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Mismatched eyes were shut tight against the light bright in his face, his ears perked but everything they picked up idly noted and, more often than not, dismissed. Up on the rooftop, cats were free to speak (or at least, free-er than usual). Cats of his district weren't to spy on each other anyways, and he was perfectly fine with that. Of course, the Clanborn tomcat wouldn't have minded either way. He didn't have any secrets he was worried about being overheard in the few occasions in which he did more than angrily snap at those around him. There was still details of his life that he had never spoken of - he refused to even acknowledge in his own mind the kids he left behind in his birth Clan - but none of it was a threat to the League. He enjoyed heading to the roof when he could. The view intrigued him, and furthermore he was less likely to be bothered up here. The danger of the place dissuaded some and most others came with an agenda that didn't include him. It wasn't failproof, however. An ear twitched at the sound of pawsteps up on the roof. A sound not ignored. One eye opened up, narrowed with a flash of guarded hostility in their depths. Havoc didn't say anything, just glared at whatever dared disturb him by stomping around.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 22:13:32 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Dark copper eyes watched the tom. Rimanetta moved towards the Clanborn tom. She knew from her experience that it was rare for a Clanborn cat to end up in the League. The other cat peaked her curiosity. As a descendent of the great Metra E'tani Rimanetta thought it was in her best interest to know most of her league mates inside and out. Which is partly was pushed the russet she-cat to join the Internal Affair's district. While she knew she wasn't suppose to pry to spy on her district mates. She found this one particular member's background to much to resist. So when she found him up on the roof to her delight. She walked straight towards him.
The corner of his mouth curled up in the beginning of a snarl. He turned his head far enough to glance behind him, in the vain hope that it was someone else the she-cat was headed for. But he already knew that wasn't the case. His gaze only left Rimanetta for a moment, and as he focused back on her his expression only seemed to sour further. He waited until she - hopefully - came to a stop before he spoke up. "Is there something you want?" he half-growled, one forepaw crossing over the other as the tip of his tail twitched in agitation. He came here to be alone, not to be bothered by others. He just hoped she wasn't here to fetch him for some assignment from Senescence or something of the sort.
