Moondust

Blurb
Two loners, Sugar and Spice, are currently living in a group of over-crowded and diseased rogues in the Twoleg Place, and desperately want to leave. However, when the group ends up getting attacked by a much more able-bodied group of rogues, the group collapses. The two siblings, remembering what the leader mentioned of the forest, decided to escape into the forest with their best friend, Pigeon, to make a better life for themselves. However, their worries were FAR from ending yet...

The Street Scavengers
Sugar - Milky white she-cat with soft blue eyes

Spice - Fiery ginger tabby tom with dark red stripes and golden eyes

Pigeon - Silvery gray tom with fluffy but matted coat and amber eyes

Maggot - Creamy white she-cat with redish amber eyes

Paper - Skinny and shriveled pure white tom piercing golden eyes and a missing eye

Patchwork - Ginger tabby tom with deep black stripes and green eyes as well as several slashes in his skin

Rotten - Withered and old dark brown tom with one blind eye and one golden eye with a missing front leg

Bloodclan
Clockwork - Wood brown tabby tom with golden eyes and only two whiskers wearing a red collar studded with teeth

Hunchback - Blackish brown tom with piercing amber eyes and a hunched back wearing a yellow collar studded with teeth

Brando - Blue-gray tom with emerald green eyes wearing a blue collar studded with teeth

Viper - Tan, brown, and black molted she-cat with brillant green eyes and an unusally long tail

(W.I.P.)

Prologue - The Escape
Two cats, rather young, padded through a sloppy and messy alleyway, crowded with mostly sick and dying cats. These were the Street Scavengers, as the other, better-managed rogue groups called them. An over-populated group of withered and shriveled cats who had barely enough strength to fight or hunt for their own with little-to-no law system. They had no leader. They had no healer. Just riddled down and weak cats who lived off twoleg scraps and each other's remains. The cats padded towards a brood cat with silvery fur that was in tangles and shiny amber eyes, gnawing on a rotting liver. "Pigeon." called one of the cats. The silver tom sprung in attention, spitting the organ out of his mouth and turning to his friends. "Oh, hi, Sugar! Spice!" "What's up?" giggled one of the cats, a ginger tom with dark red stripes and eyes of gold. "Nothin' much." replied Pigeon. "Wanna play tag?" chirped the second cat, a she-cat with a pelt of white and eyes as blue as the sky. Pigeon stared for a second, before tapping the white one on the shoulder. "Your it!" he yipped, and Pigeon and the ginger cat ran off in different directions. "Ready or not, here I come!" (W.I.P.)