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She'd only tried to go hunting to take some pressure off of Rottenfang. She'd never left the Survival Clan territory, always staying close enough to the waterfall that she could hear it, but her carefulness didn't help her one bit when the ground opened up beneath her paws and swallowed her whole. The fall had been fair and she'd hit her head hard, but somehow she'd make it out with little more than a scratch and twisted ankle, nothing life threatening but enough to make her even more fearful given the fact she was wounded in unfamiliar lands.
The young gray-and-white she-cat had tried to climb her way out of hours before given up and following the tunnel. I just have to get home before nightfall, Rottenfang will know what to do, she told herself as she limped her way deeper and deeper into the tunnels beneath DayClan...
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POSTEDSept 4, 2021 14:52:34 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"Well, aren't you darling," came the voice of a satin-white she-cat who seemed to appear out of thin air. That was one of her many specialties; you didn't know Gossamer Alessandra was around unless she wanted you to. It was a helpful skill in her line of work, both in and outside of the Regime. The sentinel blinked her glistening pale blue eyes, her head tilted to the side. "But, you certainly aren't Regime. Unless my sniffers off, which it could be, it hasn't been calibrated in a minute, I'm not sure you're DayClan either. You look a little worse for ware, so I'm going to guess that you don't mean to be here, but I suppose we'll get to that, won't we? First, I need to know; what can I call a pretty kitty like yourself?" she finished, her tail running across the she-cat's side in a way that could either be interpreted as flirtatious or predatory. The she-cat would have a hard time determining which; it was another skillset of the former Commander. Just like you never let them see you until you want them to, you never let them know your hand until it's time to be played.
