An old molly with matted fur slowly found herself approaching an seemingly abandoned area. Or rather, one that might've been abandoned in the past. Her ears perked and faint surprise graced her features as talking joined the strong scent of cats she'd detected earlier. Her icy hues twitched lightly as she picked out some of the sounds around her; it almost sounded like she stood within the clearing of a camp, though quite clearly that was not the case. More of a... Assembly of cats, wasn't it?
"Where have you guided me to now, my old friend" The old she-cat mumbled softly in her raspy voice as she started to walk around, tail brushing past different object she identified as formerly having belonged to humans. Only they have such... Strange objects.
After a few moments, distracted, the feline found herself almost walking into a crate that had an old piece of cloth covering the to the side fallen front of it. She sniffed the surroundings of it and deemed it to be clear, proceeding to settle down within it. it didn't make for too bad of a shelter. Calmly, the elderly ignored all the other cats' antics until a strange howl caught her attention. Still within the crate, she turned her face in it's direction, ears perked. It didn't quite sound like the usual canine, from what she recalled
"Might that be why..?" She meowed quietly to herself, thinking of her old friend. Certainly, such a strange howl had to mean something, she believed - or it was just a canine, which was very well possible. She halfway emerged from the crate, part of the hanging cloth covering the shorter's back as she listened carefully for anyone who might potentially mention the very sound she heard. Or had it just been her imagination?
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