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It felt good to be back. The Huntress wandered the streets of the city she once called him with awe of kitten plastered onto her face. So little had changed in the concrete jungle. The desolate landscape proved its timelessness over and over again to her. It was why she enjoyed the place. The decaying city had almost everything the Huntress wanted: immortality and organized chaos. It was a shame ruling that over lifeless rock never entertained her for too long. The awestruck look fell from her face when she felt the eyes of another staring at her back.
"Are you lost, by chance," Link questioned the stranger as he stared at her. Not many cats came here since the smell of two legs was still present, but they were long gone so any newcomer was suspect to him. "Who are you?" he continued. Ever since his travel companion decided to join one of the clans in the forest, he'd been alone. Although he told himself he would never come back here, but with nowhere else to go, he ended up back here.
No cat stopped anyone here unless they wanted trouble. Not that she cared about a little scuffle, but she had more important things to do than fight some random loner. The Huntress flicked her ears as she turned around to see who was approaching her, and found herself slightly surprise at the tom's docile state. She sheathed her claws and returned the star. "No, I'm certainly not lost. I know these streets far better than you do." She turned around and waved her tail. "Who I am is of no importance to you."
"Ha, I doubt it," he said under his breath. She clearly wasn't the friendly type and he wasnt going to stick around to play the guessing game. Shrugging her dismissive manner off, he brushed past and continued on. As of right now, she was just another cat making their way through the area. "Well, I'll see you around, I guess," he said as he walked past her.
She stopped and glared at the tom as he passed. What gave him the right to make that assumption? He knew nothing about her. "Do you doubt me? I grew up here." She twist her paw into the ground and kneaded her claws. She hated being questioned. The Huntress was above receiving such pettiness, and considered a personal assault when someone leveraged it against her.
"Oh yeah? So was I so I'm pretty sure I know my way around here too." he said without stopping. He didn't care enough to ask more. Right now, he was more focused on getting to where he was going. A dull aching pain told him there was going to be some bad weather coming soon and going back to his best was priority. "You should probably seek shelter, stranger, storm's coming." he called back to her.
She hissed under her breath and picked up the pace to chase after him. "That's irrelevant. I never doubted that you know your way around. I just know these streets better than you." The Huntress hissed and ran in front of him to block his path. "You know how I know? No cat born here would have looked at me twice." Rogues in the forest had a lack of empathy, but from her experience city cats held malice for each other.
Link stopped in his tracks and furrowed his eyebrows. She sure does talk a lot. I'm just trying to get out of here. He rolled his eyes dramatically. He could feel his fur begin to prickle with annoyance. "Not all cats are the same," he replied plainly. "That may be true for whoever you met, but it's not for me." A smell he was all too familiar with filled the air - damp moisture. His bones ached more as the storm grew closer. His gaze fell back to the she-cat. "Who are you anyway?" he asked her again.
Her tail swept just a few inches above the earth. "I'm a traveler. Call me whatever you want." The Huntress hardly cared for her own name anymore. That version of herself was lost a long time ago. It was no longer a part of her. Her eyes darted the darkening sky above and back down to him. So he was fleeing a storm. It dated him quite well, and only surprised the she-cat. "Sure, but most of them die young. You can see why I'm doubtful that someone like you can survive here for longer than kithood."
"Okay. 'Stranger' it is then." he replied, shrugging, surprised that she wouldn't give him a name. He couldnt recall a time he met who didn't want to give him a name to call them by. Thinking about what she said, he didnt want to give away too much information. He was a kittypet once, a time he didnt like bringing up now that he's experienced true freedom. Truth be told, he didnt live in the city long, but when he got away from his twolegs long enough to explore most of it. But eventually they would find him and take him back in, cutting his adventures short. "Well as you can see I'm not 'most of them'. You can believe me or not. Doesn't matter either way. Now if you'll excuse me..." he said as he brushed past her again, determined to get to his next destination.
