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Rags had been preparing for the chaos that was Halloween. Oh how she was scared. Her mother had mentioned that Halloween was when her owners dress up the family cat as something for the occasion. She felt like her Housefolk were going to ruin her newfound reputation as an actually sane cat in this neighborhood.

The tortie she-cat glanced as she glanced off the porch of her home, a cat was walking by. She a little and called out with a smile, "'Ello, stranger! What brings you over here?" She wondered if they were heading to the graveyard, she's seen a few Housefolk go there, as well as the one cat.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia wasn't really sure where she was, in all honesty, but she knew it was Halloween, what a strange thing. She was just glad she didn't have to dress up like the housefolk and dogs did. Alya had come out this way with a few friends, meeting outside her home and waltzing down this way in their costumes and carrying candy buckets. Some cats around the place had mentioned something about some sort of twoleg Halloween attraction at the graveyard, which unsettled Dahlia a little. Couldn't they just let the dead rest? However, having seen Dahlia following them down the road, Alya had invited her to follow them, giving her a little treat as she did just that. And so she found herself standing nervously by a house near the entrance to the graveyard as Alya and her friends led the way in. Ears twitching nervously, she was about to follow her housefolk, who was peering at her expectantly, when another voice graced her ears.

Turning her head, Dahlia found herself peering straight across the lawn to a tortoiseshell perched upon the porch of the house she'd just walked past. Twitching her ears slightly, the young tabby show cat peers after Alya, who seemingly gets the idea. She calls back to her, saying something she recognises as a farewell and an invitation to chat with the other cat, before giggling nervously with her twoleg friends and heading into the graveyard. Dahlia peers after her, before sighing in relief and trotting over to the other feline. "Thank you! And to think I was going to have to go in there if you hadn't come out." She offers the other a warm smile as she reaches her, tilting her head slightly to peer at her. "I'm Dahlia. What's your name?"

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Rags blinked. She snorted and watched as the stranger's Housefolk ran off, towards the graveyard. She sighed, was this how it would be every year? She didn't like the noise that much. Her green gaze turned to the show cat and she nodded a greeting. "Your welcome, the graveyard is pretty scary once it's dark. 'Names Rags, you live 'round here?" She chirped happily, tilting her head to the side.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia wasn't sure in her assessment as to whether or not this cat was friendly. Perhaps she was merely a little more...rural? Yes, that was it. Unlike what Dahlia herself was accustomed to, which was a nice house and the show home, where basically all the cats had polite conversations. Most got a long, though there were some showboats that absolutely no one liked. Of course the kittens were talkative as anything, and the newer cats, and occaisionally a tom might get teased. Yet most cats were friendly and got along, merely there to please their owners and show what they could do. That and see friends of course. In her neighbourhood everyone was polite be they friendly or not. This cat just seemed a little...unnocustomed. What with all her snorting and strange talk.

Shrugging it off, Dahlia decides that this cat is certainly refreshing, and so she seats herself and keeps her smile bright and welcoming. Not that such a thing is hard, seeing as Dahlia has been rumoured to basically be one of the friendliest cats in the neighbourhood. Though a few of the meaner ones called her naive or stupid, perhaps ignorant. She spchose to ignore them as best as she could. The show cat is broken out of her thoughts once more by the other's name. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise. 'Rags? Did I hear her right?' Trying to keep her shock off her face, Dahlia nods slightly, peering cautiously in the direction her housefolk went.

"Yes, I heard it most certainly is. I just hope Alya manages all right without me. She was so insistent on my coming, but I'm glad she didn't make me." She shudders slightly at the thought before turning back to face Rags. "As a matter of fact, I live just a block away. See that big White House over there? The one with the blue roof? That's my home." Okay, so maybe her house - and her jewelled collar - are quite a lot grander than most, but hey. Why should it matter to a cat? She was sure this cat was just happy living where she was, in her pleasant little hope right here near the...graveyard. Hmm, maybe not so pleasant then. "Tell me, are you new around here? I don't think I've seen you around before."

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Rags tilted her head back, noticing the expensive-looking collar as Dahlia spoke. "I think she can manage, the graveyard isn't dangerous, as far as I know. And I've seen that, it looks very nice." She commented. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be pampered and have literally anything she could ask for. She laughed quickly to herself. She was happy with her Housefolk, and that was enough.

