Scarce prey meant desperate times called for desperate measures, low herb stock also meant he couldnt be reckless and attacking everything that was bigger than him - a hawk or small dog might a filling meal for those willing to eat it but also came with risk of injury. So fine, Uta chased a rabbit guarenteed to be an easy kill out of a twolegs garden - quite the mutually beneficial relationship neither parties would ever realize.

At the last second of his lunge to grab it -something swooped in. A feathery wing knocked into his side and he turned his face for cover, ruining his landing. He let his shoulder and side slam into the ground to make contact and twisted his body to use the momentum to roll quickly back on his feet. He glanced around fervently unsure of the direction it headed in. Then - a quick flash of a figure went up the side of, and disappeared over a shed losing his visual on it. He frowned on the outside, rare for him to do, and indeed scowled under his breath as he weaved around building and objects to get to the shed. He circled it till he found his way up and finally heaved himself up with a soft clatter as his weight made contact with the metal roof announcing his presence. Oh, a cat and another PI member at that.

". . ." He was speechless for moment, disappointed there was a lack of rabbit for him to reclaim. "You see a rabbit by chance?" He asked polite but direct to get to the point without providing any other context.

(On mobile, excuse typos/mistakes cx)

He really had to pause and run back th events in his head. Lets see white-slivery figure interrupts him, come to shed, he knows he took a while to catch up and maybe this tom knew of quicker way through and up to this location but did he really have time to devour half the rabbit that quick- the doubt stopped as soon he acknowledged how eerily similar the rabbit was, the fresh blood staining the tom's mouth, the matching suspect description all corroborating the male's suspiciously easy and unashamed confession. Well, he didn't need a reason to doubt something so plainly laid out.

"Well, that's unfortunate," he sighed the mew as he approached. "I guess you'll just die," he sharply slid closer and swung a paw at Hywel's feet. Uta was however tired and amidst the lack of good prey and even his experimental attempts thwarted by inexperience of hunting in the ocean or those flying rats called seagulls prey-stealing. Now this- his own clanmate daring to his stick his paws and fangs into his prey, well them's fighting words.

"I haven't really thought about a comedy show on account of the lack of humor within our group" the tom answered rather honestly not that it would make a difference if he was joking or not. He did think his clanmates could use more jokes and indulge him a little.

Uta heavy swiped at the tom narrowly missing and hard clanging against the thick metal roof it was almost surprise there wasn't a dent.
"I do think more cats of ours need to lighten up - I've suggested a mirthful event night before, long time ago, perhaps they'll reconsider such an occasion." He continued the conversation as normal like he wasn't trying to drive his claws into the other's throat for the sins he's committed against him.

He flexed his paw and stretched out his grasping claws as the pain mildly throbbed through it, guess he never had hit metal before. He looked to the other male's offer so meager and looked so much smaller now than the original fresh kill he envisioned.

"I need no seconds, nor would the group be satisficed if I brought back less than half a rabbit." Uta slightly shook his head side-to-side for 'no' but he also he seemed to pause his offensive attacks for the moment. "Uta, and I'm sure I've seen you in the background before but otherwise, no I don't think so either."

"I'm actually disappointed to missed that" he seemed to really wonder what that might have been like or rather the idea of his group having fun, and him having fun with them again. It felt like such a long time since he placed any value in doing, such a long time since he felt like his old self. Not that he could, or would acknowledge that wink any further than catching it; and it was funny to think about - why not? Aside from his former train wreck with Adelaide that resulted in their likely patricide-inclined spawn he had no idea where or how anyone else could fit into whatever he had with Accalia. She never had to share him and he did not suspect she would have any reason to accept it now, and losing her... That was a dangerous thought, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ

"I'd rather use that crowfood as bait to trap a dove or something but true to the namesake crows usually swarm that location." he gave the idea a thought, otherwise he could travel farther out towards clan territories for better luck.
/ If they can't catch their own food that's their problem./
"Perhaps, perhaps nots.." he answered vaguely, he never took personal responsibility for his mates or kits before so it wasn't a surprise he wasn't starting now, or perhaps he himself didn't know how he truly felt about it anymore.

( xD )

'Miss that' those words resonated with him more than he liked. So much of it was meaningless nothings all meant to fill the void, and yet he still got two of the gut-wrenching loves out of it he didn't know he could ever have, loves he didn't know he even wanted by the sheer hurt it inflicted once they were taken away. Was isolation the right move - or maybe he was going about this wrong way, and why didn't he know what he wanted anymore? How many times was he gonna scratch out and rewrite the script to get it right? Amidst yet another countless, internal crisis the voice brought him back.

/though if you're planning on doing so, I definitely want to see how you do that./
"Hmm." a second cat accompanying him could be useful to him and the extra pair of eyes and an dispensable body could help him catch something much bigger. He picked up the remainder of the prey with his usual smile now hinting his 'i just thought of something' interest.

"C'mon then Hywell, let's go commit some genocide" and hey, he remembered his name.

"Kill, what do you do?" he smiled casually glancing back to him as he took lead getting back down the shed. To be fair in PI he just assumed that was the norm, but then he remembered this one and his sister- they weren't born in PI right? He was sure he would've noticed butt hen again he had been rather absent from the group and off doing his own thing for the past few years.

"Up." he merely replied to the inquiry and looked above and out to the trees near the city. He had a particular idea in mind and didn't think anymore details were necessary, and really there wasn't much else since just of a simple plan and didn't care if it worked out of not.

"If you say so," Uta shrugged, "the 'take care of' sounded awfully similar so unless I am misinterpreting..." he trailed off, the tom was missing the difference between them and fine with admitting to the confusion if it gave them something to talk about. This particular prey was a good minute walk away after all and he'd like to pick the other cat for more information if it could prove useful later on.

"Ha" the soft laugh escaped and brought a smile he couldn't contain, "The one I loved most was so exhilarating because I didn't know who would kill each other first, me? him? both at the same time? I hadn't met anyone who could come close to killing me in those days, and if my death isn't violently beautiful or creatively resourceful the way he could've made it then... it'd be shame. But I've lost my equal - maybe I'd find another, someone close enough or someone better but... I know it won't be the same." He knew those last words were true, should've been true but he still had a hard time getting over them, getting over the thrill seeking, or maybe it was getting over him. He couldn't live with him without fighting, nor without him less he lose his one last thrill in life, any maybe just maybe his one to change it.

But he was never one for change now was he? Was he even different now? Well even if she was he wasn't gonna tell anyone that, let alone this prey-stealer now was he?

He chuckled, "I've learn my lessons with kit-bearers at least, otherwise" he dared to glance at Hywel, "if she's a grown up it's free real estate she can make her own choices." He teased and dared further to turn away from him and look up tree. "We're here." Course the tom most likely wasn't serious, he really did not mess around with any other leaguemates aside from Accalia and most likely had no intention to, not now at least. If a potential break up were to rock his world and really throw him into instability unlike that of what he was even before when he lost his 'equal' well who knows what fun chaos could happen then?


(technically his thread with her comes first so he does know her, but I'll pretend he hasn't yet connected the dots they're siblings for fun lol)