She's a Beast - private

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She shook out her medium lengthen coat, giving it a quick grooming, then headed for the entrance to the barn. The sunlight was warm outside, brightening the land and warming her back. She trotted towards the trees, deciding to hunt. It would give her something to do, and give her a reason to be alone. Honestly, she didn't feel like talking or being in any type of company as of today. Instead, she wanted to be alone with her thoughts. Her trained ears caught a sound behind her, along with a scent, unfamiliar with the tribe. Great. Company. She didn't stop walking, but neither did the other feline. " Yes? " she questioned in her smooth, velvety voice that didn't betray any of her annoyance.

sorry this is so short. i don't have much muse right now.

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After meeting up with Ragabash, Drought had rested in the farmhouse for the day. The trip to DeathClan wasn't terribly long, but it was still enough to cause some fatigue. Luckily, the locals either hadn't noticed him or hadn't bothered to question what a foreigner was doing in their territory.

Making his way toward the edge of the forest, the scarred tom soon realized that someone was headed the same way. Somewhat curious, Drought slightly quickened his pace. The tabby spoke when he drew nearer. Falling into step a few tail-lengths to the side of her, he replied in a casual tone.

"Hello. I was just heading back home. You're a Tribe cat, aren't you?" Her scent clearly indicated that she was indeed a native, but he wasn't sure how else to strike up a conversation with the hunter.

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Petræ finally turned at the voice, and looked the cat up and down, before replying. He was large and muscular, and had his fair share of scars. He clearly wasn't one of her group, for his scent was considerably different. " Yes. I thought you would be able to smell the scent that comes off of me, but perhaps your looks are deceiving and you're old. If this is the case, please forgive me. " she chuckled, rolling her eyes slightly. She flicked an ear.

" And what are you? Some sort of half eaten rat - no, excuse me. Your a DeathClanner, correct?" she smirked, her tail moving quietly in the dirt behind her, as if it was a snake.

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Normally, Drought might have been rather insulted by the sorts of things that Petræ had just said to him, but the American Shorthair was in a rather decent mood. Besides, he was now allied with this cat's leader. There wasn't much sense in reacting to the hunter with hostility.

Laughing softly, he spoke again. "I can assure you that I am neither old nor a rat... although the rodents at the edge of Twolegplace are quite delicious, if I do say so myself." Grinning slyly, he continued to pad along. "I'm the leader of DeathClan, though I'd guess you already knew that. I've grown to be quite infamous, especially among the Clans. The name's Drought."

Allowing Petræ to decide whether or not she'd share her own name, Drought eyed the trees just ahead. A mouse had scampered out of the bushes, and was nibbling on some sort of small seed.

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Petræ smirked. " Mm. I would hope so. " she meowed nodding. Rats? They sounded quite unappetizing to her, though she couldn't make an opinion until she truly tried one. She glanced up ahead. The trees were getting closer with each step the took.

" Drought, hm? Yes, I've heard of you. Flirting with our wonderful leader Ragabash, were you? " she inquired as if she were truly curious, though it was clear she was not. Her face didn't show any emotion as she stared. 

" I suppose you're inviting yourself along with my little hunting expedition, and really, there is nothing I can do to stop you, without giving you a fair chance. In that case, it would be rude to not introduce myself. I'm called Petræ, and I would rather you not call me anything besides that. "

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Oh. Oops. He hadn't expected the entire Tribe to know about that. "Ah... no, I don't believe I've done anything of the sort," the tom meowed simply. Perhaps it was a lie, but he wasn't about to speak more freely on the topic.

Drought nodded slightly when Petræ introduced herself. "If you were out here to hunt, I'd be happy to come along if you don't mind." He wasn't very familiar with the customs here; did Tribe cats bring their kills back to a fresh-kill pile like Clanners? Or were they more like DeathClan, where everyone hunted for themselves? Deciding that it didn't matter as long as he could snag something for the trip back to his home, Drought dropped into a crouch and prowled over to the trees.

The tall grass partially hid him from sight as he stalked the mouse. Eventually, it ceased nibbling on its seed and glanced around fearfully as if it had detected him. Not waiting to see whether the rodent would flee or ignore the looming threat, Drought sprang forward. A small crunch reached his ears when he slammed a paw down on the tiny body, killing it instantly.

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Petræ nodded, then bounded towards the trees, her paws skimming the dry and cracked soil. Once there she paused, waiting for Drought. She watched as he killed the mouse, and wondered briefly if he was going to eat it himself. " Oh, that poor mouse. I don't suppose it has a chance of living? "  she smirked, then turned away from the tom cat, leapt gracefully over a small bush, and began searching through the trees.

A small scampering sound nearby caught her attention. She swiveled her head, searching for the source of the noise. A squirrel sat on its haunches at the roots of an oak tree, nibbling on what appeared to be a nut. She crouched low to the ground, circling to one side of the trunk. She watched it for a second, before leaping out and batting the squirrel aside in one quick move. Stunned, it lay on the ground for a moment, giving her just the right amount of time to deliver the killing blow.

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He simply twitched his whiskers in amusement at Petræ, unable to verbally respond due to the dead rodent that was being held between his jaws. Rather than burying the mouse or crouching down to eat it, he followed the Tribe feline at a distance, keeping low and stepping lightly.

Despite the scent of the kill, he could smell squirrel up ahead. Guessing that was what the hunter had gone after, the leader watched as she stalked the small animal before leaping out of sight. As soon as the sounds of a small scuffle faded away, Drought padded over.

Setting the mouse down, he nodded in appreciation of her catch. "Not bad. Tell me, how does hunting work here? Do you bring your kills back for the other cats?" The Tribe cats' way of life was clearly different from what he knew as a DeathClanner.

