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Opal wondered through the old Primal Instinct territory. She had never been in the woods before and found herself lost. Her usually all white fur was dotted with smudges of dirt and debris was tangled in her knots. She was usually quite well groomed but spending most of the day in the forest made her look like a train wreck. The beautiful she-cat was hastily trying to find her way out of the forest due to the setting sun. She knew dangerous creatures lurked in the shadows of the night and preferred not to be lost in the forest after dark. In her rushing, she had failed to recognize the sign of a trap and stepped right on the trigger. Before she could blink, she was hoisted into the air in a large net, her heart leaping out of her chest. She let out a surprised yelp, swinging to a stop within the net. "Great" she huffed, stuck in a fetal position on her back. "Hello?" She called out as the sun began to cast long shadows over the forest floor. "Is anyone there? I need help!"
Dr. Pickles let out an annoyed and rather menacing growl as a splatter of mud flew up and landed on the neck of his sweater, his powder blue eyes glaring intensely at the feline responsible as they ran blindly away from him. He had found the wondering cat and thought they would make a good test subject, they on the other hand did not seem to like the idea. His mood was ruined now, his knitted sweater dirty even if only slightly and his plans dashed with the escape of the culprit.
Not willing to waste time in following them, the strange tom turned sharply and pushed deeper into the territory. He often traveled near the net traps that were set on the land, every now and then some poor soul would set it off and get stuck hanging mid-air. As he grew nearer the closest one a shiver ran through his short and curly pelt, a voice beating against his ear drums. The sun was beginning to set, day fading into night, for a non expecting cat it was not a pleasant time to be exploring, he was different though. The call for help grew louder and he looked up to see the source, a filthy little she-cat, he could tell her coat was white but just barley beneath the gunk that clung to it. He clicked his tongue but otherwise remained silent, waiting to see if she would notice his presence.
"Pft, who am I kidding?" She scoffed, leaning back into the net, preparing to stay the night where she was. That was when she caught something bright out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw a cat standing a few fox-legnths away with a blue sweater on. A cat with a sweater on? That was new to her. Though, it was still a cat that could help her. "Hey! Hey!" She called to him, her expression holding hope as she pressed her paw against the net. "Can you help me? I seemed to have, uh...gotten myself in a bit of a pickle."
He stared up at her for a moment before she realized he was there, her immediate reaction of course was to call out to him as if he wasn't already aware that she was there, he did not respond, nor did he move. Her voice came again, asking for help but her next sentence caused his eyes to narrow. It was obvious to him that he had never met this cat before, she couldn't know his name. She was in quite a 'pickle'. He was still annoyed over the mud on his sweater and her use of words intensified the feeling.
"I'm not much of the helping type, I much prefer things as they are now." He commented, not bothering to raise his voice above normal, either she heard or she didn't. His tone was monotone, and his gaze showed no emotion as he continued to look at her, noting the small spark of hope that flashed over her features.
"Wha-" a look of confusion crossed her face and she gave a small shake of her head, taken back by his comment. "You mean to tell me that your just going to leave me here?"
"Oh boy, I didn't say that now did I?" He took a step closer, the net wasn't hanging too high up from the ground and the she-cats weight helped in pulling it down further. "How do I know you wont charge at me the moment I free you? I have questions, and I think it best I ask them while you are up there." A cheeky smile played on his lips. He sat down, picking at the dried mud that clung to the neck of his sweater as he waited for her response.
She blinked, surprised that he would rather ask her a question while she was hanging from a tree rather than after she was out of the trap. However, it made sense that he would be cautious. They had never seen each other before. Either of them could be psychotic nut jobs seeking blood. She blew a stray hair out of her eye before responding. "Very well, Mister Sweater Cat. What is it you wish to ask me?'
He was happy with her agreement, and that she didn't instead go into a fit about being released first. It made things easier for him. He wasnt sure how he felt being called 'Mister sweater cat' so he would start there. "First, my name is Dr. Pickles." He made sure to put emphasis on the Pickles part because of her earlier choice in words. "Now, what is your name and why is it you are here? You look as if you've been drug through the trees and mud." The comment about her appearance hadn't been nessicary but he couldn't get over the state of her coat.
She let out a laugh at his name. "Seriously? Your name is Dr. Pickles?" She snorted as she laughed and wiped a tear from her eye. "You must be joking." She assumed he had given her a fake name to hide his original name and the only thing he could come up with was the name Pickles after she had said the word. "My name is Miss Cucumber, pleasure to meet your acquaintance...Dr. Pickles."
Her disbelieving tone followed by the snort of laughter rolling from her mouth while unbelievably rude, were somewhat expected. It wouldnt have been the first time a stranger thought he was lying about his name. She didn't stop there though, she continued laughing and then had the audacity to mock him by giving the name she did. His eyes narrowed and he stood, scanning the area before his eyes landed on a rather long stick, he picked it up and walked directly below the dangling she-cat. "Cheeky kit, you must not want to come down." He hissed out around the stick before lifting it up and poking it into her back through the holes of the net, it wasnt so hard that it would really hurt her, but he made sure she would feel the discomforting sting.
