Sickeningly Sweet (OPEN)

(OOC: A follow-up of this topic.)

Sweet hadn't stopped running ever since her quarrel with Scorchfang right in the center of ShadowClan camp. She felt absolutely awful, accidentally revealing their secret to all of Scorchfang's Clanmates. She knew his answer was more the justifiable, but it still hurt to hear him say those words.

"You mean nothing to me. I will not put my Clan at risk for a cat who got herself into this much trouble. Now, will you come with me peacefully to the border, or do I have to chase you out like the selfish rogue that you have become?"

Sweet shut her eyes tightly as the harsh pang of tears stung the back of her eyelids. She had truly lost everything. She lost her home, her friends, her sons, and now she's even lost her very first mate, the cat who had made living worthwhile. She thought she could handle eventually being exiled from RiverClan... but she couldn't. She just couldn't. She was hardly skilled at hunting as it was and her battling wasn't exactly up to snuff either. There was no way she'd be able to survive on her own. Either she needed to find a fellow rogue, loner, or kittypet who could help her survive out here... or she would have to starve.

"Please..." she weakly cried out to anyone who would hopefully be able to hear her. "Please... Help me..."

The fluffy ginger she-cat strolling down the pavement was currently reflecting on her situation.

It had been a few moons since she had joined the Regime. At that time, she had made the decision with nothing better to do. Ever since the death of her family, she had been travelling aimlessly, living for nothing more than the sake of living. "Since I have nothing else to do anyway, I guess I might as well." Something along those lines. Now that she thought about it, it really was a careless decision. She was beginning to suspect that she might have made a mistake. That unimpressive, sticks-for-legs tom who called himself Desolate was unexpectedly serious about slaughtering all the cats in the forest. She didn't fancy the thought of having to risk her life battling some random group of cats that had nothing to do with her.

He's way too hardcore... The rage in his eyes was real. She knew, because she had once been the same way.

Seriously, what had she been thinking? Sighing carelessly, Chase turned the corner with a lash of her feathery tail. Moments after the cry for help reached her ears, she caught sight of the brown she-cat standing in her path. Instantly, a fire seemed to light up within the depths of her formerly disinterested yellow-green eyes. Oho? What's this? Looks like I've stumbled across something fun. Stepping up to the stranger, she flashed a bright grin. "Hello there!" She exclaimed cheerfully. Pretending to take a closer look at the she-cat's distraught expression, her expression turned to one of concern. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Sweet whipped around at the sudden voice, and she spotted the she-cat padding up to her. She exhaled softly, relieved that this cat seemed friendly enough. Hopefully she would be able to help her. "I... I just need some help living out here on my own, that's all. I've been driven out of my home, and I don't know how to survive without any support. Do you think you could help me, please?"