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A pair of icy optics scanned the clan's territory during sunset as he pushed through the undergrowth. He did not know exactly how he ended up here. Omega was an ambassador, not foreign affairs. Infiltrating like this was not his job, and it showed. His practically painted his path through the territory with all the traces he left behind. The tom never bothered to hide his scent, cover his tracks, cross a river or anything along those lines. Something just edged him into the territory on a whim, and the roaring in the distance alerted him as to why. A waterfall's thunderous rage. The tom picked up the pace until he broke free of the forest near the foot of the waterfall.
With just on breath it felt like he had returned to his homeland, Toxicity. He remembered standing on top of his Clan's waterfall, the Bitter End, and surveying his territory. The former Strategos sighed with content. Such a long time ago. He preferred the Bitter End to this one. Frankly, the Bitter End was bigger, more powerful, all of that. Still, the one before did not fail to impress the dark tabby. A darkness behind the roaring water caught his eye. A cave behind the waterfall. Perfect. He could spend the night here and leave the territory in the morning. With that the tom skirted the edge of the waterfall's pool towards his home for the night.
(Sorry for the late and short reply, schools been having me write quite a few papers)
Lunarwhisper had settled into the cave after a rather nasty encounter with a rabbit. She had managed to escape, though a deep bite on her shoulder. The silvery molly was too tired to make it back to camp and found an acceptable place to rest. Her thick fur helped ward off any chill from the proximity to the water. Her head rested on her paws, pale green eyes watched the sunset filter through the water. The kaleidoscope effected mesmerized her.
He did not stop to hunt or anything before entering the caves. He took issue with the Clan's somewhat nocturnal habits. He had no fears of taking on one of their warriors in single combat, but he knew he would encounter an entire patrol before a lone warrior. He knew he was good, but not good enough in any four on one. Not eating was a small price to pay for an assurance of safety, or relative safety at least. The tom prowled behind the waterfall before stopping in his tracks. He smelled no one, but he thought he could make out a silhouette deeper in the cave. The waterlogged air stripped the she-cat's smell from the air, but the shape was certainly alive. "Stay where you are." He growled as he continued his path in.
"Why should I? You are the trespasser." She growled, eyeing the tom. Lunarwhisper was no fighter and yet here she was challenging a stray tom. Slowly she stepped forward to where she could be seen, her long calico fur made her look large than she actually was. While she knew she should drive this tom out, a little bit of her was curious about where he was from. She never met an outsider before that was not of a neighboring clan. "Who are you?" She asked, softer this time with curiosity creeping into her eyes.
His eyes shifted to her wound. The upper hand if the she-cat decided to attack. It would only take one quick strike to open the wound up again. His optics shifted back the face of the she-cat. One could not see it, but the gears were turning in his head. She did not want to fight, but her stance revealed a different message altogether. What did she want? He decided to play along. At least a little bit. "I'm from the League, so you know I don't care about your border and whatnot. I'm here to rest for the night. That's it."
