Post by Laelia on Nov 8, 2016 2:52:34 GMT -6
Rivershade
Laelia had no idea what she was doing here, but she wasn't really sure why she was ever in Deathclan, either. Honestly, she hadn't even picked up the slightest trace of their scent yet. Mostly she tended to sleep away from the group, observe from a distance, speak to a few whom she's singled out, and wander. The wandering occurred a lot, which she assumed would be the main reason she's out here. That along with the need of new surroundings - being a traveller at heart - and chasing rumours. She'd heard mentioning of such things called clans, similar to her own but closer knit and less...troubled. There were four, but one suffered an avalanche and moved. Apparently, here.
And so Lae found herself having wandered through some random meadow off toward a farm she'd only heard spreading rumours about. However, it seemed a tad familiar, so perhaps she'd come here on one of those expeditions her father had insisted on sending her upon. She'd always been torn between her love for wandering and her need to train in order to impress her father. Oh how far beyond that 'daddy's girl' kit she is now. This place was rather curious though, and she finds herself ropcognising things such as sheep and horses. The horses look strange without a twoleg on their backs, but they also look strange with one. Perhaps they'll just always look odd.
It takes a little while, but the huntress finally realises she's wandered a tad too far. She hadn't planned on getting this close to the barn the cats were supposedly situated in, but when she got lost in her thoughts she had to keep moving. Always. One might call it a habit, but it was either that or starting muttering to herself. Well, tachnically she spoke to her brother Raven, but that didn't help her case any seeing as he was never there. As it was, she'd heard this place was guarded by the newcomers, and she finds this fact proven as one such guard hisses and dashes toward her, clearly recognising her as foreign and far too close.
Unsure on a better course of action, the much younger feline huffs, spins around, and dashes away from the guard. Unfortunately they must be a wandering guard, because she finds herself running in a rather interesting direction that could either lead her away or toward the barn depending where they cut her off. Unfortunately they can't have been very intelligent, because she finds herself forced to arc away from that cat toward a pnother who seemingly hadn't noticed her yet. Trapped between two no doubt angry cats and a barn wall. 'Just my luck' she muses darkly before skidding to a halt and turning to face the closest cat as the original stalks away, seemingly having lost interest and trusting their clanmate to get rid of her. "Truly sorry for intruding, I really mean no harm" She offers, but her face is expressionless and cold thanks to its usual mask, and her wariness and mistrust doesn't make her all to believable. As it is, though, her words are sincere and she eyes the other almost calmly. This ought to be interesting.