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He was confident, perhaps a little too much so, but that was his issue or should we say gift because it left little room for the bad feelings and doubts of others to weasel into the cracks of his being. His name is Ignatius, two burning amber orbs resting against dirty white fur, as if there was a burning fire coursing beneath.
Today was going to be a day to remember, that was at least what he was planning as he sat, tail curled around his large paws eyes staring forward. There is much to know about this tom if you are to fully understand him, though learning them all is a challenge in itself, a challenge that many are not equipped to take on.
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POSTEDDec 23, 2019 22:52:40 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
If you looked carefully enough at her, you might notice that Gossamer Alessandra looked a little stressed. Her shoulders were tensed and her eyes were narrowed slightly as she paced around the tunnels. There were two main reasons for this. The first was that she was lost, and the second was because most of the Regime cats still had a target on her back. Most of them wouldn't directly make an assassination attempt on her, but that didn't mean there wasn't a slight fear for her life every time she walked alone. The easy solution to that was to just, well, not walk alone, but Goss wasn't about to lose her independence just because there were some sore losers.
Gossamer froze slightly when she heard breathing in the tunnel. That meant that she wasn't alone. Letting out a sigh, she centered herself, before opening her mouth. "Look," she meowed as she drew nearer to the other cat, "I'm going to be honest. Would be pretty lame of you if you tried anything fishy. It woudln't be lame of you, though, if you could take me back to Headquarters. I've got a killer headache coming on and these tunnels? Not my favorite place to be right now I don't think."
A voice, surely this wouldn't end well for him, he was loner after all, only in the tunnels searching for the regimes main home. The group wasn't a secret and he heard plenty about them to peak his interest enough to throw himself into this absurd maze of dark tunnels. It seemed the one who found him was lost herself though, what fun he could have in such a situation. "I wouldn't want to be labeled as lame now would I." his voice seemed to draw out soft and subtle as he stood up and approached her, his body moving with a grace not common in cats of his size.
"That's my kind of response," Gossamer said with a blink. Still, she didn't let her guard down, at least not completely. After all, for all she knew, he was leading her to her death in a pit somewhere. Maybe she needed to make sure that she had her body guards with her at all times, instead of just most. She let out a soft sigh; if that was the case, well, it was too late. "What's your name, he who is not lame?" she then asked, raising a brow. She probably should know her group mates names by now, it had been like three days, but, she was bad with names. Always had been, always would be, at least for cats that didn't directly concern her.
The white tom smiled at her response, taking a step closer so that his amber eyes could get a clearer view of the she-cat, the scent was faint and mixed but clinging to her pelt was the same smell that ran so deeply through the tunnels. "I'm Ignatius, it'sa pleasure to meet you." The draw in his voice was more noticable now that he was closer, she was part of the Regime though it didn't seem she was too sure of her surroundings. "Have you gotten yourself lost?" Not knowing her name made things a tad difficult, but he could worm his way around that so long as she didn't connect the dots.
