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[Gale]

The lush, emerald-green grass of the fields came up to the tall tom's underbelly as he trudged through the meadow, tail leaving a trail in the ferns behind him. His amber eyes flashed in the sun, the rays turning them a clear, honey color.

The tom, ever since departing his mother's dead body, had been alone. Sure, a cold conversation here, an aloof interchange there, but nothing else, really. Did it bother him how lonely he was?

Perhaps, but that didn't motivate him to set out to make friends.

He paused on the break of the fields, where the tall grasses started mingling with the trees that loomed above him. Padding confidently forward, a chill ran through his body when he heard a cat's voice.

root

[root]

Root was caught up watching the strange fluffy white creatures, hearing from others that they were called sheep. What a weird name. She did not know how long she was caught up observing the sheep, wondering if they were even something that she could possibly take down to eat. By the size and the number, it probably was not something she would do. She'd have to catch one far from its flock if she even wanted to try hunting one.

Hmm? Why were some of the plants around her knocked over a bit? Root looked around, seeing if anyone was spying on her. Last that she knew, she was supposed to be loyal to Deathclan, though the youngling still wandered around every now and then.

Testing herself, the silver tabby followed the trail, glad to find out that the stranger's scent was growing stronger and stronger by every pawstep that she took. But what would she do once she found the stranger? It was not right for her to ambush the stranger, especially since this was not part of her territory. Maybe she would just ...talk?

"He-hello?" she called out, a few foxlengths from the stranger. She did not know who he was, which meant he could be affiliated with anyone. Not like she cared. Or maybe she was too far from him for him to hear her, so she came closer, standing right behind him. "Are you from around here?"

[Gale]

//sorry for lateness!

"He-hello?"

The stutter in the stranger's voice surprised him, a sign of weakness most avoid. But the voice didn't sound weak, nor scared. He turned his bright amber gaze over towards the source of the call, and his eyes narrowed on the silver tabby.

"Are you from around here?"

For a fleeting moment, Gale was tempted to not respond to the stranger. Again, why should he? He had no obligation. but common decency brought him to reply anyway.

"You could say that," he meowed vaguely, a gray ear flicking. "Who are you?"

And there he went again, slightly rude, demanding, leaving no margin for error. Gale didn't think there was a margin for error living out in the woods; one, minor mistake, and you're dead. Mauled by a fox, betrayed by a cliff, murdered by someone you thought you trusted. No second chances.

Just death.

"

[root]

Root if anything, did not notice the lack of enthusiasm in the stranger's voice. She was instead giving him a stare. Something seemed familiar about this tom, but she could not put a paw on it. Maybe he was a Deathclan member once? Since he was from around here. But she shook her head. That was stupid. She would have probably recognized him.

"Oh, good! Because I'm not from here," she grinned. She loved it when she announced that she was somewhere she was typically not supposed to be. It was fun to be living on the edge at times, even if it was just meeting a stranger in the fields.

"You're not really friendly, are you?" Root then frowned, having to expect that he was more open about himself. Who the heck even killed his childhood? However, she could not yet reveal herself. She did not want him to think she would try killing him if he knew she was Deathclan. "Anyways, what are you doing out here? Where are your friends? If you have any."

[Gale]

Gale's grey eyes narrowed at the other cat, suspicious and confused; why was she looking at him like that? He didn't like it. It made him feel exposed.

He almost snorted at her comment about him not being too friendly: honestly, what did she expect? That a loner, especially one as isolated at him, would bound over to her with open paws, presenting themselves an open book for her to read?

"I don't have friends," he meowed in response, voice snappish and aggressive at the topic. "I dislike other cats. All they do is abandon."

It wasn't exactly his parent's fault that they was died, but he took it as betrayal anyways. And his sister... she could be anywhere, for all he knew. Probably dead.

"What about you? Family, friends, enemies?" he continued. Talking about himself, he didn't do - but listening to others talk about themselves, he could do.

SORRY LATE