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Any part of the city and alleyways surrounding the camp.

A she-cat of medium build silently padded up to the first scent markers on the edge of the Phoenix Rogues territory. Her uncanny violet eyes gazed into the deep alleyway. Yes, this is it. "Insanity, Rose, Slate," the calico female called softly, keeping her eyes focused ahead.

A fluffy white tom joined the she-cat, tensing slightly when he scented the markers. "This is them, right, Mirage?" he asked, washed-out amber eyes scanning anxiously. He was over a mouselength taller, but despite his seemingly large size he was rather thin under his thick pelt.

A small she-cat with a pretty, creamy pelt slipped towards the others. Her tail flicked and her stance was wary, but her pale green eyes gleamed with anticipation. "I sure hope so," she murmured, flicking her ears.

A dark gray tom followed after the younger she-cat. He roughly pushed his way between her and the white tom, his longer fur, bristling with eagerness. An ambitious light was glowing. A new chance...a new start. He looked at Mirage. "Well?" Slate demanded. "What are we waiting for?"

Mirage sent a faintly disgusted look in Slate's direction, lips delicately curled up to reveal her sharp, white teeth. "What, is your brain made of mousedung or something? If you want, go barreling through their territory to their camp alone." With those words she gave and angry flick of her tail and slinked down the dark alley, careful to move silently and carefully in the case that she may be attacked.

Insanity blinked, then rolled his eyes. Though he hadn't been with her for long, even he could tell that Mirage would slaughter any cat that dared challenge her, especially one so much younger than her. The battle-scarred tom followed the calico, calling back in a soft voice, "You be careful, Slate. I wouldn't get on her nerves."

Slate's fur bristled, but a fight with this Mirage cat wouldn't end well for him. He glared two burning amber orbs at Insanity. "Why don't you mind your own business, coward!" he snapped under his breath as Insanity moved foreward.

Rose gave an apologetic look to her brother before moving upwards towards Mirage. She made her way up beside her, making sure her pawsteps were silent. "Do you think they'll make themselves known? They might try an ambush..." she murmured, her eyes scanning the area around, searching the shadows for any movement.

The she-cat gave Rose an appreciative glance with her violet eyes, grateful that there was at least one other cat with brains around here. "I doubt they'd try to attack us so soon," Mirage spoke softly and deliberately, every word thought through carefully, "We do have four cats in our party, and with Insanity we would be a threat to anyone." She smiled slightly as she thought of how she met Insanity. Sure, he may seem all gentle, but when you set him off... "And your brother may be stupid, but he's not badly built. Plus," she gestured with her nose, "Notice that  I chose the most empty alley to walk through. There is almost no smell of any prey, and it isn't as trash and Twoleg infested as general city cat haunts." The cat enjoyed teaching someone else, passing on her knowledge to another.

Rose nodded, listening to Mirage. Despite her words, Rose still kept her guard up out of habit. "So we stay on the down low and make our way to them, rather than bring them to us." she murmured, half to herself. "So do you know what these cats are known for?" she asked. "Like, are they strategists, phsical fighters, agile and quick, or a well-rounded group? I've heard only rumors of these three... Demons," she murmured. These so-called Demons were what lured her here in the first place.

Slate let out a low growl as he stalked next to Insanity. "This is foolish. Are we fighters or mice? Skulking through the shadows like rats...." Slate lashed his tail, sending up a cloud of dust as he did so. "How will these cats know of our strength is we're sneaking around?" he grumbled.

Mirage thought for a second, then answered, "I've been researching the Phoenix Rogues for a while now, and I've heard that they are very well rounded. I've heard many cats speak of Necromancer, the brains of the group, and Devileyes, the cold-blooded murder who would rather kill you then look at you. Then there is Shadowseer, the... " she frowned slightly. She actually didn't know much about him. "I'm guessing," she spoke slowly, "That he is associated with something more secretive then the others. He isn't as well known. He's almost.... Ordinary."

