Whitemoon |
January 18th, 2017 02:02 PM |
Re: Dusk Syndicate Territory
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Originally Posted by Liquoris
(Post 136630)
@ Whitemoon
Amber eyes glanced around as the she-cat padded through the snowy territory of the ruthless Dusk Syndicate. She had heard about these cats, and if she were to be honest, wanted to join them for a time, just to see how far she could get within their ranks. Though, it was getting difficult for her to find their camp, which she supposed was a good thing. A thought occurred in her mind. 'Surely there would be toms and she-cats who will succumb to my good looks,' she thought. 'But then again, there may be a few annoying loose ends in that group.' She paused to lick her freezing paws, and glanced around a bit more. In all the white around her, she stood out like a sore thumb, and she hated it. Some cats loved this weather specifically because it hid them so well. Her, it only made her stand out even more than she already did.
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Delvin shook his head and clenched his eyes shut as he stomped out of camp. One of the toms had become furious at the fact that Delvin was "making polite conversation" with his mate. He'd managed to get out of there before things got too heated, but the protective cat would surely not forget the incident. Of course, Delvin did not regret it. ' After all,' he thought, 'It's not like it was my fault.' His footsteps lightened as he convinced himself that he did nothing remotely wrong. He began to saunter casually, a smile appearing across his muzzle.
It was, however, short-lived. A silvery shape outlined against the snow caught his attention, and he dropped into a crouch. Delvin narrowed his eyes, trying to recognize the... thing. It was a cat. But not a cat he knew. He couldn't pick up any scent, as the strange feline was downwind. He cursed under his breath, realizing that this meant the other cat would be able to smell him. The dark tom waited patiently in a crouch, ready to pounce, wondering if the outsider would approach.
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