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Leaf-fall Day Twelve: The sky is clear with small wisps of cloud. A soft breeze stirs the fallen leaves from the ground, creating a comforting rustling sound. The temperatures are usual, with no extreme highs or lows.

Adderpool

"I see things no one else sees."

The gentle flutter of something against her nose drew Adderpool from sleep and she peeled open an eye to see what it was. The black tip of her own tail, the fur swaying in time with her breath, met her gaze, and she shifted it a bit farther away before closing her eye again and curling deeper into the moss. Hemlock's breathing, still slow and steady, told her that he wasn't awake yet, but the quiet birdsong, as well as the dim light shining at the opening in the tree, let her know that the sun was up.

And her stomach, now that she was awake, was quick to let her know it would approve of food. Rolling to her belly, Adderpool slowly roused, stretched, and then padded to where they had begun to store prey. Nowhere near the amount a Clan would, of course- more to make it so that their first meal didn't have to be chased down. Making quick work of one mouse, Adderpool padded carefully past the bones and relics- wondering again who had gathered all of this and wishing she'd had the chance to meet them- and slid into the sunlight.

It was a pleasant day: sunny but not too hot. And now that they had a place of their own to defend and stay when the weather turned colder, there was no more lazy searching. Hemlock had been lucky to find it, even if the circumstances hadn't seemed so at the time. She recalled his intense interest in the place with a touch of amusement; it felt like it had been made for him.

Glancing upward, a precaution becoming second nature as she got used to living on the moor, Adderpool ensured there were no birds larger than a crow in the area before she set out on a stroll. No destination in mind, merely going where she pleased, enjoying the sun on her back and the breeze through her fur. She might hunt. The mouse hadn't been very filling, but she'd left one for Hemlock when he woke instead of taking both.

Ahead, Adderpool noticed a speck of black; as her gaze focused she recognized it as a cat. Momentarily she watched, motionless but for her tail, and then she padded toward it. She didn't call out, made no attempt to announce herself, but padded on steadily.

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Jazz Taxx words: 518

Through eyes set in a deep glare, Jazz observed her surroundings. The long stretches of luscious bright green grass were unfamiliar, yet warm and inviting. She was a stranger to the territory, the rocky terrain, and the full-grown trees in the distance. And although her tall form stood upon a hill, she felt so incredibly small and puny compared to the vast environment around her. She knew that she would have to explore all of this, learn every twist and turn, every corner and lurking predator, and that she'd probably always be exhausted. But this thought did not deter the childlike excitement twisting in her belly, something which she had missed for many moons on end. She knew that now, she'd finally be able to make a place her home. No two legged furless creatures, no gnarly and mean house-cats she'd have to share her home with, just her and her mind, completely at peace, completely alone. Well, completely alone was a bit of a stretch. Though Jazz had only resided in the ever-expanding land for three days, every so often she'd catch a whiff of an unfamiliar feline that'd pass by. Luckily, she hadn't had a run in with them yet, but what if she did? Did she want to find out? One side of her said yes, and the other, smarter side of her said "That's the worst thought you've ever had, Jazz." To which the stupid, yet daring side would reply "Thank you, I try my best." Either way, she knew that if she'd encounter someone, the best thing she could do was to turn it and book it, or at the least look incredibly intimidating. That way, she might be able to snatch some land for herself. Jazz let out a small sigh, lashing her long tail once, before deciding to venture onward. The grass under her paws tickled her paw pads, and involuntarily, her body started trotting in an oddly fast pace. She didn't know where she was going, but apparently her instincts did, so maybe she'd just have to follow them. Perhaps a nice place to sleep was before her, and her mind subconsciously viewed it? Or maybe.. danger? She stopped moving, frozen in her paws as a wave of insecurity crashed over her. Why was she going this direction? It didn't feel good, not good at all. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't yet noticed the approaching cat, and when she did, it was already too late. The stranger's scent overrode her system as she spun around to face Adderpool, the cold, challenging look on her face not telling a single inch of how unsure she felt. The closer Adderpool got, the more nervous Jazz felt. Why was this cat approaching without a word? They didn't look aggressive, but they didn't look friendly, either. Jazz squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as she coldly looked down at the stranger, her tail slowly lashing over the ground as it swished the blades of grass below. She opened her maw slowly, searching for words, before starting with a curt "What do you want." Loner - Where your paws lead you is where destiny is

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Adderpool

"I see things no one else sees."

Adderpool froze in a heartbeat as the black cat whirled on her, one speckled paw still lifted from the step she'd been about to take, and green eyes gazed back unblinkingly as she slowly lowered it, gaze steady on the stranger. Her question, abrupt and demanding, was not really spoken as a question but a statement. As if they would be happy with an answer, but possibly, if Adderpool turned around right now, wouldn't give a mouse's tail if she answered or not. Her stance, her gaze, everything about her hinted at a cat who asked no prey or gave any. If her own judgement could be trusted, that was.

"Nothing." She replied just as briskly, matching the other she-cat's tone. "Just out for a walk. Thought I might hunt, if I came across something worth the effort. Going somewhere, are you?" The question felt stupid. Like something a dull-witted cat would ask. Of course she'd been going somewhere. Where are you going? might have been the better query, but Adderpool didn't really care to know, and sometimes asking questions like that was just opening herself up for a flood of words she didn't care to hear. Going somewhere?, she reasoned with herself, was an observation. She'd seen the cat walking and, while admittedly somewhat curious about her destination, was leaving it to her to answer however she chose. A simple reply- hopefully- or a more long-winded one Adderpool might walk off in the middle of. Whichever she did was up to the other she-cat at this point.

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