Insanity let out a small snort, and glanced at the much younger tom. "Well, they'll know that we have enough brains not to charge through attacking all that's in our sight. Feel free to challenge them when you get there. I heard Devileyes is always itching for a fight." He flicked his ear slightly, and added, "You might want to watch how much noise you make."

Slate raised his nose and gave a disdainful sniff. "Just because all of you guys are scared doesn't mean I have to be." The young tom felt a chill go down his spine though at the mention of Devileyes... He'd heard the rumors associated with them, and she sounded like the worst. But also the strongest. That was the one he wanted to prove himself to.

Rose flicked her ear. "Necromancer, Devileyes, and Shadowseer..." she murmured. She was very curious of this Shadowseer character, and she admired those who used their minds as well as their claws. There was no doubt ni her mind that Devileyes was a Demon for her own reason, but she was drawn more towards the secretive and intellectual of the three. Her anticipation grew, but it was kept in check by her equally growing aprehension. "I wonder what they'll look like..." she murmured. "I've heard that they're all larger than life with  fire burning in their eyes. Claws, curved like an eagle's and as big as a dog's! They have strange powers that can destroy any who stand in their way..." she said. She'd never really took those litterally, but she did believe in these cats power...

Insanity shrugged, muttering a "Suit yourself,", then paused at an alley intersection. The smell of cats grew strong, and faintly, the smell of blood. He didn't say a word, but glanced at Mirage. 

Mirage couldn't help but chuckle softly at Rose's musings, and flicked her gently with her tail. "Don't think about it too much, or they might disappoint you." She had to admit, though, she was curious. Her only worry was that they would decide she wouldn't be of any help, and they'd dispose of her. Pausing next to the others, she closed her strange eyes slightly and opened her mouth, breathing in the scent of rust and trash and, very strongly, cats. "This is it," she mewed quietly, opening her eyes, "Good luck." With that she gave a signal with her tail, and plodded on to the camp of the Phoenix Rogues.

Rose had to keep her fur from bristling in anticipation and fear, all mixing together. Raising her head and steeling herself, she followed Mirage, staying by her right flank.

Slate heard Mirage and his eyes flicked. His fur fluffed up as the smell of blood trickled to him and his claws unsheathed. His eyes seemed to glow as he sped up, joining the two she-cats in the front.

Nobody sighs as he stalks his way though the teritory, his thoughts keeping himself ocupyed "That mouse brained she-cat, doesnt she get i just need to be alone?" He tears up the grass below untill his paws are sore and tears prickle at his eyes "I-I cant stand her..... shes too kind..... like my sisters, I cant let her get hurt because of me......not again...I cant get attached, It will just hurt more..." 

Reed growled to herself as she padded across the territory, wondering what she did wrong to make this cat hate her so. All she wanted was to be able to show him that he wasn't a curse. Just bad things had happened to him. What was wrong with her? She was a killer; nothing more.

Nobody shivers and starts training. He runs up at a wall and uses it to propell himself up, attacking a small pigion on a ledge.

Reed sighs softly and scents the air, looking for at least something to bring back to the rogues so it doesn't look like she just went out for a stroll. Settling down on her haunches in a crouch, she launches herself at a mouse scurrying near by, catching 3 by the time she was done. 

Nobody catches two more pigions then pads back twords where Reed is,struggleing to carry all three pudgey birds by their wings. His nose wiggles as the feathers tickle his nose and he lets out a girly high pitched sneeze.

Reed, startled by the noise and that she didn't notice that anybody was near by, jumped into the air with her fur all puffed up. Settling down as she saw it was only Nobody, she set the mice down and glanced over at him, wondering what she was to do with him and his hate for her.

Nobody doesnt notice Reed and sets down the birds, spitting out feathers as he sneezes again "....I hope Reed doesnt hate me.....I shouldnt have snapped at her.....She reminds me too much of my sisters.....i miss them so much....."

Reed's gaze softened slightly, giving an audible sigh as she picked up her mice by the tails again. She set off to the camp, hiding her emotions as thoughts raced a mile a minute. She was going to get through to him. She would make sure of it.

Nobody sighs and picks up the birds again, running to camp as fast as possible to get them out of his face.