[P] Useful or Useless

[Falcon]

Natalia

 Falcon was roaming, trying to sniff out a bit of food. He was getting awfully thin, and he was worried he wouldn't survive much longer without someone to help him out.
Maybe I should be searching for someone to help me? He questioned himself, lifting his head to see if there was anyone within eyesight. 
Passing a stretch of bushes, Falcon let his mind wander, forgetting to keep watch in case he was jumped by another passing cat.
He was easy prey.

[Natalia]

Natalia found herself... Branching out of Deathclan rather frequently now. Not that she was ever going to leave... But it was simply something she noticed. She still spent a lot of time in those forests, enjoying the time she spent in the trees, amongst the branches. She was walking along, when she noticed... What looked like a kid who didn't seem to be very attentive. She found him just... Grabbing her attention by simply going about his day.

She wondered if she could just... Keep going. Stop this ridiculousness or getting wrapped in the affairs of random passing brats.

Alas, today was not the day to break this habit she didn't know how to stop. She sighed and found herself walking up to the kid. "You know... It'd be easy for you to get killed by some passing crazies, if you don't keep an eye out." She drawled.

[Falcon]

Falcon jumped, ears flat as he whirled to face the new cat who had walked up behind him.

"Uh, I-I Know, I just..." He stuttered, cautiously taking a step backwards to assess the she-cat.
He recovered his composure and nodded once to her, fur flattening. "I'm Falcon. May I ask who you are?" He meowed. He was staring to wonder why he had reacted so badly after she had startled him. Usually he was better at not showing this kind of stuff to strangers.

He took a moment to breath, letting the she-cats scent bathe his tongue and taking in her features so he wouldn't forget anytime soon if he saw her around. Maybe it would be useful knowing who she was.

[Natalia]

Natalia thought it was kind of amusing how jumpy and nervous this cat she'd startled was. He instantly gave his name, before even finishing what was certain to be a crappy defense. 

"Nat." She replied simply, and providing zero elaboration on the single syllable. The rest she didn't feel like telling him. She didn't really have any obligations to anyone. She had plenty of choice here, and her choice was to be mysterious and vague. Then she noticed him breathing in her scent. "Are you sniffing me? I wasn't aware you were into that sort of thing..." She said, a hint of amusement creeping into her tone.

Was she trying to freak him out? Yes. Yes she was. Mostly because she was bored and she wanted to see if she could knock him off balance again.

[Falcon]

Falcon nodded as Nat told him her name, and immediately dropped the subject of who she was as he got the impression that she was not going to say more.

As she asked if he was sniffing her, Falcon froze and jerked backwards, and flattened his ears at her amused tone. Who was this Nat, and why was she trying to humiliate and scare him. Falcon didn't know, but was sure of one thing; she was in a vague and bored mood. He could sense it.

"I'm just taking your scent, a precaution or way of remembering, whatever you take it as." He meowed, very exasperated and unsure what her next words would be.

[Natalia]

Natalia couldn't help the light chuckle that escaped her, as Falcon flinched away from her remark. She couldn't help the slight glee she got from messing with him. It was simply a quirk of her personality that couldn't be denied.

She shrugged. "Interesting that you need to make a conscious effort to remember a scent..." She commented, tilting her head slightly. To her, the act of trying to actively remember a scent was a bit... Off, honestly. She had a sharp memory, never quite forgetting a scent. Further, she'd never had much problem picking up scents that she needed to invade someone's personal bubble to get their scent properly.

Then she shrugged. "But I guess it makes sense, since you're such an inexperienced brat."

[Falcon]

"Well, I am not you. I have my own ways and things I do and like." Falcon replied to her comment, fluffing his fur out defensively.

Then she spoke again, and he let out an unintended hiss before shaking out his fur and calming himself. "... Sorry, come again?" He meowed, wondering what had led her to say that. "I may be inexperienced, but I wouldn't say a brat." He meowed, frowning. His thoughts were now that this she-cat was sorta strange but had really good ego and skills. He could guess that she was a good fighter and also good with words - by words he meant cutting words that could injure someone just as effectively as claws.