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Gossamer had heard that certain cats were coming into the city, and they, assumingly, thought they owned the place. Absum Lux was a bunch of pushovers; she had been able to run the streets without being bothered much by the neutral group. She had heard the new lords of that territory, Primal Instinct, were not as friendly. However, this was all just heresay. She wasn't even sure that the more aggressive cats had moved into the city, or if that was a rumor. However, it was about time for her to figure it out.
She let out a bemused purr, before stepping into the territory that had once been Absum Lux. It had never been her favorite part of the city, but there were a few places where the views were pretty. The pale cat glanced around, taking in the sights of the world that was once run by a weak coalition. If Primal Instinct hadn't taken over the land, perhaps it would be a good place for a gang to take over. Her eyes flashed; how easy it would be to get cats to follow her.
It was then that she heard a noise, and her purr became louder. "That was fast," she murmured to herself, taking a few steps deeper into the inner city.
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POSTEDOct 12, 2019 14:00:25 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Whatever rumors were spread about the League, the princess of Primal Instinct didn't match them. Perhaps it was because she didn't join, but was born to a outsider Nemesis, raised to have some semblance of personality outside of murder and torture. Hers was one of desperation and energy, beauty and self-deprecation, loyalty and wanderlust. Riamu (technically -kun, but she never told anyone that) was out of her father's territory for the second time in a month.
Her first excursion had been a summer fling between her and a Dayclan tom, Pythoncrush. He had been into her, and he was older and interesting and fun. But she had grown bored, eventually. He wasn't her One Great Love, so she had gone home. Now she was wandering the city, outside the limits of protection, thrilled with the potential danger and excitement.
She spotted another she-cat, and bounded from her spot behind a large dumpster. Riamu was a sight to see, truly, with her glossy cream bengal coat and her round, bright hazel eyes. "Hello!" She said, her youth apparent in her voice, offering Gossamer a smile.
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POSTEDOct 12, 2019 17:46:15 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Fast and friendly, it seemed. Amusement passed in the she-cat's eyes as she twirled her tail in the air. Perhaps this was a sign that the balance of the city was not going to be nearly as disrupted as it was suggested. That would be good, that she could stay queen without much effort. She would appreciate that. Although, it was safe to say that she was amused by the idea of a shakeup. Even the city got boring sometimes...
"Why, hello there! Charmed to meet you," she meowed with a slight purr. Despite being born and raised in the city, the she-cat had a warm, drawling accent. "My name's Gossamer Alessandera." No one ever called her by her full name. Very few people called her even by Gossamer in full. She flashed a wide smile at her. "I don't believe that we've met previously- and if we have, my apologies- so that must mean one thing. You must be one of those country folk that seem to have migrated to the city, mm?"
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POSTEDOct 13, 2019 12:13:58 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Riamu was pleasantly surprised at the she-cat's initial reaction- most of the strangers she met started off as hostile, or at least tense. But Gossamer Alessandera- what an elegant name- seemed to be as cordial as Riamu tried to be. And her accent was intriguing as well. Riamu's tail swished as she spoke, her admiration clear in her eyes.
"It's so nice to meet you too! I'm Riamu." She paused as she processed the question. "I suppose so, I'm part of the League," Riamu was still relatively young, and the move to the city was fading from her important memories. To her, it felt like she'd always lived here. "Are you a loner, or part of another group?"
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POSTEDOct 15, 2019 14:08:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Although Gossamer Alessandra would never use the language of cordial for herself, perhaps it was a good starting point in understanding the young cat. She was warm and friendly, albeit also mischievous and easily bored. Not that this was uncommon for her age; she was only ten moons old, after all.
"Charmed to meet you, Riamu," she meowed with a radiant smile, before tipping her head. "Part of the League," she then hummed- so, it was true. Those mean old cats had come to take away her reign over the city. How... disappointing, perhaps? This disappointment, though, did not reach her eyes. "Me? A part of a group?" she let out a laugh. "I've never considered myself the kind of team player it takes to be in a group." Her tail spun through the air as her smile increased. "And I definitely aint a house cat, so I guess that means I'm a loner?" She tilted her head. "Although roamer sounds like it would better suit me;I come and I go as I please."
Pleased with her own answer, she blinked. "And, let me say, I suggest letting yourself be as free as the breeze to come and go."
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POSTEDOct 22, 2019 13:58:59 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Oh, I am! Or I try to be, at least. I can come and go without any consequences," Riamu shrugged, unaware of how unusual her situation was. Not many cats could flit off on adventures and return at their leisure- that came with the benefit of your dad being in charge. But she liked being able to relate to this exotic, intriguing she-cat. Her own wanderlust had always been strong, and she was proud to be able to call herself a roamer now, too.
"I've been to Dayclan and back already, too," she offered the information readily, eager to impress. No need to mention Python, really. That was a minor detail.
