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The snowy-white tom finally approached the city line with apprehensive steps. For a while, he'd been able to see the cityscape from up in Springclan's territory. Wondering if there were twolegs here, other kittypets that he might be able to connect to, Winterbrook mustered up the courage to see for himself. A solo journey like this was frowned upon. Not while the Clan always needed as many paws as possible to hunt and defend. But he couldn't help himself; ever since he'd been delivered to the jaws of wilderness by his dying father, the warrior couldn't help but feel... Out of place. Plenty of time had been spent training under the warrior code, getting to know Springclan. Proving himself a loyal Springclan cat. Within, however, emotionally and mentally, a blockage still remained. A dull desire to just... See what his life once was like.
So, padding dangerously close to the dying grass and broken fence line that surrounded a decrepit city, Winterbrook would soon find that danger lurked in every shadow. He had now crossed the point of no return; no Clan cat would be able to come to his aid here, should he need it. Slowing his pace down, his white paws started to step more tentatively. There were no signs of life before him, yet... He felt as if multiple pairs of eyes watched him.
Post by grimmgoblin on Apr 17, 2020 20:50:53 GMT -5
A slender tom watched from the shadows of an alleyway, perched precariously on top of a dumpster. His amber eyes watching as the fluffy cat crossed into Instinct territory, he clearly didn't seem like he was from round here. His luxurious white coat looked like it had been recently groomed and he didn't seem like he had seen many battles. Mantis lifted a long back leg to scratch at his torn ear, if any other cat caught this tom on Instinct territory he'd be attacked ruthlessly, maybe even sent to the punishment district. However, even though Mantis was part of the group he didn't see the need to defend their territory as fervently as the others did. He could leave that up to his companions.
As Winterbrook squeezed through the fence Mantis hopped down from the dumpster being as silent as he could. He intended to keep a close eye on this cat from a distance, see if he's aggressive or dangerous, although to Mantis he looked like nothing more than a harmless kittypet. He stepped backward, carefully keeping himself obscured for now. He wanted to know more about this tom and he figured if he approached now the cat might make a break for it.
Each paw step felt like he'd traveled a mile. Well... He had come quite a long ways, but... Now the day's worth of travel Winterbrook had behind him felt like it'd taken minutes. And the white tom began to discover that each step felt ominously familiar. It wasn't a sudden realization, no, but... Somewhere within the dark, shadowy recesses of his memories, this alleyway, these buildings rising up before him... Winterbrook had seen them before. Somewhere. Maybe in a dream? Is that what pulled him to this place? As unwelcoming as the sight before him was, he wanted nothing more than to trek on and learn more.
His initial reaction was to call out and see if anyone would appear. But the logical side of him immediately stepped in, warning him about how horrible of an idea that was. If anything, he probably wanted to remain unseen. So, unaware of Mantis watching him, he quickly moved forward, not quite sprinting, but certainly not walking at a leisurely pace. He only stopped for a moment once he reached the rightmost brick wall of the alleyway, glancing around to see if anything had changed. Nope. Not a single soul in sight. Turning his soft yellow gaze back to the route in front of him, Winterbrook inhaled and exhaled deeply before continuing on into Primal Instinct territory, sealing his own idiotic fate.
Post by grimmgoblin on Apr 17, 2020 21:53:02 GMT -5
Mantis watched curiously as the tom seemed to move further into Primal Instinct territory. Did he know who lives here? How dangerous these cats were? Given how the cat continued to move through their land, most likely not. Mantis picked himself up, following at a distance behind the tom. His every footstep careful and precise, he knew where he was, but did this cat? Mantis didn't normally take pity on anyone, he figured that everyone outta learn to take care of themselves it wasn't his job to look out for anyone else but himself. Survival of the fittest and all.
But something about this cat threw him off. He seemed so blissfully unaware of the danger he was heading into, he'd almost feel bad if he ended up watching him be hauled off to the punishment district. This kittypet wouldn't last two minutes there. He ducked behind a dumpster as the cat hesitated and glanced back before continuing on. He nervously rounded the corner, beginning to shorten the distance between him and the white tom. He almost seemed to materialize out of thin air behind him, "Hey no offense, but you don't look like you're from around here pal." Mantis said, keeping his voice low. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.
Though the voice was quiet, Winterbrook nearly flew out of his fur. Whipping around, he looked like a cotton ball, his pelt bristling in surprise. It took the tom great efforts to not let out a shout of surprise. Focusing his gaze on Mantis, he took a few steps in the opposite direction. This cat didn't look too intimidating, but anything that came from these streets, Winterbrook had a feeling he didn't want to meet. Taking a few moments to decide on what to do, he took another few steps before answering. "Because I'm not. Who are you?" The two sentences were practically smashed together with how quickly in succession he spoke. Oh, he didn't want any trouble... Already he was beginning to think that coming out her was a stupid idea. Glancing the siamese over, Winterbrook took note of the bandaged tail. Come to think of it, this stranger did have an awfully messy look to him. Eugh...
"I don't want any trouble, whoever you are. I'm just... I'm just here on personal business. Trying to, uh..." Winterbrook was coming up blank. Come on, there had to be some stupid excuse to give this greaseball... "I'm here looking for answers." That sounded stupid. And made no sense.
Post by grimmgoblin on May 17, 2020 20:16:48 GMT -5
Orange eyes narrowed, as Mantis strode closer to Winterbrook. He circled the fluffy white tom looking him up and down, he really didn't see this posh cat as any kind of threat and his answer to his question intrigued him. Mantis chuckled "Oh yeah, where are my manners. My name is Mantis, I live here in this district....it's a bit dangerous for someone so....fluffy..to be wandering around here in Instinct territory." The lanky siamese stepped lightly around Winterbrook before stopping to stand in front of him. He no longer seemed to take Winter brook seriously.
"Answers you say? Now..what kind of answers could you find here..in this....run down twoleg camp." He sat down and scratched his back ear idly "Sounds like a silly thing to risk your life for fluffy." He mocked.
