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Kenna paused for the fifth time that morning, taking a break to clean the dirt from her paws. They muddied so quickly in this terrain, and it was terribly inconvenient. Still, she found her spirits were not dampened by the act of seating herself on a rock and methodically licking her cream paws. Perhaps today would be the day she would meet someone, and her adventure could begin it's next phase.
The journey had begun upon her exodus from her owner's home. It was a truly lavish home, and it had pained Kenna to walk away from the bowls of cream, soft pink pillows, and non-stop petting. Her first night away from the warmth of the elderly woman had been a brutal awakening. Kenna had been tempted to turn back but had persevered.
Perhaps it had been wanderlust, perhaps it had been a sense of boredom with the constant showing, with judges peering at her features in strange places with other cats. She would have been content to nap at home all day, but the woman had paid a hefty sum for Kenna's bloodline, and she was determined to profit from it. Whatever had started the adventure had led her here, onto this strange territory. Perhaps she would see a wild cat!
Kenna lacked the self-awareness to understand how strange she might look to these wild cats. She truly was beautiful, with a thick, well-groomed coat of cream down, marked with the signature ragdoll face (hers was a a pearly gray, matching her small ears). Her eyes were big, ringed in an ice blue that melted into vivid river waters around her pupils. Her neck was adorned not with a collar, but with a loosely tied pink ribbon. Hearing a sound, the well-bred she-cat looked up from her bath, a smile of excitement gracing her features.
It had been a long day for Bearspirit; with the current heat wave ravaging WinterClan, she had little time to herself. Ever since Glaniur had taken her on that journey – her lip still curled at the thought of that aggravating tom –, she had fallen in love with taking walks around the territory, not doing anything specific, just wandering. She was still shaken from her last walk, after falling in a pit, and she made sure this time that she knew exactly where she was going and how solid the ground felt underneath her. And yet, despite the peace from the loud callings of her Clanmates, she still felt wound up, as though there was a loaded coil within her ready to spring. Quite frankly, it unnerved her.
A low grumble rumbled in her throat, as she paused her walk, swiping a paw at her ear as though there was a bug buzzing around her head. The fur along her spine rippled and she couldn’t help but feel that uneasiness grow. She trusted her gut and so, she raised her head, opened her mouth slightly, and let the scents wash over her. A new scent hit her and she snapped her jaw shut with a click, eyes dilating and ears pricking. There was an intruder in her Clan.
Stalking forward, she took no heed in staying quiet. She shoved her way out from the brushes, before she paused, brown eyes locking with blue. A kittypet. A flush of irritation washed over her and she relaxed her muscles, eyeing the other she-cat warily. “I think you’re far from home,” Bearspirit called out, taking another step forward. If the bow tied around the kittypet’s neck was any indication, she was sure she was dealing with quite the pretty princess; disappointment clouded Bearspirit’s eyes, she definitely wasn’t some reckless rogue prancing around that needed to be knocked around.
“You should get out of here before a wild cat gets to you.” Bearspirit eyed her up and down, a brow raised at the delighted smile on the kittypet’s face. “See, we don’t take kindly to strangers-“ and she before she could stop herself, continued, “especially not now.”
Kenna's round eyes blinked once, twice, thrilled by this stranger's words. "Aren't you a wild cat, though?" She asked, leaning in to sniff the clan scent that drifted from Bearspirit. "You don't smell like humans at all, so you must be. But you haven't done anything to me, so I think your threat may be a tad...overstated." It was a habit of Kenna's to vocalize her train of thought- she had no reason to distrust those she'd been around before.
The slim yet laughably poofy she-cat stood, stretching before hopping down from her rock, approaching the other cat. Her smile hadn't faded, and curiosity was apparent in her icy gaze. With a slight start, she realized how rude she had been. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Kenna! And you are...?"
Kenna's formality and high tone could easily have come off as rude in another cat. For her, though, they flowed as naturally as breathing, and when paired with her bright gaze and gentle smile, mellowed out any potential rigidity.
As soon as the kittypet leaned in closer to smell her, Bearspirit instinctively flinched backwards, nose wrinkling in disgust. A bit annoyed that her threat hadn’t been taken seriously, the fur along her back ruffled and she took a step back. “I don’t think you’re understanding this situation – you are trespassing on WinterClan territory. I don’t want to maul your pretty face and I’m sure your twolegs would be disappointed to see you come back in tatters. You don’t belong here.” She punctuated each word, glaring daggers at her.
A soft creature like her would never survive in the Clans and Bearspirit wasn’t up for batting around a kittypet, it would be just too easy. What was infuriating was that she didn’t seem to get that – she was acting as though this was an adventure. “I’m not sure what you’re looking for, but this isn’t it, Kenna – or whatever your name is,” Bearspirit continued, ignoring the question for her own name.
Kenna felt a small start of indignation as the wild she-cat pulled away. She had been nothing but pleasant, but she supposed she couldn't blame her. She must have been raised in this savagery, to be so devoid of the socially polite mannerisms. Kenna would accept what was thrown at her with grace, she decided, rasping a tongue over her chest fur, though none of it was out of place.
"You had it right, it's Kenna. And I'm certain that if I put my mind to it I would belong here. I'm quite adaptable," Kenna said decidedly, offering yet another smile. "And I would belong here if I joined, wouldn't I? I'll go through whatever tribal initiation is demanded of me." The thought seemed to please her more than anything else, an excited shiver running down her spine. "I'll even eat dry food instead of wet food."
Again, Bearspirit stared at Kenna as though she had sprouted another head from her shoulder. Her ears had flattened against her skull in shock and her tail lashed back and forth. There was just no winning, was there? “I don’t think you understand,” she replied, halfheartedly, wariness dragging her spirits, “look, dollface, they will eat you alive out here. But I’m not the one in charge.” The last sentence was muttered under her breath, as she glanced over her shoulder, as though wishing someone else would show up and take care of this problem.
“If you’re going to stubbornly refuse to listen, I guess I can take you deeper into the territory…” It wasn’t like she was a threat or anything – unless of course she was a really good actress. Bearspirit peered at Kenna, though found nothing but the sunny smile. Muttering under her breath, she turned and gestured for Kenna to follow her. “Someone else can try and persuade you – I’ll just take you a bit deeper…”
(would you like to open the thread up for other people to join in? :3c)
"Lovely!" Kenna straightened up, rolling back her shoulders in preparation for a continued walk. She couldn't fault Bearspirit for her inability to understand her motives, but she wouldn't be deterred from her goal, either. With a few more licks on her glossy fur, she beamed once more. "I'm sure you'll find I'm more resilient than you think I am. Lead the way deeper!"
The ragdoll was convinced of her own ability to handle the situation. Sure she couldn't hunt or fight- yet, but she was sure she'd learn- but once Kenna made up her mind to do something, come hell or high water, she would do it. These cats may try to eat her up, but they would find she was rather unpalatable when she chose to be. Her stance was proud, head held lofty, as she waited for Bearspirit to move deeper into the territory.
