It irritated Kate that so many cats were here and around. Yet, why? Her eyes shifted along the cats, like they were gathered for something. Or rather, someone. It was then that a cat suddenly jumped down, right in front of her. Kate did not jump, instead, she raised her head a little taller, twitched her whiskers as if she were unamused. "Nor have I you." She retorted back hotly, hazel eyes unflinching as she met this tom's gaze.

Who was he, and what could he even want with her? And all these other cats...? Of course, Kate was curious, alarmed? Not exactly. It would take a lot to really get underneath her skin.

The way he carried himself set Kate on edge. Her body language was almost impossible to control, and if one looked close enough they could see the twitching of her stubbed tail. A flash of anger slid momentarily along her features as she realized that this tom was managing to intimidate her. It was a bit confusing, as Kate hadn't felt that way about very many cats she'd encountered.

"Kate."

Her voice was level as she could make it, and her eyes followed his every move carefully. His confidence twisted her stomach, all the eyes on her made it feel like she had fleas crawling in her pelt. This place was not something Kate was used to, but this is what she got when she left camp alone. Restless, explorative, she ran her paws right into trouble. Trouble went by another name, Edom, apparently.

"So you trade things, then?" She mewed, glancing around at his guests.

She observed the tom rather carefully. She had this deep embedded feeling that he would have some sort of impact on her life. Regardless of how or why. Her instincts told her to get away from him, she knew deep in the pit of her stomach that he was pure trouble. Nothing good could come of this.

However... Kate was afraid of nothing. And rebellious... was an understatement.

"I'm quite fine with the home I'm in." She stated, her chest puffing out a bit, and her eyes shifting along his form. His vibe radiated power here. A power she craved so deeply at home. "I'm nothing close to a city cat." She responded dryly, her stubby tail wiggling again. "Perhaps... I simply wanted to see what this place... held."

His proposal made her ear flick, as if she were thinking on this. The hair on the back of her neck stood up further as her instincts tried to drive her away from this tom, but she felt compelled to dive deeper into this trap. Kate was still young, and a bit foolish... reckless even. Her sharp eyes shifted along his form before she felt a smile pull along her lips. "Deal."

She'd made a deal with the devil, and she'd find that out later...

Until then, she'd revel in the fun of tonight.

The grin he gave fluffed her fur. Huffing a little to herself as he turned away from her and began to make his way in the direction of the city. Kate watched him for a moment, almost hesitating. Finally she pushed herself forward and began to follow after the tom. Edom was something Kate found curious. What gives him that type of power here in the city? Kate found herself questioning as she began to follow him.

There was a split moment when she almost walked slightly behind him. However, she straightened herself and pushed her chest out a little more, matching his pace and standing right beside him. "That was a lot of cats of the city gathered there." He had seemed the center of attention. She then answered his question quickly,"Give me the whole tour." Her green eyes turned to him, trying to read his face.

Sweetheart. It made her ears hot, and Kate found herself pressing her lips firmly together as she tried to focus on what he'd even said other than that. Flustered, she had to gather herself again before she could speak. Yet, her voice seemed a tad bit weaker than before. "I don't believe I've ever considered anything of the sort." She admitted.

"I think you're referring to the clan cats." She muttered lightly. Though, again. Kate had never truly considered any type of religion, she simply just lived.

Kate found herself snorting in distaste and offence. "We are not clan cats. They life soft lives with a code that grants such comfort." Kate shook her head. "No, I live in the league, where you fend for yourself. If you don't know how to fight, you'd better find a way to make yourself useful, or you'll likely be killed." She spoke as if these were normal things, as if death was simply a part of life. Which, it was, but it was more cruel than the lavish life she imagined the clan cats living.

Kate almost tripped. It was the slightest of change in her stride, the slight catching of her breath as she tried to function through it. The way he drew out a pet name sweetheart his voice sounding so sleek, and brushed his tail along her back. It sent electric shocks through every little hair on her pelt. Yikes... The calico thought as she attempted to shove whatever weird knot that had formed in her throat, away.

Gathering herself, she slowed slightly and made a side step. Alarms flashing in her head as she found herself in low key panic mode.

In truth, this was Kate's first interaction with a cat that had been family or the cats leading the league. Each encounter of her life was lacking in any type of physical touch. Especially since her father had died. He'd been the one to snuggle into his daughter, or clean her furs. Now, she was alone, and simply liked it that way.

Yet the touch was also enough to send her recoiling back into this thickly walled and shut off cat.

The feelings she found herself flip flopped between, were confusing for her.


"Ruthless, and power hungry." She finally spoke, letting her eyes stay forward as she walked, as if looking at him would set off another round of confusing emotions.