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Jezi failed to notice the scent markers saying that she was in the Regime territory. Not that it would have stopped her, anyway. The former Absum Lux Heda and former Huntress of Primal Instinct didn't pay much attention to where she hunted or fought anymore. It was all hers to be on. She sat beside a plant that probably had some use to the Healers, but she had never bothered to learn the names. Her tail curled over her paws, her icy blue eyes taking in everything. At least her kits were fully grown and off doing whatever suited their fancy at the moment.
"Bold of you...," Cadet Havilah was a fairly imposing tom, tall, well-muscled, though still slim. Those forest green eyes, plucked straight from his grandfather Sean's head, all but confirmed him an Eerie if the way he glowered did not. No one would guess, however, that he was a cadet. Full grown and only a moon or so away from his promotion, the Scout carried himself with utmost maturity.
"Shall I escort you back to the border?" While technically a question, it was said like a statement. Not open for debate. Havilah was one of the least friendly cats in the Regime when it came to strangers which was only one of the reasons he was a Scout instead of a Mercenary. Jezi wouldn't know that he barely had any battle training, though, just as he wouldn't know that he was dealing with a former Heda and Huntress.
Jezi lazily turned her head to where the voice had come from. "I am perfectly fine here," she shrugged. She wondered if this was one of the Scouts she'd heard so much about. She didn't think it was very smart of the group to teach separate skills - hunting, fighting, healing - and not just have everyone know how to do all three skills. Of course, she didn't know much about healing but her time as Heda she had learned some from Pluto, and when she had been in SunClan she had learned some from Mountainsound while she was waiting to give birth.
It probably helped that her stepmother was a former medicine cat, or had been in another life.
Either way, Jezebelle really hoped the tom attacked. She wanted a fight.
"What is it with you rogues lately? You are looking me just the same way Mirza did when he joined." Cadet Havilah replied with no humor in his voice. He was clearly very, very annoyed. Another cat that wanted a fight. The next thing she was going to ask was that she wanted to join, too, that's how it went last time. Unlike last time, though, Duskslayer wasn't around to make the situation even worse. He took a step forward, showing off his well-muscled forearm, he was strong and had good instincts despite his lack of battle training, "I'll repeat myself. I will escort you back to the border."
Jezi's whisker's twitched in amusement. "It's very cute that you think I am going to be intimidated by someone who looks to be still in training." Or someone who had just been promoted. She really didn't care one way or the other. She made no movement of getting up to follow his repeated 'suggestion'.
"Why are you always like that with outsiders, Cadet Havilah? She seems nice!" Briar-tyke appeared at Havilah's side, chipper as ever. The rusty brown she-cat was, like her cousin, less than a moon away from her promotion. She still had most of her kit fluff but was beginning to have the size and shape of an adult cat. She padded right up to Jezi and touched noses with the rogue, "I'm Briar-tyke, nice to meet you!"
Cadet Havilah's face flushed and his frown deepened. He lurched forward the scruffed the oversize kit, pulling her a safe distance away before sitting her down on her paws. She seemed unperturbed by it, she was scruffed no less than a dozen times a day as it was anyway, "Briar-tyke. You need to go back to Post Kilo. Actually, I'll even give you a special mission - go notify Mercenary Superior Undertow that I'm holding a rogue here."
Briar-tyke pursed her lips, "Why don't you just go find him? I'm busy hanging out with my new friend." Her gray eyes drifted over to Jezi.
