Rustpaw and Batpaw (Ratchet and Darkrosie)

Sasha follows Batstar, trotting over to the cat. "Maybe you should find one?" she suggests. "It might make you feel better."

The cat shakes his head," Names are irrelevant. There is no need for us to do so. Does a mere word define you? Can just a simple word say WHO you are? No. Only you can."

Sasha thinks about this and nods. It was true, but Frost had to address her somehow, just as she had to address Frost.

"Besides we work alone. The blood is the only thing to define us. We need no title to refer to us. But we have been called...Homicide," The cat reveals what his victims have called him before death.

(TechnIc@lly they c@ll hIm H0mIcId@l. He $h0rten$ It t0 H0mIcIde)

Sasha is only slightly deterred by this. "Oh," she says.

(what's homicidal mean?)

(Bl00dthIr$ty murderer wIth n0 re@$0n t0 kIll but t0 $00the them$elve$ 0r f0r fun)

The cat flashes it's fangs, "I have no need for that name. Go. I kñow what you're here for. I WORK ALONE!" He snaps, then thinks it over, would anyone notice a disappearance of a few cats? They would be offered for a greater good anyway.

(Oh.)

Sasha begins to slink back to Ruststar and Frost.

"Let us join," The cat decides, "But I refuse to have a name. Homicide or anything else."

Sasha seems happy. "Great!"

Frost looks at Ruststar. "Oh goody," she mutters and he seems to agree, though he doesn't say anything.

Batstar silently nods, she realizes bringing him in was a foolish move. She lightly smiles at the phycotic(sp?) cat. He doesn't change expression.

The cat keeps his shoulders high, he actually starts walking away from the group.

(Have no idea how to spell that word )

Sasha looks at the cat curiously but says nothing.

Frost rolled her eyes. There was no fixing crazy, although sometimes you could try.

Batstar's face shows a mix of oblivion and confusion, "I'm confused. Did I make a good choice, or was there just a good motive behind my horrible choice?"

Sasha looks at her. "It's too soon to know," she says as she trots back to Frost.

Batstar nods quietly, "I can only agree for now. Time may not tell."

Sasha flicks her tail in agreement.

"It really sucks, time really is an unpredictable turn on life," Batstar sighs then starts following the cat.

Sasha nods and follows her, with Frost and Ruststar coming behind.

"W-wait up!" Batstar screeches. The cat turns around. "You're not sure about your decision are you?"

Ruststar stops and glances back at Batstar. Sasha and Frost glance at each other curiously.

Batstar nods reluctantly, "I'm just wor-" the cat snarls and interrupts, "obviously we weren't meant for this. Leave. Before he does something I regret."

Ruststar unsheathed his claws but said nothing.

"Thanks for offering," the cat snarls and strolls off.

Sasha glances at the cat curiously. "Our paths may cross later," she whispers to Batstar.

Batstar shrugs, "it's all up to him. He's more of a sadist then we can handle anyway."

Sasha shrugs and nods. She sighs. Homicide.