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Originally Posted by Beam

@corgi
Andromeda pulled her claws away from the tree, which was now crisscrossed with claw marks and peeling. Her ears perked upon seeing her pearly-white, newly sharpened claws. She turned them over, staring at her pads. By playing her role in the Syndicate, she always had to be prepared. She kept her claws sharp, her ears perked, and her training hard and fast so she was always supported with her skills. She was absolutely sure she could take on an attack, if it came her way. Andromeda dropped her paw, the dark tabby gaze down casting and her ears folding backwards, no, she wanst ready for a fight. She was still young and unprepared, she probably wouldn't even stand a chance against an ambushing cat. Andromeda's tail bushed, and she slashed the tree again, leaving long rips across all the previous tales she did. Andromeda would never be as good as anyone, she always be melting into the background shadows. She lowered her paw,she was overthinking the simplest things. Quickly, the dark tabby shook her head and rises to a standing position, without hesitation, she swept the other direction and began to quickly pad in the random direction, bobbing up and down with her faster pace. Crashing through the dim forest would clear her mind form all of the running thoughts in her head.

Jupiter stalked through the dappled forest, the evening light staining her chocolate pelt. She would have to be fast; although this was not a patrol, it was a test of her skill. Across the moss-covered floor she moved, belly-fur just brushing the green carpet. She was intent, moving quickly but silently; undetected but still very much a threat. This is what she was trained for: Coming in for the kill, delivering the blow quickly and quietly. Her stance was not a hunter's crouch, but something harder to see, more insidious, more... deadly. She could do anything, and yet, she was doing nothing. Exhaling quietly, the molly pulled herself into a more natural gait, standing at her full height and slowing into a walk. It was just another evening in the territory, after all.
The thick cover of trees thinned just a bit, and the scent of a young Syndicate cat told her that it was probably a good thing that she had chosen to walk at this time. Jupiter had been walking for a long time, and it was only now that she was seeing another feline; the she-cat walking towards her was young, and couldn't be a threat at all. Raising her head, Jupi smoothly greeted her. "Good day to you," she said, sounding rather formal. It was always a good idea to assess the situation first. "Are you hunting, or...?"