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Riamu (she refused to call herself Riamu-kun outside of the League boundaries) had never felt so alive, still high off the adrenaline rush that came from undertaking her own adventure. Freshly a trainee, privileged due to her father, she knew that she would not reap the consequences that a regular League cat would from disappearing for many weeks at a time. Her wanderlust had been building for the last moon, her delicate paws yearning to go, explore, see.
So she had. Luckily she was already full-sized, with a slender bengal figure of cream and mocha, with pale green-brown eyes. Arrogant as only the young could be, she thought her beauty and her lineage kept her safe from harm. She had received a decent amount of training from her father as a kit, enough to live off her own hunting skills and enough to defeat a kittypet in battle. However, she knew she was no match for a clan cat. Luckily, she had no intention of fighting any. Riamu simply wanted to meet them.
No one needed to know her age, or who her father was. She smelled like the League, but just barely. She was sure she could defuse any tension that might arise from her presence. Riamu had been walking for the entire day and into the night, delighting in lakes, brooks, and forests that she found along the way. She skirted the edge of Dayclan territory now, her figure highlighted in silver moonlight, searching for the next thing.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 10, 2019 9:18:39 GMT -5
Pythoncrush was bored. He'd been a part of DayClan now for three moons, he even had their scent now, but it had been three moons of a routine he found dull. Today, he'd decided to take the day off. The skinny brown tom was presently padding along the edge of DayClan's territory in the dead of night, occasionally setting a single paw over the border just because he could. When he was a rogue Pythoncrush had been able to go where he pleased, do what he pleased. The young cat had once spent an entire day sleeping on the top of a sleeping monster, because he didn't have a patrol to go on.
Why had he even done this? Clans were strange and crowded and loud, all things that he hated. Pythoncrush felt frustrated as he padded on along the border, desperate for something new. Perhaps he wasn't cut out to be a warrior. Their lives were order and borders and dead mice. What fun was that?
His inner-monologue was interrupted when he caught a scent of a cat that was definitely not DayClan. Ears alert, he paused and slid back into his territory a couple of rabbit lengths. He'd spent the day aimlessly wondering and hadn't met a single cat. Now with the moon high and the clan asleep, he felt very alone as he waited to spot this cat.
Riamu wandered slowly into his line of sight, nose held high as she caught the tom's unique scent. Her oval ears perked, her interest piqued by the potential to meet a clan cat. The slender princess lifted her head, whiskers twitching thoughtfully. After a moment of pause, she called out.
"Hello? Is anyone there? I mean no harm, and I'd love to chat with you!" Riamu searched the foliage with her hazel eyes as she spoke, wondering who would emerge; who would her first travel acquaintance be?
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 10, 2019 11:59:05 GMT -5
The voice that called out surprised Pythoncrush, it was a pleasant and non-threatening. It disarmed Pythoncrush and he stood up, pacing to the border. He tried to act warrior-like, his head was high and tail flicking, claws out and fur slightly fluffed, "you are very close to DayClan territory, as I am sure you realized." He stopped a fox length from her and stood, pale green eyes taking her in, "care to explain why," he paused to take in her scent, unable to identify any clan that wasn't one of the forest clans, "a cat from a distant clan is here?"
Riamu felt a pleasant thrill of fear- how exciting to be confronted by a clan cat! Riamu offered him another smile, one that was admiring and slightly flirtatious, knowing that her appearance served her well with most. The fact that he didn't know her scent was also a bonus. "Oh, yes, I did realize I was close to the border. But I didn't cross, so the two of us have no issue, right? I promise you that I'm no threat to Dayclan."
The bengal sat, draping her tail over her feet, seemingly unfazed by his protective stance. "My name is Riamu, and I'm simply a wanderer. What's your name?" Her tone betrayed a hint of her naivety, her vivid youthful emotions, and her sheer interest in him.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 10, 2019 12:34:01 GMT -5
Pythoncrush continued to be surprised by her, "alright," he responded after a moment. "I believe you." Honestly, she probably could have crossed the border without him lifting a paw. She was... quite charming. He padded right up to the border and sat as well, "I am Python," he didn't like the -crush and tended to drop it when possible. "It is very nice to meet you, Riamu. Where are from?" Her name didn't fit with the clans, which he actually liked.
An owl hooted above them and he glanced up, slightly nervous. Pythoncrush hated the dark and also found himself worried about the smaller cat in front of him. Though she looked fully grown, her kindness and openness worried him. Perhaps she was slightly younger than thought.
"An outside group," Riamu shrugged, not knowing how much this tom knew about Primal Instinct just by name. "The League," she went with their nickname, to make it less obvious. She liked his name as well, it was much less abstract than her own name. "It's so nice to meet you, too," she purred, leaning in closer. Her scent, reminiscent of marigolds and honey, came in a waft towards Pythoncrush, her smile warm and welcoming.
If she had been another cat in the League, her intentions could have ranged from seduction to cannibalism. But the thing Riamu had always wanted, desperately, was to be found desirable, simply to be wanted and even loved some day. When she was alone, it consumed her thoughts. And this tom seemed to be somewhat into her already. She had latched on to that, drawing him closer. "Are you scared of owls, or the dark?" She asked, gently teasing.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 15, 2019 11:01:06 GMT -5
"The League," Pythoncrush felt he should know that name but he couldn't quite connect it to Primal Instinct, a group he'd only ever been warned about in hushed whispers. But it sounded rather foreboding to him and for a heartbeat he wondered if he should chase her away. But then her scent wafted around him and all thoughts of chasing her away disappeared. Besides, she was young and beautiful, hardly an evil looking creature.
"The dark," he admitted, never one to lie when confronted with anything. "I was never in the complete darkness in twolegplace, I find it hard to adjust to now." His pale green eyes flicked over her pelt and he was surprised how taken with her he was. There were attractive cats in DayClan and Pythoncrush had quickly gained the reputation of a flirt, but Riamu was different to him somehow. Exotic. And he found himself hoping she found him attractive as well. He knew his short dark brown coat, large ears, and narrow face was a different look in DayClan. But what about this League? Were all the cats there as alluring as this Riamu?
From a young age Riamu had always been surrounded by the sameness of her family- bengals, sleek and elegant. Python was certainly different looking, in a way that pulled her in, making her eager to discover more about this foreign tom. "Twolegplace?" She asked, tilting her head. "Were you a twoleg pet?" There was no judgment in her voice; unlike most, she didn't dismiss kittypets. In fact, she found them fascinating.
As a fresh-faced and bright-eyed daughter of a king, everything exotic was fascinating to her. It was inevitable that life would lose its luster, but for now every day was an adventure.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 22, 2019 23:18:20 GMT -5
"Yes," he responded, honest again, "for awhile. When I was about 7 moons I grew bored and left, I was a rogue for a really long time." Pythoncrush didn't like discussing that part of his life. He'd done some things he was not proud of and tried to make it up to himself and StarClan now. Something about her was mysterious to him, perhaps it was her name or her home, but he wanted desperately to know her. "What about you? Does the League ever interact with twolegs?"
Clan cats avoided them, which was strange to him. They were dumb, easily out-maneuvered, and generally a very low risk to cats. He even missed them a little.
