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Mangoswirl grunted as she pounced on her prey, snapping the vole's neck with one clean strike. It was an improvement over some of the other animals she'd caught during her - admittedly, rather short so far - time as a SwiftClan warrior, but the deserted territory the new Clan had decided to settle in first seemed a little...Well, she could see why it was deserted. Still, any progress was good progress, right?
She wasn't so lacking in self-awareness to not realise that she'd gotten off on the wrong paw with a few of the other SwiftClan members, but the situation seemed to be improving at an exponential rate, if Mangoswirl was right about what the word exponential meant. She gave a quick prayer to StarClan and scooped up the dead vole in her mouth, when the sound of a twig cracking behind her made her whirl around in surprise and accidentally hurl the vole into a nearby bush. "Who - which - who is it?!"
Ophelia, unaware of her surroundings, nearly peed herself at the sound of another voice. She'd been born and raised a kittypet, had only know life inside her little home and nothing else. Never having ventured outside, she'd taken a risk when she'd darted out the door. But she knew she had to go. Her twolegs would be furious if they realized she'd managed to become pregnant even after they'd taken her to get fixed. Surprisingly, or maybe just by seer luck, this small brown and white cat hadn't come across anyone else. It was almost disturbing how quiet things had been, until now.
"Don-don't hurt me!" Ophelia couldn't hurt a fly but she'd heard stories of those who lived in the forest. Brutal, murdering, vile cats who'd love nothing more than to tear her apart. Cowering in fear, the pregnant she-cat took a step back fro where she'd stepped into the clearing. Her eyes searched for an escaped, but panic clouded them.
Mangoswirl's fur instinctively bristled at the sight of a stranger in her Clan's territory, though now that she thought about it - SwiftClan had only been settled there a week, at most. Did they really have any more claim to it than this unfamiliar she-cat did? "I won't, then," she said, sheathing her claws. She squinted at the she-cat a bit more thoroughly, only now noticing her swollen belly and panicked eyes. Fantastic. Mangoswirl had never been good at dealing with the more accidental, hysterical trespassers, and she doubted she would suddenly be good at it after a year not having to worry about trespassers at all.
"Ooh, you're pregnant! Now I definitely can't hurt you," she said, trying to ease the tension by keeping her tone as light as she could make it. She took a small step forward, mostly to see if the she-cat would take a corresponding step back or now. "Don't see many pregnant she-cats travelling by themselves, these days. What's your name?"
Frightened but thankful she'd not been attacked, Ophelia settled where she was. Who was this cat? Weren't forest cats suppose to be possessive and feared? This she-cat before her had just stood down, just like that. It..it was strange. Nothing like the stories she'd heard. "O-Ophelia." Startled eyes watched the forest cat before her, curious as to what she'd do now, though part of her still wanted to run but she just didn't have the energy. The poor brown and white she-cat was hungry, tired and ready for a good night sleep. She'd left yesterday and had been traveling ever since. With no idea how to catch her own food, and she'd tried but failed, she been hungry since her last bits of kibble. The tiredness was a combination of all this walking she wasn't use to and the heavy weight of her kits.
Mangoswirl raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly. "I like it. It's fancy," she said. "Well, Ophelia, my name is Mangoswirl. Now we're not strangers anymore. Well, they sort of still were - but a different thought had entered Mangoswirl's head. "Oh! Um, Chim would probably kill me if he knew I was doing this," she said, diving into the bushes, "but you can have this vole I caught just before you showed up." She padded out of the bushes and dropped the vole at Ophelia's paws. "You look a little hungry," she admitted, a little sheepishly.
Ophelia's eyes light up, "are you sure?" She'd been unsuccessful in trying to catch prey for herself, but it was also shocking to be offered it. Part of her wanted her kibble, normal cat food in her opinion. Not this fresh...animal. But one couldn't be a beggar and a chooser so she'd have to settle with food that would fill her belly. Taste would just have to be sacrificed in place of a full belly.
The grumpy orange shadow was lurking nearby, as per usual; he hadn't noticed the group of cats yet, too focused on his own hunting... or sulking... it wasn't quite clear which he was doing today.
Ophelia devoured the prey, clearly more hungry than she'd let on. Scents, hunting, and so much more were completely out of her depths of understanding. She'd grown up where the only scent she worried about was that of her twolegs and her own. Now she had to worry about other cats, badgers, foxes, other twolegs, cats, owl,s birds, and...and more! Dear lord, how was she to survive out here? She should have just stayed home and hoped her twolegs would allow her kits to stay, or for her to even have them. But...they would have probably kicked her out anyways just for being pregnant.
