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Originally Posted by Octavia
Somewhere along the outskirts of the Windclan territory lay a rather rusty worn down looking vehicle. The humans had long abandoned it, apparently never to move it or get rid of it. Maybe this was getting rid of it? In the end it had a decent enough covering over the top to protect Sabre from the occasional rainstorm when they blew over. More to him though, it was off the beaten path which helped protect him from being discovered, though his scent markers a small distance out did alert other cats that vehicle was occupied at least.
Speaking of occupied, Sabre himself was munching away at a shrew he had managed to catch without wandering into the territory. A small complication that tom did his best to stay true to, he didn't want to get in trouble, but he wanted to stay alive. It was quite the conundrum at times. Sighing still he looked on the bright side, the prospect of having someone to talk to again, maybe, was appealing to him.
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It took Spiderstrike half the day to track the loner from where they first met. Thankfully, the scent markers put him on the right path. Tracking was not one of his strong suits. Had Sabre been further away or, StarClan forbid, in the city, Spiderstrike would have never found him. He could see the rusty car from a distance and simply headed towards it.
Huh... here... The ragged tom trotted towards the vehicle without fear. He knew it was abandoned by two-legs for a long time. He noted how the metal had turned red from rust, something twolegs didn't let grow on their monsters. It's a dead monster essentially... The tall lanky tom swerved past the bumper and caught sight of Sabre. His tail lashed on the monster, making a mettalic thud. "Sabre, it's me-" Did he introduce himself last they met? He could not remember. "Spiderstrike, are you alone?" He stood a distance away, staying by the car. He was on guard, slightly cautious.