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Originally Posted by Minty

~ Cinnamon ~

The brown-swirled she-cat rolled her eyes at the orange and black tom as she passed. He was strange. She’d never met a cat who is obsessed with.. a tree. Then again, she hadn’t met very many cats. Cinnamon had a tempting urge to taste life beyond being stuck behind a fence all day, even if that tom was odd. She could meet new cats, catch prey, have a new life.. it sounded nice. She liked being free. She wandered on, her green eyes glittering while her tail flicked back and forth in a pattern. The brown-swirled she-cat stopped in her tracks when she heard a scuffling in the woods. It smelled like prey.
”First catch,” Cinnamon breathed to herself with a grin.
She had seen others do it when she would sit on top of her fence. She practiced, and hopefully it would pay off now. The brown-swirled she-cat got into a crouch, her belly low but not touching the ground exactly. She gave a glance with her green eyes backwards to make sure she had flattened her tail correctly. She gave one deep breath, then having an excited smile on her face.
“This is it,” she whispered, quiet so the prey wouldn’t hear.
She creeped towards it, focusing. The scent floated in her direction. She stuck out her tongue slowly and gave a wipe to her muzzle. Suddenly, her tail decided to relax.
“Darn!” she hissed.
Not letting the fail discourage her, she used her pounce and ran after it as fast as she could. Finally, she cornered the mouse in a hollowed out cave, then swatted it with her claw. The mouse squealed, it’s last noise it made. There was a satisfied expression on Cinnamon’s face as she looked down at the mouse, bleeding out as it swung helplessly on her claw. Then she let her gaze fly up, allowing her to see the hard stone walls. There was a clump of rough moss in the corner. There was definitely a cat living here, though their scent was now stale.
”This would make a good den..” the brown-swirled she-cat mewed.
She gave the idea some thought, then decided to accept it after a moment. This was just the beginning.

~ Open ~

The breeze felt night as Chief made his way around the outskirts of where it seemed a rather ragtag group of cats had decided to assemble. He didn't plan on interacting with any of them yet - and hoped that his sister Flute was following his lead. Before they'd arrived, they had both agreed to keep themselves hidden until they were able to meet back up and discuss if they should call this place home, or keep moving. He was all for the 'keep moving' option, but Flute had grown tired of the constant traveling, always voicing the need for stability. The tom huffed, rolling his eyes. Stability. How boring.

Rounding a horizontal-laying trash can, he came upon a rather peculiar site. Was this a house cat attempting to hunt? It had been quite some time since the tom had come across such an amusing site, so he decided to crouch down and watch. As he predicted, the mouse escaped the first attempt, only to be cornered later and killed. Dumbass. "That was quite the catch." It had been a last minute decision, but Chief decided to reveal himself. He'd take the heat from Flute later - this was too good an opportunity to pass up. "I bet you're a really good hunter. That mouse didn't even stand a chance!"