"Wow, Primal Instinct has really gone down hill," came the lazy drawl of a voice from the trees. "Here I thought I was going to have to fight for my keep. Ah, well. Better that way, I guess." A smile crossed the face of the cat as she sent herself to the floor below, landing with a soft thump a few tail lengths away. Her whiskers twitched in amusement; it was no surprise to the cats that knew her that she was being a little antagonistic. It was part of her MO - an almost detachment from reality that left her unafraid of conflict. Not that she thought this would be a conflict - the cat in front of her looked like hell, and if nothing else, Kaya was in good shape. There was not a single fur that was out of place, and her body was strong and muscular, a frame she had inherrited from her father. Her other inheritance from the tom was her eyes, the genetic, baby blues that marked her place in a long lineage of cats.

"You wouldn't happen to be someone who knows the current clan roster, would ya? I'm sort of looking for someone," she meowed, anticipating the question with an easy smile and a casualness about her that could only be found in cats who were familiar with the sinister forest that Primal Instinct called its home. "The little bugger has been quite difficult for me to locate, but my trail runs dead here, so if he's not, well, I guess I'm out of luck."

She let out a soft laugh, before straightening. "Oh, your probably wondering who I am. Silly me," she shook her head at herself. "I just get so ahead of myself sometimes. The name's Kaya," she meowed with a dip of her head, the smile not leaving her face. "I lived here a while ago, born and raised, really. You're much too young to remember me, though. I am getting up in my moons." There was an eerieness to her openness; it implicitly proclaimed her utter confidence that she had control over the situation (even if, perhaps, she didn't). Her eyes then got wide. "Not that old, though. Don't want you to think I'm some senior citizen or something. Gods, between you and me, if I live that long, I hope someone just does me a favor and puts me down." Kaya tipped her head, those ever familiar blue eyes settling on Kate. If only she knew what can of worms she was in the process of opening...

Kaya's eyes lit up with amusement. "Aww, you're no fun. I guess I should have expected that, you look like you haven't seen fun in moons. You should probably bind your paw, by the way. A stick and cobwebs would probably be the best bet, unless you think it's broken. If its broken, well that's an entirely different story. Say, is your shaman dead or something? Ain't no reason she hasn't taken a closer look at you if she's not, you're clearly in need of... something."

Kaya tipped her head, before letting out a sigh. "Like I said," she meowed, voice not annoyed but entertained, "I need a recent clan roster. Daddy's missed a few child support payments, and boy is Mama pissed off about it." She couldn't help but let out a laugh, her tail flicking back and forth. It was only a half-lie, her father did nearly abandon her mother, but her mother was dead now, and corpses were rarely angry in her experiences. "Right, right, a name would probably be helpful. Last I knew, he still went by his given name, but he did fake his death when he left Primal Instinct the first time, so maybe he wouldn't still go by his given name." She seemed to ponder that thought for a moment. "Harley's all I've got, though. He was a blue guy, baby blue eyes like yours truly. Bout ye tall," she meowed, her tail waving in the air. "Last I knew he was a hot mess, like really, truly, the man had a psychotic breakdown type of hot mess, so maybe that'll help? Do ya know him?"

"Oh, no way! Fascinating," Kaya purred, sounding absolutely thrilled. Now, this was going to be an interesting interaction. "I had heard that he had another litter, but I guess I didn't believe it." There was a grin plastered on her face, slightly crooked but with glintingly sharp teeth all the same. Kaya had come to Primal Instinct to find her father, and she stumbled on her family instead. How cute.

"Well, in that case, sis, have you seen pops recently?" There was a sort of expectant tone in her voice, as if the fact that they had suddenly found out they were related really meant anything. She was relatively confident it didn't; she had never been much of a family girl, not after Harley had left. They were often times an ... unneccessary complication, a lesson she had learned a little too well. But, the circumstances were different than they had in the proceeding moons, and who knew, maybe a little family camraderie would prove helpful, should she decide to stay in Primal Instinct. If Harley was there, she had figured she probably would; she was quite certain that he'd approve of how she turned out. (Although, unbeknownst to her, Harley had stabilized in the last few moons of his life. He probably wouldn't have cared much for her in his later years. Perhaps that was an important difference between the two cats staring at each other. Kaya was the result of the Harley who had been reckless and moody, violent and charming, young and seemingly invincible. By the time Kate was born, Harley had mostly given up the wild freedom of his youth, and once he has effectively become a single father, he had had to finish growing up. The two sisters were of two eras.) Having an ally in this cat - her blood ? - might be useful as she readjusted to Primal Instinct life. If it was anything like it was in her youth, having an extra set of eyes was always good. But, by the look that had been in Kates eye up until she had mentioned Harley's name, Kaya could only assume that ship might have sailed.

"If you're here, I figure he's here too, right?" There was a soft hope in her voice; she was oh so close. Realizing that made her sound emotional, she quickly straightened. "Or did he get himself into some far-fetched convoluted trouble that made him need to make a quick exit from your life, too?" She followed with a laugh, but it sounded every so slightly forced.