Shadows of the Streets [Scrap]

"Rake?" Came the call, almost too close for comfort. "Did you get your head trapped in something again?" Scrap slid out from the darkness she so loved to stand near her brother and look him over to make sure that this was not the case. "Or is my timing just that great?" She asked, tail flicking slightly.

Of course, it didn't take a great sense of timing to know that it was about time for her to get back. A pity- the clouds, while they promised rain, made her job all that easier. Oh well. She'd deal with it. After all, it was a bad idea to leave Rake alone. Scrap had decided that a long time ago, and she was adamant on keeping up with her policy of not letting her occasionally stupid brother spend too much time all on his lonesome.

Scrap licked her brother's cheek quickly, somehow managing to look perpetually amused. "Anything you have to report today, oh brother dear? What's new in the rough and tumble world?" She asked the question innocently, as if she had no idea of the happenings of the outside world. Just a naive little lady cat here, folks! It was always fun to pretend, at least.

Not even trying to fight down her laughter, the feline approached her sibling, reaching out to gently bump his face with her muzzle. "If it happened once, it can happen again." Scrap warned, trying her best to act wise. That attempt was thwarted by her snort. "Eat them? And then where would we be? With those Clans running everywhere and no where to sleep? The Uprights make these places, you know." It was amazing how things that seemed to be so dumb could do something so...huge. "Creepy?" She sounded horribly offended as she batted back, walking a few paces away before sitting. "That's how I'm still alive, thank you very much."

Scrap stretched a bit at the news report, a gentle, brief purr escaping. "Of course I know. That's my job." She focused on grooming one of her paws as her brother began to speak, the motion slowing slightly as he spoke of the cats in the forests. "I should make more time to be there, I suppose." The shecat mused, staring down at her paw for a moment. "No fighting means there could be plans to fight. If not, I can at least look around." Those silly cats were no match for a woman of the streets.

Once Rake looked up, she did as well, whiskers twitching as she rose. "Eventually, yes. I'd be surprised if it didn't." While it wasn't pleasant to go out in, the puddles at least meant there was something moderately clean to drink. Hopefully. At the claim that the alley was gross, she gave a long, labored sigh, even though she didn't exactly relish the thought of sleeping in it. "Maybe we should find a nice Upright that can take you in if its too gross for you." Rake got a gentle smack with her tail, though she was soon heading towards the exit of the alley.

"Oh, more of the usual." Was her reply to the question as she looked around, sniffing gently. "One gang is planning to do something to the other, make a move on territory, the usual. I should be able to get a bit for it." They needed food desperately; she hoped that the target gang hadn't already figured things out. That'd be terrible.

"I don't suppose you know if those forest cats need some help with espionage, do you?" Rake was more interested in them than she was. Well, more personally interested in them. She cared for business reasons. Rake cared for...she wasn't quite sure what reasons. Strange Rake reasons, probably.

"Throwing up, more likely. Uprights look disgusting. They must taste awful." She sounded terribly distressed at this, though that was gone quickly in favor of listening to her brother's plans. "Perhaps if you hit your head on them enough they'll break." Scrap suggested, looking around out of habit. There were always things waiting to come after you, after all. It never hurt to pay attention.

She stood still and stretched her limbs out so as to put on the proudest stance possible when told she was the creepiest. "It's a talent I have. Very useful, you know." But then she was back to her more skulking, reserved posture with her muscles a bit tense and whiskers twitching. "And the Clans are better to deal with?" She asked curiously, because they did quite honestly sound a lot like more organized gangs. "...A code? Well doesn't that sound interesting."

Rake's comment got a soft laugh, and she bumped her face to his again. "You're so much fun to rile up, brother. You make the silliest faces." How he had survived this long was a mystery- oh wait, she was there, that was how. Who knew what her brother might have done without her to keep him from doing the more stupid things in life? Surely it'd have been a tragedy. The suggestion got a nod. "Sounds good to me." Anywhere that was neutral was a place she'd prefer to be.

She heaved a sigh, something that she entirely blamed on Rake's personality and not hers, and turned towards her brother again. "Drama? Oh, yes. They've decided to kill everyone who isn't part of their gang or a rival gang. How dramatic!" Scrap cried out, flicking her tail back and forth before turning around and looking at her brother. "Drama is dangerous for us. I know you thirst for it, but drama throws everything out of balance. And the balance is quite good for us right now."

Her day only got worse when she was told about the clan. "Oh. Honor. That's great." Scrap huffed, ears flat to her head as she waited for her brother to take the lead. It was easier that way; Rake was more intimidating. "I suppose it'll be good practice, if nothing else. Try out new things. If they don't work, I'll wipe my paws clean of them."