The Games We Play (Tag Fab/Oleander) Mar 23, 2020 18:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Taxx on Mar 23, 2020 18:13:34 GMT -5
Backdated to Leaf-bare 11 The sun peeks out over the horizon, promising a rare day of beauty and sunshine, the freshly fallen snow from the night before glittering in the light, but clouds cover the sky by nightfall.
"I see things no one else sees."
The den stank, a clear warning of danger that Adderpool had every intention of heeding. She was only passing by, really, on her way back to the Hollow where she lived with Hemlock. Just another obstacle to avoid. Rats were prey, and she'd had them enough times in her moons as a TreeClan cat, but in hoards like that? Best to leave them be. She had heard the tales, as had any apprentice, of the ferocity they could attack with, the wounds they could inflict with tooth and claw- rats were meat-eaters too, if they managed to find easy prey.
The scent of another cat didn't give her a reason to stop, at first. There were plenty of loners about, and most tended to keep to themselves. The friendly ones could be amusing now and then, but more often than not, Adderpool preferred not to engage. They might be fun for a short time, but ultimately? None were half as interesting as she'd prefer.
The trail seemed to lead the same way she was going, though, and Adderpool kept her eyes open, gaze fixing on a flicker of motion, the sun flashing off a silver coat. Briefly she considered if it was even worth talking to the cat, wondering if she'd regret it, but even as the thought flickered through her mind she saw him stop; she kept on, and in another minute they were only a couple tail-lengths apart. Adderpool met the cat's eyes- a tom, she could tell, now- and dipped her head in a silent nod of greeting.
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