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Her trip beyond the territories had been somewhat successful. She found what she was looking for, and everyone there grew more than she could have hoped. Now, she was at the end of her long trek back to the territories. Her eyes were dull with tiredness as she walked around the outskirts of the city. While it would have been faster to go straight through, she despised the city with every part of her being. The bengal didn't know exactly why either. It could have been the garbage, people, or the rats, perhaps some combination of them. She didn't know, and she didn't care. The place was awful. Being outside of the city left her more exposed and visible to the rest of the world, and whoever might chance upon her.
"What are you doing here?" Florian pulled up beside the she-cat, his expression a barely constrained glare. "This is League territory, state your business." Admittedly, the punishment district tom wasn't the best sort to meet out this way. He was rather temperamental at best, guising his thoughtlessness and sarcastic nature with a thin veneer of arrogance. Considering where he lived, however, perhaps that wasn't altogether surprising. Still, he didn't attack her outright, perhaps because he saw her tiredness, and after WaterClan, despite his best attempts, the tom still had an ingrained desire to help those in need.
Great. A city dweller, the only thing worse than the city itself. She curled up her lip with a harsh quip ready to go, but then his smell reached her nose. He was a League tom, and the plot thickened. Those cats weren't so bad, and usually put up a pretty good fight. And some of them were decently attractive. She slowly turned around to meet the tom's green eyes. Not bad. She preferred amber or blue, but green was okay. His fur looked too familiar, but whatever. He certainly had more guts than the last one she met. Igziq gave him a smile and made it clear that she was sizing him up. "I'm looking for a dime, but I found myself an eleven."