"I just moved here about a quarter-moon ago, Monica and Taylor, that's my owners, decided to move after they had their new kit."

[Dahlia]

Dahlia felt a wave of relief wash over her at this reassurance. Of course Alya would npbe fine, anyway. Her friends were so sweet and kind, and if anything happened Dahlia had no doubt they'd protect each other anyway. And besides, if this cat had been there and lived so close to it still, it must be safe enough. Besides, this cat seemed pretty convinced the girls would be fine. Allowing a smile to slip back onto her graceful - yet still rather youthful - features and studied the tortoiseshell feline more closely. She hadn't met a cat with such markings before, and was nothing short of fascinated by them. "What breed are you? Your coat is absolutely gorgeous!" she mewed - no, gushed - eyes wide with clear fascination. She hadn't payed much attention to the other's appearance before, seeing as she was so worried ablout Alya. Yet she couldn't help but wonder why she'd never seen a cat this color at her cat shows.

Dahlia nods in understanding, so many new families moved here, or elsewhere even. "I've lived here all my life, but I've met many cats who have moved here because their housefolk had a kit." She smiles at this, she's always loved meeting new cats, especially from other places. They always tended to be so unique, like this cat seemed to be. "What was it like where you used to live?"

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Rags' face turned a little red when Dahlia complimented on her coat, not really thinking much of it. "It's not really a breed thing, I think... More of just pelt color." She responded, not one for the fancy genetics of cat breeds. "But, I am a mixed breed, I think." She added.

The tortie flicked her tail. "Huh, well... We lived in a giant city, there were monsters everywhere and buildings taller than yours." She described, smiling at the thought of her old apartment.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia nods slightly, realising it must only be showcat who keep tabs on breeds and the like. Yet then again, she couldn't really remember what bread she was either. Oh well, it didn't really matter much, and the other feline didn't ask. Dahlia soon found her gaze straying momentarily toward the graveyard once more, wondering when Alya and her friends would reemerge and take her home. She was split between wanting to see Alya safe, and not wanting to go home just yet. This conversation was proving to be rather pleasant, and the other certainly wasn't bad company.

"Really? That sounds both amazing and a little intimidating, I must admit. I'm sure it was lovely there." She offers the other a smile, wondering what such a place must be like. Yet she found herself to be perfectly happy with her quaint little town. "Say, perhaps I could show you around some time? I'm still exploring myself, but it really is a lovely place, and there are so many friendly cats around here." Her smile widens, excited by the prospect of giving the other a little tour of the place.

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"Heh, it was. The city was a lot of fun to just get lost in, there's so many sights to see." Rags smile just widens, happy with the conversation so far. This cat was nice, maybe they could be friends. It gets lonely on her street after a bit. Then Dahlia offered to give a tour around the place, her tail raised.

The tortie nodded firmly, "That would be very great. I don't want to get lost and attacked by gang cats, right?" She joked, purring in amusement. She hadn't known of the clans at the time, but she did know of the rouge group that lie beside where the neighborhood stood. She didn't think too much of them other than the small annoyance if they managed to walk around here freely.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia finds herself with mixed feelings about the huge place from whence this feline came. Her ears twitch slightly, and she tilts her head a little. "Lost? I'm not sure how much I'd like that...but I'm sure the sights would be very lovely. However, I quite enjoy our homely town, and the cats I've met so far are all nice." Her ears twitch slightly once more, and her features warm with a smile.

The other seems to like the prospect of a tour, and her smile widens as her tail sways slightly, excited by the prospect. Yet is falls down again and her eyes widen at the mention of gang cats, eyes flicking around as though they'll jump out of any corner. 'Gang cats? What an awful idea. I dear sat I hope I never run into one. They must be so vile, from the rumours I've heard." She shudders slightly, seeing 'gang cats' only as housecats who beat up others and have a bad temper, possibly even hunt.

Still, she shudders at the idea and quickly returns to the former topic at paw. "I'll admit, I don't know the neighbourhood all too well, still exploring myself as it is, yet I know a few friendly cats and some nice places, as well as perhaps a few areas to avoid. The rest you can pick up from your time here as I'm doing." She smiles happily, ears twitching forward again as she gets over her earlier paranoia just like that. She's never been one for clinging to emotions.