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Petræ's ears perked when Drought spoke, just as she was bounding back to him, leaping over a bush in the process. She nodded. " Thank you. "  she meowed, dipping her head. She listened to the rest of his question before replying. " What are you trying to do here? Get information out of me about this settlement to attack? Or are you planning on joining? " she inquired, though she was obviously joking. She was sure Ragabash's 'business partner' wouldn't betray him as of now. 

" I suppose this little bit wouldn't hurt, though. " she chuckled. " Yes, we hunt for the whole Tribe, though it isn't totally like the Clans. The Hunters go out hunting each day to replenish the food they have eaten, and we are allowed to eat what we catch. We don't have to bring it back. " she explained, not once looking at the DeathClan leader, but instead her amber-orange gaze was up ahead, searching for any prey, the sunlight showing hints of gold in them.

She turned to look at the black and white tom. " Now, don't go beating me up for more information. I wasn't planning on telling you the juicy stuff anyways. Actually, I might if it involves food. " she meowed, movement catching her eye. A bird, pecking at the ground, fluttering here and there, searching for food. She nodded to it. " You can get it. "

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He chuckled at this. "I daresay I'm a bit too busy to attack another group. Besides, why should I invade the Tribe when I've just secured the beginnings of an alliance with your leader?" He could tell that the hunter was joking, but he felt like playing along nonetheless.

Drought wasn't totally familiar with the Clans' customs either, but the Tribe's ways did seem somewhat similar. "Provided that you've got enough hunters to fetch prey for everyone, that doesn't sound like a horrible way to do things," the DeathClanner commented. Of course, he preferred his own group's customs, but it was good to hear about something else for a change.

Glancing at the bird and then back at Petræ, he smirked. "Ah, so I can bribe you with edible substances? Wonderful." Regardless of whether or not she had been serious, the black-and-white cat prowled cautiously over to the bird, using the undergrowth for cover. As he sprang, it attempted to take flight. The tom knocked the bird from the air with a swat, then pinned it and nipped at its neck. He seized the dead animal by one wing and carried it back to the she-cat, tossing it at her paws.

"Care to tell me a bit more?" Drought meowed smugly.

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Petræ shrugged, eyeing the leader. " I've heard some… bad things about your group, DeathClan, and who knows. They could be true. " she replied to his question. When he spoke again, she nodded. She liked the way their Clan helped each other, at the same time as allowing each cat to be more independent. She didn't fully agree with each cat hunting for themselves, for she didn't think it would be fair for the old or injured who could not hunt.  

She he chuckled, one corner of her mouth curling up in to an amused half-smile. She paused, looking at the bird, then looked up at Drought. " Hmm. Alright. What would you like me to tell you? " she inquired, amusement crossing her features, head tilted, ears pricked, waiting for his answer. Of course, she wasn't planning on telling him too much. She wouldn't give any important stuff away. But maybe if she told him a few, more unimportant things that wouldn't hurt, he would continue to amuse her like this.

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Drought was quite amused by this. "Bad things, huh? Well, they could be bad, but it all depends on your perspective. I'd say DeathClan has actually done quite well in recent moons. We've grown in numbers and strength." Indeed, the pseudo-Clan had been falling apart before he'd seized leadership of it. Only a pawful of cats had been around; they certainly wouldn't have been able to take over the Clans. Now, DeathClan was thriving, and Drought was quite proud of what he'd managed to accomplish.

"Oh, I won't ask for any top-secret information, no worries," the tom meowed teasingly. "I'd like to know a bit about the social system, though. We have classes in DeathClan - peasants are the lowest, royals are a step above them, then Elites and finally myself. I'm guessing you don't have the same sort of thing here."

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Petræ tilted her head. " I never said I thought your group was bad. I can't judge you by some gossip. Nonetheless, it's good to hear your doing well. " she meowed, her voice smooth and velvety, as always. She pushed the bird aside, remembering that she'd have to take it back later.

" Really? Your missing out. Really, that's the best stuff. " she winked, then took a moment to decide how to answer. " No, we do not do that same thing. We separate ourselves into three groups minus Ragabash - the Hunters, Gaurdian and Shamans. None of us are higher in power or rank then the other. I'm a hunter. " she replied. " Anything else? "

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doubts will try to break you unleash your heart and soul    TAGS: Dotpaw   PANIC STATION -- MUSE  NOTES: Hello, new template WORD COUNT: 124 ❥ THE DEATHCLAN LEADER listened carefully to this new information. It seemed like the Tribe was very different from what he knew. Hunters seem self-explanatory... and guardians must protect the group in some way. He mused silently for a few heartbeats. Honestly, he hadn't the faintest idea what a shaman was, but it probably didn't matter. He wasn't planning on living here. "Hmm... interesting. So you're all meant to be on the same level as each other. I've never heard of a system like that. Aren't there ever conflicts between these three groups? His tail slowly swished back and forth. It seemed odd that so many cats could peacefully coexist. Unless Ragabash was constantly keeping them all drugged with catmint, but that seemed somewhat unlikely. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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Petræ watched for more prey, twitching her ears as she spotted a mouse. She lowered her voice, for she wouldn't want to scare it away, and kept her eyes on the mouse. " Why would we have conflict? We're all happy with our positions, we choose them, and ultimately we work as one large group, though we are separated. We all get along peacefully. " she explained quietly, leaping out from their slight cover to confront the mouse. It let out a squeak and almost fainted in terror, but by the
at time, she had swatted it away with her paw, and it lay dead on the ground beside her. She picked it up and brought it back to their spot.

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