//Shattered claws leave great scars.

[eccentricbirdie]

The newly rogue cat had just crossed into Shadowclan territory, a great snarl on his face. He knew he would need help, he was sure of it. Where would be a better place to start?

His dark coat was full of sticks and mud. He had just stopped caring about cleaning himself, anymore. There was no point. His claws were cracked and split from lack of care, the pain from them leaving him with more anger.

He could hear the rushing of Thunderpath behind him as he continued into the territory. He could smell a dirty scent; it was a dead rat. It looked as if it had been attacked by a bird, then dropped and let to rot. He felt his stomach grumble; it was time to eat.

Not caring about the consequences, he bit down on the carcass, crunching through bones for his first meal since he left.

[little]

Dreamkit looked at the rouge eating ShadowClan prey. She had to tell someone about this cat eat and being on their territory. Slowly Dreamkit trotted up closer to this cat. He looked like he had just gotten out of a mud puddle and slid down a hill. Dreamkit could fatly smell a faded smell of fish. She knew at once that this cat was from RiverClan. Dreamkit turned her head to a side, why would he be here. She knew that she wasn't suppose to be here to but she just had to get out the with the talking about the Dead Plains or Crowstar. Dreamkit stepped forward only to step on a twig. It made a crack sound, she knew that she was heard by the cat but maybe this cat could only smell the prey. Dreamkit stayed in her place waiting for what the cat would do.