She snorted in amusement at his jest with calling her 'Stranger'. It was fine with her. The 'name' separated her from the past. She doubted anyone would recognize her name now, but it was always better safe than sorry. The Huntress remade herself. She wanted to keep it that way, but she was interested in exactly who he was. "Well, obviously you are not normal. If you were one of us would be bleeding out on the street." She said as he brushed by her. As he passed she lightly grabbed his tail in her jaw. "What I'm interested in is why you are so different..."
Feeling his tail be grabbed, he stopped and looked back. "Let go of my tail," with a hostile edge in his tone of voice. "And what do you mean 'so different'?" he asked after pulling himself away from her. He turned his full attention to her. Was their something she knew and he didn't. From what he remembered, the city wasn't any harder than living in the forest. So why is she making it seem like city life was so difficult. He tilted his head slightly in confusion as he looked at her.
She finally had his full and undivided attention. All it took was a small dose of pain. She grinned a little bit and let go of his tail as he pulled away. "Were you even listening to me? I want to know why you don't keep to yourself." Amusement flared in her eyes as she took another moment to size the tom up. He did not have any spectacular build that made him memorable. He was perfectly average. She brought her gaze back to his eyes. "Or does this cat of mysteries not divulge his secrets?"
Link locked eyes with her. From the look on her face, she seemed to be toying with him. All these questions... Anger flashed but he suppressed it, instead offering her a grin of his own. "That's for me to know and you to find out, Stranger," he replied as if to tease her. "I shall not openly share with somecat I just met." By now, the rain was starting to downpour just outside the city. The tom's ear twitched at the sound of it. Depending on how this goes, he might become stuck in it, considering the persistence of the she-cat to find out more information about him. "Do you hear that, Stranger? That's the storm just outside of this place. Anymore wasted time out here and both of us will be soaked." he meowed more insistently.
Finally, the Huntress saw some fight in the tom. She returned his grin with another one of her own. "Maybe the first smart thing you've said all day." The Huntress was not oblivious to the incoming storm, but she did not care for it. If the storm soaked her fur through and through, then so be it, but this tom before her piqued her curiosity. She knew as much about him as he knew about her: nothing, not how she liked to run things. "Why don't you lead the way then? From what I've heard you allegedly know your way around."
"Sure, sure," he said reluctantly and shrugged before turning around. "Follow me then, Stranger." He led them down the street and through a few abandoned houses. He would occasionally glance back at the she-cat to make sure she was still following him and that she wasnt planning to do anything behind his back. He didnt trust her in the least bit. The fact that she wouldnt tell him anything surely didnt help either. He tasted the air. "We're getting close."
He never failed to surprise her. Why would he turn his back on someone he just met, let alone agree to her proposition? This cat certainly was a puzzler, so she needed to figure him out. She followed him down the winding alleys of the city not on blind faith, but on curiosity in him and confidence in her own abilities should things go south. During their trek through the city a familiar yet foreign scent hit her nose. The League. She chuckled behind him. Of course they were here. "This place secure?"
Her constant chuckling from behind annoyed him "As secure enough for me," he responded over his shoulder. "Why do you ask?" He entered the small building with through a hole in a wall and led them to a room. Once inside, there was a nest made in the corner of it. "Well this is where I stay," he said as he use his tail to motion around the room. "Try not to steal anything, yeah?"
She snorted. Secure enough for you? So almost nothing beyond a few walls and a roof. But, the tom was a loner, and they did not make enemies very often. She did not have any at the moment, but that was bound to change with a little more time. She followed him into the ruined building, and, as expected, was unimpressed with the state of shelter. "Hmpf. You say that like there's something worth stealing in here."
He shot her a glaring look. "Well anything in here has value to me. Doesn't matter if you like it or not," he hissed at her as he took a comfortable position in his nest. Outside, the rain started to downpour. It was a relaxing sound to hear. If not for his "guest" he would have fell sound asleep. "So, why exactly are you so interested in me anyway?" She wouldn't give much more than vague answers before but he thought he would give it another shot, hoping the answer would change. "You could have went on you merry way but here you are....why is that, Stranger?"
