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Sweetiepaw had been prancing about through China Town and before she knew it she was in the urban area of Primal Instincts territory invading.
"Anyone home?" Sweetiepaw called as she continued to skip about the empty dark streets. She used to be a league cat herself and hadn't yet learned just how much Primal Instinct had extended their territory. As far as she knew she was skipping around rogue, maybe kittypet territory, not actual league cats. Becoming bored she headed to the beachy area where Absum Lux's urban territory used to be near and began to draw pictures in the sand. Occasionally she'd look up to see if anyone was there, but no one appeared to be.
A pair of cornflower blue eyes watched her from a ruined structure not too far away from the beaches. The young trainee did not recognize her, and only an idiot would skip around these streets calling for anyone. Her guard was not exactly up, and neither was Yayf-kun's. Despite being a punishment trainee, she did not entirely believe in the league's brutal doctrines. The irony struck Yayf-kun, but it did not matter. Her mentor had not figured it out yet, and she only needed to survive a few more moons.
She took a few cautious steps towards the invader(?). "Hey there..." Placed far back in her throat, her accent was foreign. The sand-colored she-cat glanced down to her pictures. "What are those?"
