[ there's no turning back ] ;; you're on your own.

[Fallingstar]

A dark shadow stalked through the undergrowth, deep amber eyes hardly glowing in contrast to his body. As he stalked closer, the eyes were the only things that seemed to burn through the darkness with each pace. He began to quicken himself, but each step was lighter, softer, and definietly more confident. Finally, the bulky, well-muscled shadow became more clear, showing the sharp edged face and permanently furious glare set deep within his eyes and face. The stride was sure but quick, and finally, he leaped- just as a soft but definietly heard rustling shuddered through the grass. The now seen prey, a large, plump mouse was sent running as quick as possible through the thick, tall grass into the depths of the shadows. A deep sounding growl rumbled from the beast of a cat's throught as he sat down, hunched over furiously with his shoulders jutting up irritably.
"Fox!" an exceptionally frightening hiss rang through the air and a tiny, dusty she-cat emerged from the grasses with a mewl of sorry. Her head hung, whiskers drooped, tail dragging as she looked, with a pinful wince up at the tom, clawing at the soft damp soil beneath her.
"Why," he rumbled, voice painfully calm as he stared daggers at the smaller cat. "Did you move? Did I not tell you to stay still while I hunted? Did I not tell you I would feed you half of my catches if you managed to make not a sound?" As he spoke, the loud, rumbling voice grew louder and louder, fiercer and fiercer. The entire time, Fox stared at her black paws.
"I'm sorry, Jackal," came a soft, depressed mew. She knew there would be consequnces. He stood suddenly, paw swiping up to whack her chin and force her small head up. A small squeal of surprise emitted from her as Fox stared at him sadly, tail quivering.
"Do you want to go without eating again, Fox? It's been two days, shall we make it a third? If I don't get at least five pieces of prey from here before moonhigh, you get nothing." A shudder went down her back as she glanced at the sky; the moon was climbing slowly but steadily up the sky. With a dismissive tail sweep from Jackal, she darted away frightfully, knowing he was watching her, she immediately got to work. She was hungry.

OOC; They're. Uh. In some place near the dump. xD Where theres a bit of dead grass. x3 HE'LL GO BACK SOON, KAY.

[Redclaw]

Bittern's paws pounded the grass-less ground, lunging and clawing her way up the metal fence. "Ha! Stupid monsters!" she purred, acting as if she herself were a kit running away from older cats. Well...let's just say the rats of the dump weren't that bright. If they couldn't figure out how to climb a metal mesh fence. "Ha! Stupid stinky rats! You're too stupid to even climb a fence!" she spat out the taunt, the grey-furred rodents staring up at the tabby she-cat with beady, hateful black eyes. Before hurling themselves at the fence, only bouncing back when the fence let out a rattling shudder. "Stupid stinky rats!" she taunted again before leaping forward toward the grassy area. "Oh foxdung!" she hissed, tumbling and landing right on her underbelly. Standing shakily, she had just stood for a moment. Before just sprinting off, seeing faintly out of the corner of her eye the shape of Fox, who obviously was scared out of her mind. And then spotting Jackal. "Having fun picking on cats that are smaller and weaker than you? You stupid lump of fur!" she had taunted the tan tomcat, before just laughing--half-way laughing at him; and halfway just laughing to add to the taunt.

OoC//
;-; -writer's block-

[Mistystar. [Moof]]

Wandering. That was the way of Chewy's life. Wandering here, wandering there. Ever since the bad twoleg experience, he really had no home, no family, nothing. All he had was himself. Chewy longed for a companion, but every time he came across another cat, they either already had some cat accompanying them, or did not want a partner. So, Chewy just wandered. He really had no point of living, but he lived on anyways, always mumbling to himself.

There was always a glimmer of home in the tom. He endlessly waited for something to come along and... happen. But nothing ever did. Chewy didn't give much of an effort to engage in his own life, but at times he tried to make the best of it. But don't get it wrong, Chewy absolutely loved some things. He loved beautiful things in life. But sometimes looks are deceiving.

Chewy swiveled his head to and fro, studying his surroundings. His paws had ---for some odd reason--- led him to the skirts of the dump. Chewy circled around the strange twoleg metal (which he had found out as a small cat, was called a "fence"), and eventually found a small hole at the bottom. He crept under it (fitting quite easily, seeing that he hadn't eaten in who-knows how long) and popped out onto the other side.

Almost at the same moment it seemed, Chewy spotted a couple of cats. Cats! Finally. Maybe these were kind cats. He cautiously made his way over to them, staying a few tail-lengths away. They seemed to be arguing or something of that matter. He cleared his throat, so that they would notice that he was there. But he decided not to speak, until one of them said something to him first.

ooc// I'm jumping in here. :3
Sorry, if I am un-wanted. xD
I am brain-dead right now, so sorry if some of that didn't make sense, or was strange... heh.

[Broken Soul]

Snarls and hisses could be heard in the distance. Fur was flying and blood was being splattered on the floor. A black creature spat at a grey feline and lunged forward at the tom. The tom dodged the rat’s attack and quickly turned and slashed at the rat’s side. The rat let out a screech in pain and turned around. It snapped at the amber eyed cat, but he knocked it away. The two creatures circled each other and finally, the rat attacked first, jumping at the cat. The tom darted to the side and then leapt at the rat. The rat turned and lashed at his face. He hissed as he felt the rat’s claws rake his face. The rat jumped on top of the small cat’s back and scratched his back furiously. Jay yowled and he rolled over on his back, crushing the rat under him. He heard something crack and he quickly stood up. The rat tried to stand up, but it stumbled forward. Its leg was broken. Jay growled and he jumped at the rat. He pinned the black creature down and bit deeply into its neck. The rat screamed, but, the screaming soon faded away. Jay stood up and looked at the dead rat. He shook his head and he swiped the dead rat away. “Mouse brained rat.” He muttered before walking away. “Scared away my prey.” He said and glanced around. The mouse had been stalking was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t surprised. He continued to walk through the dump, wishing he was in a forest where he could hunt instead of fighting rats almost every day and eating twoleg food scraps. Yet, ever since he was banished from BrokenClan, he hadn’t been near any of the other clans or their territories. Though a rouge, Jay still believed in StarClan and hoped one day, when his time comes, he would be accepted into the ranks of his ancestors. He just knew that his brother was up there, watching over him. Jay had thought about joining one of the other clans, but, why would they want a murder to join their clan, even though he wasn’t one. He was sure that Vilestar must have told the other clans that he was banished for the murder of his no good father. Jay didn’t kill his father. His father killed himself so the clan would not have found out that he killed his son, Littlepaw, Jay’s brother. Jay came to the dump where he would be able to live alone until he died. Yet, sometimes, though he normally kept to himself, he did get lonely.