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Scout Anwen had always been a bit too interested in the outside world. She was the one that asked too many questions and stayed out much to long after the sun went down. While she did her duties as was expected of her, some thought her a tad bit strange at times while some didn't trust her at all. Today was no different than any other day. She had been out wandering the borders, hoping to find something interesting that might happen. She lifted her head up to scent the air. The smell of BrookClan was strong here, but then again she was at their border so it was to be expected. Still nothing though. After a moment she let out a bored sigh and turned to head back towards the tunnels.
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POSTEDJan 19, 2019 16:54:48 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Nera was often on the border, looking out to the rest of the world. It was if he truly was never meant to be contained to BrookClan. Of course, this wanderlust had gotten him nowhere good before. The marbled brown tom let out a sigh, before moving his gaze from the sky to the world around him. A shape loomed closer, and it was enough to make the young tom jump slightly in surprise. It wasn't often that cats on the surface came towards this border.... His ears pricked and he rose into a standing position. Should he be alarmed at the fact that the cat was coming near to him? Or should he just accept it and move on? Knowing the recent tensions between the two groups, he decided that that was probably not the best idea. So, making himself look as big as possible, the cat began to speak.
Anwen paused when she heard a voice coming from the BrookClan border. Perhaps she should have brought a mercenary with her after all. If she had however, they would have complained about coming this close to the BrookClan border. Of course curiosity got the better of her so in the end so the young cream colored she cat padded forward, her green eyes glinting as she spotted the one who had called out to her. "Good Afternoon." Her greeting was a bit too friendly considering the tension between their two groups at the moment, but at the same time, Anwen wasn't necessarily interested in political affairs.
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POSTEDJan 19, 2019 23:29:28 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"That wasn't really an answer to my question," Nera responded with a flick of his tail. The cat looked like she was slightly older than him, but perhaps he only thought that way because he had been a Kadet for the better part of the last nine moons. He had been cursed to an eternal training. She, at least, looked like she was of full rank. She didn't look she was a fighter, though, at least not according to what he knew about the Regime. She looked too small for that. "What's your name?" he then tried again, trying to still look as big and tall and authoritative as possible, even though in all honesty he held no power nor any right to pretend he did.
"Well, my name is Anwen, but...What exactly are you doing?" Was he trying to look threatening? She honestly didn't feel threatened, but was she supposed to?" She knew things were tense with BrookClan right now, but she had no reason to believe that this cat meant her any harm yet and even if he did, all she had to do was call out. She was pretty sure a patrol was in this area today so someone was bound to hear her call.
