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Alessandro-Bazeel slipped away quietly from camp. Disappearing without a trace that he had left. Disappearing early that morning before General Rose could assign him a task like border patrol, hunting, or guarding the camp. The tom's reasoning was his love and craving for adventure. Also it was the beginning of spring. A time for adventuring after the long harsh winter. Last spring Alessandro had been merely a tyro starting his training. Now several seasons later he had finished his tyroship by passing his Trial. Being a combatant for only a few moons the tom still had a sense for adventure from his tyro days and had yet to settle down.
As he approached the edge of the Absum Lux territory that bordered the City. He looked up at the tall looming chain linked that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Underneath the fence were dug out holes that the Absum Lux members had been using for several seasons now to gain access to the city. Alessandro approached the fence and slipped underneath. The bottom of the fence pulling at his pelt like claws. He struggled to break free and when he did his pelt stung from breaking free from the fence. He winced as he padded away from the fence and towards the city.
Alessandro started his day by visiting the Apen Acre park. A beautiful scenic place that always brought a peaceful calm to Alessandro's world. He took a rest underneath a large Maple tree. The sound of birds over head caused the young combatant to look upward. He watched a pair of robins. A male and a female flitting from branch to branch. The female pausing on a branch and regarding the male robin with critical curiousness. As the male robin showed off flying circles around the female and finally landing beside his mate. Both birds chirping happily to each other and bumping their heads together in a loving comforting manner as they sat in the safety of the tree. The tom watch the robins with a longing and a pang of sadness. The tom had always wished for a mate, but was beginning to give up on the idea. He had attempted a possible relationship with several she-cats within and outside of Absum Lux, but each relationship fell apart as quickly as they started. Each relationship leaving Alessandro feeling detached from the idea of love.
A growl rumbling in his belly pulled Alessandro out of his self misery. The tom crawled to his paws and continued on his adventure. Stopping briefly to take a drink from one of the many ponds. The cold water quenching his thirst before he continued on. Leaving Apen Acres behind the tom quickly crossed an empty thunderpath to the grass on the other side. Leaving the cool soft grass behind he padded down the long concrete sidewalk. The hard rocky surface hard on his paw pads. Leaving his paws sore and feeling tired. The ache of hungry still growling deep in his stomach. It was as if fate had served up Alessandro meal to his paws. As he walked past a large grand in appearance Twoleg nest. Running up the lawn was one of the largest squirrels that Alessandro had ever seen. He licked his chops and dropped down into a crouch beginning to stalk the squirrel. The squirrel not taking any notice of the cat stalking it ran between the large metal fence posts and into the back garden. Alessandro followed quickly pushing through the bushes and coming face to face with the metal fence. He cautiously and quickly checked the fence. Carefully easing his head through the bars. His whiskers gently brushing against the sides followed by his shoulder and hindquarters. The tom finally through crept through the bushes and onto the other side. He was met with the beautiful site of the back garden. Many plants, tree, and sculptures covers the large space. The grass was neatly groomed and a bright shade of green. A large white structure stood in the center and water coming out the middle. Then his gaze finally landed on the squirrel. His mouth watered at the thought of the meal. He dropped into a hunters crouch and left the safety of his hiding spot. The squirrel too busy gnawing on a walnut. Alessandro too busy stalking the squirrel to notice the other cat in the yard.
Kal-El had a delectable life of prosperity and comfort. He wanted for nothing, he had all the free time in the world and he spent each and every day taking his time with every task. What was his daily regimen, you ask?
Well, first he woke up. He was never an early riser, he preferred to wake up around sun high and then laze in bed until about noon. Once he gathered the energy to get up, he'd roll out of his bed – down comforter and four poster frame of course included – and would hang half on, half off of the mattress for another hour. The first time it happened was an accident. It merely became ritual after that. He'd stretch out his legs, his toes, and hear the satisfying cracks and pops of each. Then he'd finally raise himself from the bed, ignore the dizzy flutter of his vision and then stumble to his mat. It was perfectly positioned so that every morning he'd be able to enjoy the sun while he took his time cleaning himself. He needed to get every nook and cranny – it was never attractive to have any part of yourself looking less than perfect.
Then, he'd make his way downstairs where he'd be fed the dish of the morning. Let's see, it was Thursday... That meant filet mignon. His stomach rumbled. It sounded delicious. He'd eat his fill, about half of the dish, before licking his chops and demanding its removal. Overeating was ghastly, it'd bless you with the most heinous of intestinal issues. Then, after that, he took a stroll through the garden. He was proud of the flowers that grew there – daffodils, tulips, lilies, orchids, roses, daisies. They were all hand selected by him and then the servants happily planted them. He couldn't have been more thrilled. Well, except for that one area of the garden reserved for the catmint. Did they have to stain his beauteous artwork with that? As if every feline was the same and loved it just as much as the last. He, personally, abhorred it. He made it a daily mission to show just what he thought of it with a hike of his leg. I dare them to plant another monstrosity in my garden without my consent again.
As opposed to this morning, however – well, afternoon – there was a squirrel hanging out in his garden. He grit his teeth. He detested intruders, especially vermin. They were better off dead than facing his wrath. Which another seemed to agree with, as before he knew it there was the scent of another feline and then pounce!
He spluttered and coughed as the form leapt in front of him, causing him to scurry backward and fall into his drinking pond, the goldfish inside swimming away in fright. Lifting himself slowly, dripping wet and growling, he breathed deeply and stomped to the tom's side – after some struggling out of the hole, he didn't have very long legs, you see.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" He snarled. "You've defaced private property, you've trespassed in my garden and you attempted to kill that creature on my lawn! On my lawn! Do you know how hard it is to get rid of blood stains? No, probably not," he sneered, gaze roving up and down the tom's pelt. His gaze quickly transitioned from disgust to intrigue, however. This tom was well built and rather attractive. He leaned back, tilting his head and smirking. "Although you seem to work the grease and dirt. What's your name, trespasser?"
