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Niarra flexed her claws into the dirt, a motion that hinted at a boredom that rested in her visage. Boredom was not a typical emotion that cats of this particular group felt, but the feline tended not to follow the herd. The sheep that gathered at the feet of Vera E'tani frankly bored her. They were listless and focused on pleasing the queen. Although Niarra played her part in such tasks (she'd like to consider herself a top huntress of the group), she did so in a way that was much more methodical than most. Her ambition was unchecked, but in a way that was smart. She never made her vision of the throne obvious to others. She was one of the felines that was generally not the worst to be around, and she did her job. Other cats tended to like her, as much as a murderer could like a thief. It was all part of her plan...
The golden she-cat let out a sigh, before removing herself from camp and into the dark forest...
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 22:45:25 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Without an notice or invitation, the black shape of Elleth fell in place beside the other she cat. "Going out for a hunt?" She asked the bland and casual phrase heard a thousand times before, though in the peculiar way she said it there was something just short of mocking to the words - like the question was the set up to some hilarious joke that was being prepared for an invisible crowd, as if somehow the question itself couldn't even be taken seriously. But the payoff seemed to be stalled, a weird patient silence seemed to linger, as if the hunter was waiting for the other she cat to respond like there was a specific set of obvious words suppose to come as a reply.
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 23:38:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"It wasn't my immediate intention," she meowed honestly. She found that cats trusted those who were completely honest most, and if her plan to succeed was ever going to work, she had to start somewhere. Forging trust was the first step to a master plan that was being crafted almost since the first day she was old enough to think for herself. "However, if you'd be willing to join me, I think that would be a good way to spend our time. We might as well hunt while the hunting is still good. Heaven knows that soon enough, the frost will set in." She said this with a laugh, her voice casual as she spoke. "Two hunters is better than one, when it comes to this sort of thing, hmm?"
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POSTEDNov 24, 2018 23:49:04 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Hmm. Well, sorry to kind of burst your bubble, but I was about to say if you were planning on going hunting it's sort of pointless. Even if the hunting is still good, only half of it in inedible anyways." She said, with a half amused laugh. Still, her sunflower yellow eyes flashed with a moment of sympathy, and after giving a lick to her ebony black paw, she opened her mouth to speak yet again. "But, you know, it's you're lucky day. Because even though I hate pointless things, I really hate doing nothing even more. And I've got nothing better to do. So sure. Let's hunt." The words were said with a hint of sarcasm, but there was something warm enough to them to be friendly in nature. Before the other she cat could even begin to perhaps change her mind, she quickened the pace a hair, as if somehow that would strive off any ideas to the contrary of being caught up in spending time 'kind-of-hunting-but-not-really" with her.
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POSTEDNov 30, 2018 22:56:13 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"It almost always is, dear friend," she meowed with a chuckle. "Most of the prey in this territory is inedible, but I'll be damned if I let anyone show me up in terms of who is the best huntress. I'll catch it all just to spite the world, hmm?" Her laugh was not the kind of laugh you would expect from Primal Instinct, and in that way, it was enchanting. It was the kind of laugh you wanted to hear forever, low, warm. It was alien in these parts, and Niarra knew it. Yet, she still laughed, still enjoyed what little of this place she could enjoy before she took control into her paws.
The golden she-cat smiled when the other accepted her invitation. "Perfect," she purred. There was a glint to her eyes as she spoke the word. "Let us go, then. I find that the best place is deepest within the forest. The creatures are much more willing to come out in the darkness." She flicked her tail, before moving in the direction of the thickest part of the forest. "We might even be lucky enough to see something fascinating while we are out."
