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Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

Darkness covered him softly, comforting him. But also reminding him of the pain that gave him his scars, and blind eye. He slowly begins to open his blood red eye to the darkness of his small cave. With a heavy sigh he gets up his powerful muscles were pulsing with life as he looks outside. He held scars given to him by people who were supposed to love him but instead made him suffer. He wore a spiked black collar something he .. stole from his now dead father. His claws were out and ready for anything that will come in his way... or anything that moves. He begins to walk out of the cave slowly. Looking around and smelling the air for anything new or fresh. He catches the scent of a bird, calm and just waiting to die. He slowly begins to follow the scent until he smelled something.. new. He quickly turns his head and from afar he saw a feline with the pelt color of the sun itself. He stops unsure what to do for a second than .... he begins to follow her form within the shadows his black pelt matched prefectly with the darkness of the forest and helped him greatly as he just follows her. Soon he stops and observes her. She seemed like a strong warrior but she held no scent of any gang or clan he knew. Was she banished or just lost her whole gang? These questions burned into his mind as he begins to slowly step out and speak in his dark husky voice saying " who are you?"

The forest was quiet as the molly maneuvered through the undergrowth, ducking under low branches and jumping slightly over roots. She paused, hearing the sound of a paw hitting the ground; the vibration shook her paw slightly, unnoticeable to all but herself. Hushed, she glanced back only to see shadows and darkness. The flash of the sunlight hitting claws and an eye alerted her to her followers presence, however. With her hackles raised, she searched for any sign of her stalker before cautiously continuing on her journey. The feline frowned, hearing the footsteps of the cat following her; perhaps it was time to confront them. But before she could, her stalker finally stepped out to reveal themselves. Her bright yellow eyes roamed over his scarred pelt, focusing on the one scar that stood out the most; their missing eye. Focusing her eyes on their face, she studied his body structure; they seemed male. As soon as the stranger opened his mouth, however, the female cat leaned back as if expecting him to attack; but all he did was speak three simple words, recognized all over the universe. Who are you? The feline studied him, still cautious as she finally spoke. "My name is Cress." Her voice was beautiful, her words slow and carefully thought out. Cress's intelligent eyes landed on the tom's eye, making slightly awkward eye-contact. "Who might you be?" She inquired, flicking her tail and tilting her head in curiosity.