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Gossamer Alessandra tilted her head as she walked. What an interesting morning she had had; who would have guessed that she would have actually found Mysterium. After all, she had consdiered the tom as dead as a doorknob. Why else would he have spent so long without trying to find her? She didn't particularly find it fair that her brother hadn't sought to find her, but if he really thought she was dead, she supposed she could cut him some slack. She just wouldn't like it. She let out a sigh, before actually looking around her for the first time in a while. Looked like she had padded right to the world of the Kittypets. Fabulous, some entertainment. That would get her mind off of Mysterium.
Starmie lounged within her yard, the furthermost she'd ever set outside. The weather, the animals, even those awful forest cats were a nuisance to her. Those who left their nests here in the twoleg place were strange cats in her opinion. Resting on the lawn chair in her yard, the calico she-cat soaked in the warmth of the sun's rays on her pelt. the cold of the snow had melted, at least for a few days, but she'd take all the warm sunlight she could.
"Enjoyin' yourself?" meowed the feline as she made her presence known. "It's probably one of the last sunny days in a while." Most of the time, it seemed as if she was talking to herself, and she often seemed perfectly content with that. Her nose twitched slightly as she gazed at the cat in the lawn chair. She blinked her deep indigo eyes, before waltzing right into her lawn. She curled her tail over her paws, making herself right at home. Was this forward? Yes. Was forward Gossamer Alessandra's middle name? Also yes.
Starmie jumped at the sound of another voice. Turning quickly to the source, a little shaken and ruffled that some stranger was in her yard. "Wh-who are you?" Her fur stood on end, a calico fluffy mess, as she backed into the bend of the chair with her startling green eyes focused on the she-cat in front of her. Gaining a little of her confidence--and princess-ness--back, Starmie raised her head in defiance, how dare this random stranger make themselves at home in her yard. It was hers! And she did not share! "Yes, a sunny day. Sunny enough for you to be able to find your way back out to where you've come from."
"Why, aren't you a pleasant little bub!" she purred, deeply amused by the cat. Kittypets were always amusing to her, but it was seldom that one came with a bark. They were always so easily pushed around, but this cat didn't seem to be as pleased to have company as they normally are. "Well, that's not a very good way to make friends, I don't think," she tipped her head, considering this. She was sure that the cat didn't actually want to be friends, but that was okay. Gossamer had a way of making other cats her friend whether or not they expressly consented. "It's a nice place you've got here. Too bad you don't want to share for an afternoon." Her lips pursed into a frown, looking a little bit disappointed. "And I'm the Regime Commander, by the way. I came from the tunnels." She then offered a wink, before turning. "What a shame, what a shame."
A slim black cat hummed cheerfully to himself as he walked casually across the edges of the tall cement walls, his bright jade colored gaze taking in each two-leg yard with mild interest. The day was still young and he had a pouring list of things to do: Princess, Luna, Franny- A chuckle erupted from the tom as his mind listed off names. Oh, not Franny, he just saw her a few nights ago. He purred in private content, his gaze scanning ahead to see two figures in the distance, over a two-leg place he often passed by. Curiosity got the best of him and he couldn't help but proceed forward, noting the tension in one of the cat's body language. He stopped in his tracks, watching on with nonchalant intrigue. He watched on in silence, a smug smirk plastered onto his face as he slowly sank onto his stomach, laying on the stone wall that blocked off the two-leg territory.
Fear coursed through her when she heard the words Regime Commander. To have one of the most feared clan's leaders here, in her yard, caused her great grief. For as much as Starmie put on a show of being strong and independent, she was merely a kittypet. She'd never raised her claws by to bat at toys, never been in a fight, and really had nothing in her favor but talk and gossip. What was she supposed to do now that a Regime Commander was in her yard? Her fear only got worse when another cat appeared at her fence. Why were they visiting her? Couldn't they go elsewhere? Bug a different cat, like the tom down a ways who dreamed of escaping his electric fence? "I..I suppose it wouldn't hurt to-to share this once?" Starmie hoped she sounded calm, reasonable, and like her normal self as she looked away from the commander, choosing to not look at the to on her fence top.
"Aww, sweet pea, you don't have to be scared," she meowed as she turned and padded right over to her. She gave Starmie a little lick on the forehead. "I'm not going to hurt you. The title? Mostly formalities, you can call me Goss," she continued, before she glanced over at the tom. "I was just like one of you not too long ago, without a care in the world." She wiped her paw across her eye as if wiping away a tear. "A simpler time, really. Now they expect me to live in the tunnels and I can't just disappear for days at a time, it's so unfortunate."
She then looked over to the tom. "Now, it ain't very polite just to stare, is it, pretty boy?" she asked with a grin. "If you're going to look at me and my best friend," she turned to the cat whose yard this was, and whispered "uh, what's your name again?" She then spoke a little louder. "f you're Going to look at us, you might as well come chat."
Despite his quiet entrance, the tom was spotted. The realization caused Baron to internally groan. The jig was up. A wide and charming smile grew across the tom's expression as the flame-pointed siamese she-cat called out to him. "And interrupt a conversation between two, close-knit friends? A gentleman would never." Baron spoke up, his tone cool and controlled as his tailed flickered behind him with playful content. "Besides, the view from up here is a great." He winked boldly. If charms could kill...
Starmie was ruffled, this she-cat just licked her. Did she really think that was socially acceptable! Maybe in those awful forest dwellers' opinion but not in a well-bred cat like her. Calico fur stood on end for a moment, frustration edged off her and spiked her temper. Really! These cats just show up, ruin her warm, quiet afternoon and make themselves at home. Did cats have no manners these days?
Hearing the words "live in the tunnels" she shivered. Just thinking about dirtying her beautiful pelt caused her anxiety and anger. She would never, ever dare leave her yard, that much she could promise. Those who came to it, clearly she couldn't control that. "Starmie." Emerald greens darted over to look out the corner of her eye, quickly retreating back a moment later. Looking up, towards her second intruder, she called out, "well, then stay there for all we care. But a polite cat would at least introduce himself if he was going to interrupt someone's day." Starmie's fur was even more ruffled now, she turned away from him, showing her disbelief that such poor manners existed. Forest cats, how she despised them.
Baron smirked, his Jade green eyes focused on the brave kittypet. She was quite brave for having two stranger cats entering her yard. He leap gracefully onto the grass before make his way towards the two she-cats. As he approached, a familiar scent hit him. "Aah... a Regime cat." He pointed out, unaware of the true identity of the flame-pointed she-cat. He had very little experience with the Renegade Regime, but the scent was unique and strong nearest the tunnels that ran throughout the land. "You in any trouble here love?" Baron asked casually, almost bored as he took a look at the Kittypet before him, taking a far longer look, one that could have either been uncomfortable for the she-cat or taken as a compliment.
Starmie squared her jaw, settled her eyes and spoek with clear annoyance. "Do I look in trouble to you?" She'd settled fairly well considering. But she wouldn't dare show any more weakness in front of these forest cats. Besides, how dare they interrupt her day. But...maybe she could make the most of it. She'd finally have proof as to how bad these acts were to help scare the other kittypets to staying in their yards. Calico fur was roughed from fear and from having been startled, Starmie turned to deal with it. No way was she having guests in her yard and looking a mess as she currently was.
