Post by Ace on Dec 22, 2015 3:46:15 GMT -6
Everything must be perfect...
The morning air seemed to be crisp, tingling with something, maybe all the potential possibilities that seemed to linger at a glance of anything in the area. Or maybe it was just the stink of the whole place, either answer would be appealing. It was morning either way, however, and that meant an awakening as the sun rose in the sky and caused many hues to color the sky. Meanwhile, a small figure trod through the swampy forest, the distinct figure of a feline. It was a male, walking through the area of the rogue group he had chosen to be a part of. It wasn't much of a choice for him, really, for the life of a loner, of a cat to wander alone, wasn't the way for him. He was aware of the four groups of cats that had territories some distance away, but also wasn't very interested in those groups. This was a group more of his preferences... it perhaps was a loose alliance, but so many cats together and providing for one another on whim were unsettling concepts anyway.
But he was young, and while having to survive alone on his own was a bit... disconcerting, he was still confident he could survive on his own, until maybe alliances would be made, or his awareness of this group he had chosen to join would be expanded. The cat's name was Ace, and why that was he was not exactly certain, but it had been the chosen name that he had been given. He faintly recalled being told it was a sign of perfection, or adeptness of something, though he honestly wasn't sure who came up with this meaning. All of his life, however, or at least, his youngest years, were spent with being taught with a mentality of perfection, of how a standard of it was necessary in survival, though one could never become vain about it. That was an influence that stayed with him even after he became alone. But apparently, now the fate of being alone wouldn't be such a certain possibility any longer. The tom had located a couple of larger boulders, and under that, some hollow space that seemed to be fairly shelter.
He flicked his brown ringed tail with slight dissatisfaction, though he felt slightly... appeased for now. Ah, yes, that's the word for it. He wanted to be careful, however. There could be other residents nearby in other dens, that might not be so... pleased to have him nearby invading on any scent lines or dens. So he paced around the area in a calm manner, scenting around to be sure to check for the presence of any others. His eyes narrowed, for there seemed to be no cats nearby, but it wasn't a certainty. Note that there seem to be none around the area. May be mistaken, not used to the stench yet of this place to differentiate. Observations will continue. And with that small monologue in mind, he settled down into a sitting position, still being alert, and still scenting around the area. It would simply not do to be caught off guard, if any cat would show themselves that day. Of course, he had some misgivings about encountering any cats older then he, and more experienced, yet at the same time had feelings to want to meet such cats, for they would deserve respect, and maybe alliances could be formed there.
It was all assumptions, though, which was displeasing, and he had to be careful about this dangerous procedure of life he had chosen, for there were many uncertain things now. But no matter about those. Ace would be prepared, and soon enough, this uncertain variables would be resolved. He resolved to wait near the couple of boulders that could be a new suitable den, and if there were no disturbances, no signs of other cats, he would proceed. If there would be... well, then he would respond and react accordingly. Quite a settled and predictable procedure, actually. The young tom unsheathed his claws, studying them in the light that wasn't blocked by trees or the usual condensed fog that seemed to settle around the area. He wasn't very proficient in the way of fighting, if it ever came to that, and undoubtedly he would have to rely on instinct.
He then sheathed them, not bothering with that again, and started merely looking around the area after that with a sharp curiosity, for it was necessary to become aware of the surroundings, and he wanted to take note of it all, and of every detail. He started feeling...what was the word... vexed. There was no need for it, though. This was just a good time to observe the surroundings, calculate the terrain, or at least, what he saw of it. If there wouldn't be another cat for much more time, and when he was satisfied, Ace would continue along with his procedures, and settle in to possibly his den in this group he had decided to live in. Perfect.
How could it not be?
