don't have any worms with you, do you?" she politely questioned Ceder.

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[LupTacco]

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Her head popping up from a pile of trash, the grey-toned she-cat yawned, but didn't waste any time stumbling to her paws without even pausing to shake the scraps away. Although prone to yowling over near-nothing, what kind of family would they be if they strayed out of earshot? Snippet half-jumped half-scrambled on top of a stone wall, finding most of her siblings already there to see what was bothering Paper Towel this time. Her nose full of coffee grounds and wax, she had to sneeze before she smelled and then really saw the rogue. Immediately, her spine prickled. "Oy! Ya can't have the silver things I got dibs on alla those," Snippet leapt down to stand beside her brother, making a crinkling sound as the candy wrapper stuck to her tail fluttered. "Oh, ya can't have my fam either," she added with a protective nod to PT specifically. It took a great deal of self control she felt she ought to be rewarded for not to ask if the stranher in fact had edible worms like the ones that wiggled around in the damp soil every morning, or the slow fat ones that she sometimes found in dumpster meat. 

[Dragon]

Ceder crouched protectively over the rat with her fur spiked up to make herself look bigger. She watched and waited for this strange tom to reply. But then another cat called out and asked if he was ok. P.T. she said was that this toms name? She took a step back as the owner of the voice made an appearance. The she-cat began to foam at the mouth and darted towards her brother. Did this feline have rabies or something? "I want nothing to do with your brother you rabies infected piece of trash," she spat. 

Where was her family? Where were the rogues when you needed them? She could use some help. But even if they were here they would probably tell her to take care of herself. She slid her claws out prepared to fight if she had to but if anything she would most likely grab the rat and run. She was terrified they could easily rip her to shreds. As she thought that yet another cat came. How many siblings did this tom have? This one seemed to be calmer then the one with the foaming mouth disease. "Nothing is going on. And no I don't have worms." This third cat had very messy hair, didn't these cat's know how to take care of themselves?

Ceder was distracted by a fourth cat yelling at her that she couldn't have the silver things because they had dibs. "What in Starclan are you talking about? What silver things?" Wait what was Starclan? Why had she said that? She shook her head, it sounded familiar but she didn't know why. "I don't want your family and I have no idea what silver things you're talking about. I just want to find some food for me and the other rogues. And you can't have my rat because it's mine. I killed it.." There was four of them she wouldn't stand a chance even if she could fight which she couldn't.

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Box had settled a bit as more of her kinmates arrived, the frothing at her lips beginning to subside. However, her spine still stood up in thin prickles at Ceder's company. What was that? Food? A rat? Grey-blue eyes widened as her nose wrinkled in disgust. "You're going to eat that?! A r-r-rat?! But don't you know how disease-ridden THEY ARE?!" Box huffed and swept her tail at Ceder disapprovingly, moving into a haughty pace as she fell into her usual lecturing tone.

Trotting back and forth in front of the other she-cat, Box continued with a motherly tongue,"Anything that could infect you with a bite ought not to be eaten as food? Think of what you're taking into your body! Better would be a nip of fish bones or bit of old ground cow flesh and leaves. Oh- but make sure you eat around the red stuff! Ol' Sammy ate one of those and died- saw it myself a pawful of moons ago myself! Yes, eat around that, but don't miss the yellow stuff." She stuck her face in Ceder's with a warm, beaming expression. Clearly, she seemed to have forgotten the fact that this cat wasn't one of her kinmates. "The yellow bits are the best- milky, yet solid and very, very tasty!"