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A hush had descended over the forest as the moon reached its zenith, the perfect silence disturbed only by the shudder of the undergrowth as a body passed through. Buttercups, oxeye daisies, and primroses spread out in a drift across the forest floor, though the colors were hidden in the silvery light of the moon.
Her coat — a smoky grey in the sunlight — also shone a bright silver on this night. She looked like walking steel, or paradoxically, like the delicate material of a ghost woken from its slumber. Sleep was what had evaded her; the Assassin Successor had left the city behind after a few hours of tossing and turning. The summit of its towering buildings could be seen in the distance, dark against the sprinkle of stars.
She wasn’t sure what she was hoping to find in the dead of night. A midnight snack? The gentle chirping of nocturnal creatures could be heard all around, and yet Elizabeth did not hunt. A trail to occupy her mind? There were many unexplored alleys and two-leg wonders in the city, and yet she was here, miles away. Or was she looking for something more exciting, more specific? Only the night would tell.
Her long neck arched when she became aware of another sound, just ahead. A foreign scent washed her tongue. She was not alone.
"Heya!" Jasper called out from where he'd been resting on top of a rock, his reddish-brown coat washed out in the moonlight. He smelled like no established group in the forest, nor did he seem alarmed enough to be a threat. Likely he was just one of the many loners that wandered through the unclaimed lands. His broken-toothed smile was friendly enough.
With a surprisingly graceful leap, he descended from his rock, taking in the she-cat with an appreciative look. "You're out so late alone? It's a good night for it. Certainly a balmy one, yeah? Look at that bright star to the north. I never did appreciate the stars enough in the city- well, not that city." He nodded towards the skyline. "I come from one farther off. You from around here?"
If Elizabeth was taken aback by the tom’s gregariousness, it didn’t show on her impassive face. She was used to meeting strangers, even in the dead of night, though most of them weren’t this friendly. Perhaps some banter with this cat could relieve her restless mind. Worst case scenario, he would bore her to the sleep that had been evading her.
She soon realized the latter was not going to happen, as the stranger bombarded her with an avalanche of remarks, heavy compared to the impressive lightness of his paws. She studied him quietly until he finished, though she did steal a look at the Northern Star when he pointed it out.
A pause followed as his last question melted from the air. Her tail coiled around her dainty paws.
Finally: “Yes, I’m from around here, more or less.” She glanced back at the skyline. “You’re lucky you ran into me before you went any further. Most cats aren’t as friendly as I am in there, especially at this hour. The beasts come out at night.” Her eyes glimmered with dark amusement. "Exactly what city are you from?" She hadn't heard of any other city but this one, truthfully.
First Hywel, then Rhiannon, and now this stranger? More and more faraway travelers seemed to be finding their way to the league, and straight into Elizabeth’s paws. She wondered what she should do with this one.
"I've noticed that about some of you groups," Jasper said, shaking his head like it was a damn shame. "No idea about neighborly hospitality. There were a few friendly cats- you, and this little tom-cat I meet in another group, but most of y'all run me off like I'm a cockroach. I'm not lookin' to steal nothin', honest, I'm just lookin' for a good chat."
What city was he from? "I'm from a place far from here. It was a hell of a walk, especially when I was burdened by a little one, but it's faster going now. The place I'm from had taller two-leg nests than the ones here, and the cats weren't quite so mean- nor did they live in such large groups. I've heard some darn interestin' names since I got to this forest- you live in one of those neat little groups?"
[ omg noooo ‘when I was burdened by a little one, but it’s faster going now’ ]
Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh at his folksy way of talking. It might appear elitist, the way a haughty toff is amused by a gib-gabbing pleb, but it was genuine. His words weren’t shrouded in pretentious airs or filtered through defensive paranoia. It was disarming.
“I do,” she narrowed her eyes, studying him with an unreadable smirk. “They’re called the League. Once upon a time, they tried to run me off like... a cockroach too. Until I proved that it was better to have me around than not.”
Then her lashes lowered. “The road is mighty long and lonesome to be traveling alone, isn’t it?”
"The League?" Jasper asked, letting out his own loud guffaw. "You guys on a sports team or something? I suppose it's better than Moonclan. What are they, a clan of moons?" Apparently his own jokes amused him, as his crooked grin grew wider. "I'm not surprised a gal like you proved yourself. I always prefer competent ladies for company."
The lowering of her lashes made his grin grow further. "I'm traveling with friends, actually, but we keep gettin' held up. We'll be here for the next few weeks, until my friend's paw gets better. It's not a bad area- good company, at least right here."
A light registered in Elizabeth’s blue eyes at his joke about Moonclan. Ironically, a long line of her ancestors hailed from that clan. But she had no more admiration for it than this tom did. A small, private smile played on her lips, but she didn’t comment on it.
“Oh, you have friends?” She glanced about the undergrowth, thinking one of them might be lurking, but saw only silvery leaves. One friendly tom was nothing, but a train of rogues roving through the city might be a security risk. She wasn’t alarmed, but as an assassin successor, it was her job to assess these things. “You guys sound serious. You're not up to no good, are you?” Her mew was teasing; even while she made her assurances, a part of her was also curious about this tom and his troupe.
"Of course a guy like me has friends," Jasper said, laughing again. "But we're not up to no good. We lived together in the city, and we left when food got scarce. They're a fair distance from here, actually, but I've been wandering until we're ready to move on again. Who knows if we'll stay together when we find a place to settle down, or if we'll split up. I never did like to commit to anything long-term."
"What about y'all?" He asked with a good-natured humor, tucking his rust-colored tail over his large front paws. "Is the League up to any good, or are you all the scoundrels you accuse me of being?"
“Hmm… you seem nice enough. Your friends? I can’t be so sure.” Elizabeth smirked. “Perhaps I should place you all under arrest and march you back to my nest of scoundrels and miscreants. Let Regulus decide what to do with you.” Elizabeth was only half-joking — she wasn’t that much of a stickler. But being controlled seemed to be the last thing this free-wheeling stranger would want, and she wanted to see how he’d react to the suggestion. “I believe you. I’m not so sure my boss will. He’s always up to no good, and you nice folk might ruin his plans.” Her blue eyes traced the lines of his expression as she spoke.
