[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Augustus knew play was over, but he didn't want to admit it. Jinx was obviously a cat of her word - her frustration and serious nature made that much obvious - even to a rather naive-minded tomcat like Augustus. He threw his head back, releasing a low groan of irritation. He stayed in this position for a few moments, blowing out a large cloud of breath, and then he let his head drop to look back at her. He huffed once more, his eyes narrowed as he stared at her. He moaned once again in disappointment, before shuffling a few steps in the direction of camp. His lanky figure and black pelt resembled a shadow in the dark forest. He looked back at her.

``Fine. But only because your my best friend. I don't want you getting lost or anything,`` Augustus flashed her a wink before he burst out laughing at himself. ``Sorry, that was pathetic. Hey, I'll race you? Ready, set, go!`` His words left his mouth so quickly, there would be no openings left for Jinx to speak. He didn't know if she would follow him; after all, she appeared to despise him, why would she feel the desire to follow him? Oh, right, to get back to camp like she wants. And so she would follow him, he was sure of it. And when she did, he'd beat her to camp. Not only because Augustus owned a structure built for running, but because Jinx didn't know where camp was. You smart fox, you, Augustus mentally complimented himself as he started towards camp.

Jinx let out an exasperated moan of annoyance as the feline that was supposed to be taking her back to camp took off. She wasn't going to play this little game. Her paws were hurting and she knew she wouldn't be able to even match his pace, so what was the point of trying? She was simply going to track his scent on the ground. Of course with his long strides there were moments where she got a little off track because the scent had a break, but the moment she picked it up again, she continued on her way. Jinx merely hoped this tom wasn't going to throw her through a loop. Oh, she'd probably leave the territory if she had to put up with another game.

The ebony she-cat continued on her way. It was a slow pace, but she was following his scent, praying it would lead her to camp. She got the general direction, so if she got the least bit suspicious about this trail, she would head in the initial direction he had bolted off to and hope for the best.