"Ouch!" She yelped, attempting to move away from the prodding stick but failing due to the flimsy net and gravity. "Cut it out, Pickles!" She hissed, swiping at the stick with a paw she managed to stick through one of the holes in the net. "I do want to get down from here! How am I suppose to tell you my real name if you wont tell me yours?"
Dr. Pickles smiled around the stick, poking her back once more despite her swiping paw. He lowered his weapon and set it on the ground before looking back up. "See you almost got it, say it with me now... Dr. Pickles." He held his smile, but his tone was serious. "Would you like me to say it slower, or does the cheeky kit understand?" There was a shimmer in his eyes, an unreadable emotion as he craned his neck to pick the stick up again in case she failed to realize he was speaking the truth. It was taking longer than he expected to get his answers but he had to admit he was enjoying this quite a bit.
"I'm not a kit!" She hiss defensively. Then, it hit her. He was being serious! His name really was Dr Pickles. "Wait...your name really is Dr. Pickles?" Suddenly, she felt guilty for laughing and she warmed under her fur in embarrassment. "O-oh...oh dear..." She lowered her ears and gave him an apologetic look. "I-Im so sorry. I assumed you were giving me a fake name to hide your true identity. Oof, I feel like a complete numb skull." She slapped her paw over her face and slowly pulled it down her face before turning back and looking at him with her missed matched eyes "My real name is Opal, by the way..."
There it was, with her sudden realization he dropped the stick and laughed. "Took you long enough, you dont know me but know this, I dont lie and I dont like being lied to." It was all he could get out before she started to stutter out her apology, the look of distress and embarrassment only widening his grin. When the name Opal rolled off her tongue he gave a satisfied nod. "It is nice to meet you Opal, now shall we get you down from there?" He felt he had left her hanging long enough, and felt there was little chance she would turn against him at this point, without waiting for her to answer he moved away from the net that held her and to a nearby tree. If you looked closely you could see a rope tied to one of the roots, following it up youd find it connected to the trap. "Brace yourself." It was all he said as he bite through the threads of the rope, with the last bite sent the rope flying upward and the net along with the she-cat inside came crashing to the ground.
"Come with me." He said, not waiting for her to get up before he started walking away.
She let out a surprised yowl as she plummeted to the ground. She landed on her back with an "oof" and laid there for a moment, a little dazed and breathless for her breath was knocked from her lungs from the fall. After she managed to take a deep breath again, she rolled onto her stomach and climbed to her paws, shaking out the new dirt clinging to her pelt. As she looked in the direction Dr. Pickles went, she realized he had left. Her heart sank and began to race, fear of being out there alone. However, she managed to see his bright sweater through the gaps in the trees and she quickly rushed toward him, letting out a relieved sigh when she had caught up to him. She examined him up and down as they walked. "So, um, are you a twoleg companion, or what? Like, what's with the sweater?'
He continued walking but remained alert for the sound of Opals footsteps, please when he heard her approach, she was smart to follow. His gaze held, staring forward ,even as she began to speak. "I am not a twoleg companion, though I was born in such a place I left it long ago. It was never the place I belonged nor did I consider it home." He paused for a moment and glanced at the she-cat, her debris covered pelt sending a shiver down his spine. Clearing his throat he turned away and continued talking, changing the subject as he did. "I do believe I asked why you were here earlier, it's not so safe around these parts."
"Oh" she looked away. "I guess I'm what you call a 'drifter'. I go from one place to another. If I get bored of that place, I look for another." She looked back, her face just as cheery as ever. "I came from a city far from here but when I heard that there was a whole cat civilization here, I just had to see it for myself! Are you apart of this cat civilization?"
He listened to her carefully, taking in each of her words. "Intersting, if this civilization you're speaking of is Primal Instinct then yes, I am apart of it." He answered with a half grin. He slowed his pace as they approached a small pool of water, stopping completely as his paws reached its edge. "You may be a drifter, but that doesnt mean you have to look like one." He looked down at the water and then to her filthy pelt, hoping she would understand the purpose of him bringing her here.
"I heard that there was several different...umm..clans? I think that's the word they used." She replied as they approached the water and halted. She glanced at him and instantly understood what he was trying to get her to do. With a deep breath, she reluctantly waded a little bit into the water and began rinsing herself. "So, this Primal Instinct you speak of. Is it a clan as well?"
He waited as she waded into the water and watched her for a moment before responding. "There are quite a few different clans, the ones in the Forest and then you have the mountains, Primal Instinct isnt one of them though." He paused to gather his thoughts. Sitting down at the waters edge he dipped a paw in and began to wash the mud from his sweater, a flash of irritation in his eyes. "We share similarities, like the clans we have different roles, a leader, those who heal, but we also have our distinct roles as well." He wasnt sure exactly how much he should tell her, she was still a stranger, but it would do no harm to give her an idea of what his home was like... perhaps without the gory details.
"My title is Pathologist for example, there are also different districts and each of them falls into it's own category with it's own set of duties." He stopped again and looked back at her to see if she was understanding or if he was just confusing her.
