(Open.) x0x0 -NaMe Me SaTiSfAcTiOn- x0x0

[stormcloud]

Call me A stray.
A Mutt.
A worthless piece of Isolation.
Don't forget ..I'm Satisfaction at it's best.

===Could It Be... Satisfaction is found at the end of a Knife?===

}The{ camp held a soft chill of silence, air still holding the frigid scents of stale scents. Each scent like a storm cloud hanging over the small packed den to cling to the nostrils of one lost feline. Stone cold gray hues shifted from the blanket of darkness, a shadow of dawn sparkling along the pupils to tint them in morning glory. A flicker of movement occured swift, unannounced, but none the less completed in the flick of a mouse's tail. Standing on all fours or rather perched on her paws, her chest puffed out as her head dipped to give the pelt a tender layer of licks, several small hairs still standing despite her efforts of course. The feline let out a soft sigh/growl; she was feeling the remnants of pain in her right hip. Morning's frost had not helped in easing away the pain but rather intensifying it instead. Stormcloud shook her head left to right in an attempt to shake off the sting of pain before setting in a small quick step over the slumbering warriors around her. She was surrounded. A stray in truth, only have been in Thunderclan for a day, she'd slept and now was in her own mind, {'Captured.'}

}Finally{ making it toward the entrance, her breath hitched in her throat her tail swaying with a soft purr of pride. Little did Stormcloud notice the white ringed tip of her elegant graced tail swept across a sleeping tom's nose. A soft grumble rung out to ill nerved ears, Stormcloud nearly leapt from her sliver dabbled pelt at such a sound. The she-cat was quick to trot from the den into the main clearing, her breath coming in a soft curse of annoyance as she trotted to and fro nervously. She had no where else to go..nowhere to call home anymore. And if she left in her current shape her fortunes could not be accounted {for.}

}Mumbling{ softly, Stormcloud circled the fresh-kill pile frost clung to the lifeless forms. Stormcloud's stomach rolled in protest but her mind was snapping back in ill contempt. "...Agree with me for once will you stomach." She growled the words in a soft annoyed tone, as her tail whipped into the air kicking back several pieces of twig and dirt combined. With a soft sigh Stormcloud dropped to her haunches, tilting her head into her paw as she stared at the distant froze-kill pile with a soft hiss. "...Thunderclan..and Stormcloud..are one?....-Pause- Impossible." Tucking one paw over her haunting sliver gaze, she awaited the disturbance of a awakening {clan..}

[target]

A slicing of his nose, four claws stretched out and grappled him. His haunches wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried. His bright green eyes widened in fear before -

He woke up, his nose tickling still from the faint feeling of a feather. He felt like sneezing but as he looked around he saw the mottled bodies of the few sullen, sleeping, warriors around him. 'Lazy bunches,' he thought, knowing full well that if he hadn't felt that weird sensation, he too would be asleep. 'Though, I suppose, they usually think that of me."
He was quite used to the idea that he rarely woke until another cat woke him. He usually slept until the sun was high in the sky, and half the day had already passed. The lazy fool was nothing more then a strong, aggressive looking tom and was instead a laid back sissy.

He decided to scare a few of his fellow clan mates and be awake before them. As he stepped out of the den his dappled Bengal pelt dimmed and seemed almost a dull grey color when normally it seemed like a flame. He shook, still dreary, and gazed at himself through a tiny puddle of water. "Boy, no wonder I like days better, I look like a boring old tom in the morning."
The sky was too dull for his liking, a bit of a grey hue from the clouds of a storm passing, and much to much of a lack of sun for his taste.
He sniffed and shook his pelt, the white fluff at the bottom stained green from his moss bed and his left side matted and flattened against his body. He let out a rather loud yawn and a stretch of his abnormally long body before, with a flick of his tail, he thought about food.

True, it was probably one of the only things he did, eat and sleep, but he took pride in the fact that he was, at least, loyal to his clan. And yes, he did love kits and talking to apprentices, making up stories like a foolish elder and then running around playing "Catch the ShadowClanner" like a dim whited apprentice. Licking his lips at the smell of fresh kill, he was to lazy to peal back his eyes and look at the form in front of him.
He stopped short of the feline, about an inch away from knocking the wind out of himself and stumbling into her like a babbling buffoon.

Blinking he opened his mouth to say sorry but something about her stroked him as strange. Why, he'd not seen this she-cat, and by the way she sat there nonchalantly he figured she had to be of his clan. He took a breath and could smell ThunderClan but also a mixed assortment of scents. Who was she? He shook his head.
"Sorry," he mewed
"I'm not exactly a striking implement of grace," he gave a cheesy grin
Noticing that she hadn't a piece of prey he shifted his way over and pulled out a vole that was fairly decent, but much to much for him to eat in the early morning.
Slowly he trotted back to her and dropped it a few inches from his paws.
'While I'm not exactly a fan of new cats, there seems no harm- besides, what did she ever do to us?' He thought smiling once more.
"I'm not going to avoid the subject, while at the same time, I'm not going to be a jerk about it. My name is Tundrafir, yours?"
As he spoke he nudged the prey toward her.
"Figured you might be hungry, want to share?" he asked hoping, no praying that she would. He did, after all, want to be nice that's just the way he was.

Curiously he turned his head. Her pelt was shining, her frame slender like his own, but her pelt seemed sleek and her muscles built more like a swimmer, power to the legs, then a climber with power in the chest. Though, this Bengal cat surely didn't seem at all like a ThunderClan cat himself, he was of ThunderClan, though his mother not, and yet he himself had to learn from his apprentice how to climb. Even then, he hated it. His body was long, and tall, his face narrow, his pelt though a fiery color was thin and sleek, this was not a pure ThunderClan bloodline. He lay down a couple of feet in front of her, giving her space, but not seeming awkwardly distant (or so he hoped anyway)