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He danced like he owned the night through territory he didn't belong to. The rusty tortoiseshell was scarred beyond sanity, and his laugh echoed through the shadows in a way that would raise any hairs. Lorah was looking for someone in particular? Who though? He didn't exactly know. Or did he?
It was there and it slipped away again, someone or other. Connected to dearest sister of his. Ah, but what did it matter? The rumors made him giddy, and he followed them where they went, laughing and singing all the way.
Larkspur freezes at the unfamiliar laughter, a chill running down her spine. Enough was enough, Nightclan was already on the brink of disaster, the last thing they needed was a creepy cat who had likely lost his mind.
She flicks her ears in the direction of the echoing glee, following them slowly and cautiously. She finds the cat, but she stays hidden to the shadow, grateful for her black pelt that blended in.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 15, 2021 23:41:14 GMT -5
"Come out, come out, wherever you are~" He wasn't talking to Larkspur, but the she-cat didn't know that. Lorah pranced about, casually tearing apart foliage as he neared where the she-cat was hiding. "I know you're here somewhere!!!"
Insane laughter bubbled up from his throat, echoing into the night with eerie echoes that seemed to worm themselves around the trees.
She shies back, teeth bared and haunches ready to strike if necessary. This cat was fully unfamiliar to her, and frankly, she didn't care to know who he was. As he moves closer, her claws unsheathe, and she begins counting down from ten before she makes her pounce.
Larkspur collides with the tom, claws catching into one of his shoulders. "Who are you?"
Lorah was quick to grab her paw in a death grip even as it dug into his shoulders. His own claws dug into the sensitive flesh of her paw, both pinning it to him and causing them both an increased amount of pain. The scarred tom grinned in a deranged smile, his words following the expression too cheerful and bright for the crazed look in his beach sand eyes. "Loooooorah." He quipped with that chipper attitude. "You wouldn't happen to know my sister would you? I heard some rumors she hung around here with someone, whatever their name was."
