//:A[Thief]//:Among[Us]//:

[S t o r m]

Click, click, click.
Four paws hit the pavement, their claws making a barely audible sound. Whispery breaths could be heard as he made his way down the Avenue. Heaving a yawn, he stopped, the rhythmic clicking halting as well.
Amandus smiled lightly to himself around his 'acquired items' before rolling back onto his haunches. He dropped the stuff and licked one paw before wiping it across his forehead, smoothing his ruffled fur.
His silvery blue eyes glinted with amusement and victory at his catch. He bent down a little, nosing the strange, orange fish. Twolegs kept them as pets, and he had hit the jackpot.
A huge clear box full of water had been propped up in a Twoleg den. And it had been full of these strange fish. Silently, he had scooped one by one of the fish out before eating them. Now his stomach was full like it had never been before, and for the first time ever he wondered if he could eat the rest of his steal.
Yes, steal. He was a casual theif around Twoleg parts. Most of the time no one ever caught him, but, once in a blue moon, someone would hear or smell him. Kittypets were pretty easy to deal with so no biggie, but that made it hard to get double catches from the same Twoleg den, and he was pretty sure he had hit all the dens in kittypet territory.
"Didn't get caught this time," he murmured to himself then bent down and enjoyed fully his evening's work.

[ExoticSilver77]

Perching on the end of a white picket fence, I tried to steady myself as a powerful gust of wind blew across the sky. Yes, it was finnally leaffall. I always loved to admire the different colors of the leaves during leaffall. Maybe even I'd even get a chance to go back to Molly's Field. Silent Forest would become beautful in a few moons.

Tallen's dull brown eys are half-closed as he felt the wind brush his fur the opposite way. His black rag-jacket flapped with the small breezes, and the whitish cat had to reposition his tail a couple times before he decided to dig his claws into the wood to keep from falling off.

[S t o r m]

Licking his chops, Amandus swallowed his fish quickly then backed away. He shook his pelt, and clumps of dirt and grass flew off, floating to the ground slowly.
Just then, a light breeze swept across the sidewalk he was on and pushed his fur to the side. Now he had a blown look, one side of his pelt flattened by the wind while the other puffed out from where the breeze had blown it.
Stifling an irritated hiss, he began to smooth out the fur then froze. He scented the air, and his breath stuck in his throat. He knew this scent... Well, at least the tang. The Junkyard cats.
Amandus straightened up, his messed up fur already looking better. From his peripheral vision, he saw nothing, but he knew someone was out there.
"Hello?" he asked coolly, bringing up a paw and unsheathing it. Light glinted off his black weapons and made them look quite fearsome, though his voice didn't come out threatening at all.

[ExoticSilver77]

I heard a soft voice meow through the whispers of the wind. My ears swivled around, but I finnally decided it was nothing. Facing down, I hopped off the fence to the lush green ground that was chilled with mid afternoon dewdrops. It wasn't quite so windy down here, so I shook my fur back into place, and turned my head to left to spot another cat staring up at me.

The whitish cat stood there for a moment, a black expression on his face. A skinny tail lashed back and forth, and Tallen's dull brown eyes blinked. After a while, he thought he might've looked stupid just standing there. Maybe this cat was like Silentstep? There was only one way to find out. "Hi.. I'm Tallen. Do you live around here?"

[S t o r m]

Amandus's neck fur prickled wildly when he spotted the other tom, his silvery blue eyes automatically narrowing. He could feel a hiss crawling up his throat as he placed his unsheathed claw back on the ground. Amandus didn't bother to sheath it; he might need it soon.
"Hi.. I'm Tallen. Do you live around here?" asked the cat. Amandus gave a face of disbelief. Wasn't this a Junkyard cat? Shouldn't he be attacking him right now?
Amandus shoved these questions away and decided the play it smooth. He lurched upward so that he was on all four paws and swept another paw over his forehead, paranoid about the fur getting ruffled.
"Maybe," he told the cat wistfully, blinking his eyes. "Maybe not."
Amandus looked up and thought before leveling his gaze with 'Tallen'. He shrugged the tiniest bit, seeing no reason why he shouldn't reveal his name. Most kittypets around him already knew him, anyhow. "But... I'm Amandus."

[ExoticSilver77]

"Oh, Amandus... thats cool." Tallen replied calmly. His spiked
collar iched terribly and the back leg reached up to pull it a ways down his yellow neck.
This cat seemed reluctant to talk; his name seemed different from those of what
Silentstep told him. Maybe Amandus is like Molly, Tallen thought to himself.
Molly didn't want to talk either... the whitish tom observed.

[S t o r m]

Amandus raised a brow. So, this cat wasn't going to tell him anything else? How wonderfully intriguing. Amandus wondered who this cat was. What orientation did he have with the Junkyard? Was he a Jacob Select? Oh, how he hated them. So very territorial. Was this cat going to fight him? Amandus didn't like fighting. He thought it would be better to solve problems peacefully. That's why his parents had exiled him... Amandus winced at that thought. His parents were a touchy subject, even when he was the one talking or thinking about them.
"Am I allowed to know why you're talking to me? Or is that confidential?" he asked, giving a quick grin. Better act tough, maybe the cat will just walk away, and we won't have to fight, he thought, slightly puffing out his shoulders to make them broader. This, of course, made him look as silly as a mouse without a tail. He sighed and slumped his shoulders back before lifting his paw again and licking it. He swiped it over his forehead, again.
"You look a little dirty," Amandus observed after a minute. "Why do you look like that?"
Amandus had always made sure he looked good. Even as a thief, he preferred making sure his pelt was glossy and handsome. This was part of the reason his parents had thought him to be weird. A peace-loving, clean tom, they had scoffed at him. Amandus winced again. This time a bit more noticeable then the last.