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As always the city was buzzing around him, but Ignis had learned to drown out the noise pretty easily. It helped that almost none of the other city cats seemed to approach him, or try to talk to him. This allowed him to get lost in his thoughts without interruption. Which was fine on days that he actually managed to still be aware of his surroundings. Today, however; was not one of those days, as he walked aimlessly through the streets, he hadn't noticed when exactly the ground beneath his feet had softened into grass or, when the tall buildings gave way to the trees. Once he realized he was no longer in his own territory he blinked, dispelling whatever thought had him so distracted. Looking around calmly he decided that there was no reason that he had to turn tail and head back home. Curious the white tom pressed on, walking further into the unknown territory. It wasn't bravery or pride that compelled him to venture into what to him was the unknown. No for Ignis it was ignorance. As far as he was concerned there was no one around to stop him, not that they could even if there where.
He stopped only to make a quick hunt of a black bird that just so happened to catch his eye. It was a relatively clean kill on his part but somehow he still managed to make a bloody red mess of his snowy fur. He hardly took notice of this as he tucked into his meal, not even caring enough to be on alert. All that mattered in the moment was his catch, if someone was foolish enough to try and steal it so be it, that would be their problem not his.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 18, 2020 23:56:27 GMT -5
Sioux rarely gave herself time off. When she got into her niche in the Foreign Affairs department, she was always running around to different clans to keep tabs. Today was an exception, and as she sprinted away from the city and the ground under her shifted to grass, she was glad it was. She slowed as the cries behind her went quiet, the twoleg shop owner cursing up a storm as she walked off. The little multicolored pochette she swiped, with its short plush and the curved shape of a rainbow with a cloud in front of one end. "Ah, it's so cute." She squeaked to herself, pushing her head through the strap. It was a bit lose and she had to hold it to keep it from dragging on the ground. But hey, fashion was pain. She walked along, fiddling with the strap when she could and hummed to herself before stepping on something strange.
It was a black feather, and she looked up to see a trail of them leading into the brush. From her birth, she was a sucker for mysteries, Heart beginning to race as she followed the trail, the smell of blood and the city intermingling as she got closer. Sioux didn't hesitate, pushing herself through the brush and coming face to face with the white tom. "Ah, a black bird killed midday. But the culprit never left the scene of the crime." If she was freaked out by this weird looking cat with blood all over him, she did not show it. "Mystery solved." She exclaimed, eyes shining before suddenly coming back down to earth. "Wait. Who are you?"
