Hiding the Evidence [Open]

[Sweetpaw]

Roxy carefully dragged the disheveled bag further into the junkyard. She had heard this place would be relatively abandoned at night, and so far she had not been disappointed. If her dear two-leg found out what she was up to, the torture she was put through everyday would only escalate tenfold.
The brown-and-cream tabby froze as the sound of paw steps reached her fluffy ears, and she turned (bag still hanging from her mouth) to face whatever had made the noise. However the sudden movement caused some of her hidden contents to protrude through a ripped opening in the bag, and she flicked her ears back, ready to face the intruder and their potential judgement as a broken chunk of a laser pointer clattered to the ground.

[Vixenleap]

Vixen stared at the she-cat, then at the chuck of the laser pointer. "Who are are you and what's that?" She mewed, flicking her tail at the laser pointer.

[Sweetpaw]

“Mhf Mnfmh,” mumbled Roxy, blinking her eyes in frustration as the cloth hanging from her mouth muffled her words. Sighing under her breath, she dropped the bag softly to the ground, before responding more audibly, “I’m Roxy: or you could call me Poprox, or Ro, or Rox-- doesn’t really matter much to me,” she said, begging to relax, not seeing any hostility emanating from the other cat. “Oh, and these,” the tabby gestured to the bag, her amber eyes narrowing as they rested upon the spilt metal contents, “these are the shattered remains of one of the most vile and contemptuous housefolk-made products that have ever been thrust into the waking world; they’re creation was made solely to torment me, and leave me in fits of pique as I wonder what insolent creature would think up suck a horrid device,” she ranted.

[Vixenleap]

"Sounds evil, I'm vixen by the way, I haven't seen you around before, are you deathclan?" Vixen said excitedly.  She then sniffed the air, She doesn't smell like it. The deathclan she-cat thought.

[Sweetpaw]

“Nope, but I’m guessing you are,” Rox stated, curiosity and excitement glinting in her amber eyes at the prospect. She was deeply intrigued with the clans as of late— enough to venture out of her two-leg’s apartment and ask around about them. That’s how she had found this place; which is what led to her current predicament. After a faithful accident involving the laser pointers she was now harboring (all three of which were whole in the beginning) she found the junkyard a more-than-convient place to dump the treacherous remains.

[Vixenleap]

Vixen hissed, "I am no more, for I intend to join a real clan." Vixens eyes flickered as a flashback popped into her head, the border battle, the murder, the scar.  'Please  don't ask about my scar please don't ask about my scar'  she thought while trying to cover her huge scar on her face.

[Sweetpaw]

“Really?!” Roxanne squealed, her short bobtail swishing side-to-side in an exited manner as she bounced on her heels, momentarily forgetting the bag of demolished laser pointers, “that’s so awesome~ I sorta want to be part of a clan as well, but I dunno how open they’d be to letting a housecat join their ranks…” the tabby’s voice faded, her exited amber eyes catching on her companions scar. “Woah…” she said, her eyes stretching wide as they lingered on the wound, “is that real? Did you get it in a battle?! It’s so bada—“ Rox stopped herself, embarrassedly flicking her, realizing it might be a sensitive subject for the other cat.

[Vixenleap]

Vixen sighed, "Yes, its real, and I got it from a treeclan warrior." She had remembered the golden she-cat that gave her the scar, it would always be a scar full of her memories from deathclan. "Would you like to hear the story, I'd like to get the secrets of the battle get of my shoulders," she mewed to Roxanne.

[Sweetpaw]

“Of course I would!” Rox said, padding closer to the other she-cat and taking a seat, her nubby tail thumping softly against the ground as she gazed at Vixen expectantly. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone who’s been a real battle before,” she mumbled under her breath, smiling lightly as she waited for the other cat to tell her tale.

[Vixenleap]

"Well, I was on this patrol with two other deathclanners, eli and holly. We all ran into this treeclan patrol, we got into a fight." Vixen mewed slowly, she flicked her tail at her scar. "The cat I was fighting gave me this scar, I was lucky she didn't claw my eye out." She stared at Roxanne, waiting for a reply.

[Sweetpaw]

Roxanne blink, “Well… that doesn’t sound too awesome of them,” she said, shaking her head. The tabby held back from making a playful joke, I don’t think it’d be all that appreciated, she thought, its not the right sort of subject, I would guess.

[Vixenleap]

"Well, we were fighting over the border, so that's why," vixen sighed as she got to the sad part, "Holly was fighting a warrior named sageleaf, and... holly killed her, I felt like a total bad guy, so I vowed to honor sageleafs memory." She mewed with sadness. She stared at Roxanne again, "You know how?"

[Sweetpaw]

Roxanne tipped her head to side, “How?” she asked. Man, these DeathClan cat’s sound pretty harsh, the tabby thought. She had heard a few rumors about DeathClan, but —in truth— she hadn’t really believed that they would actually kill anyone.