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Siren had claimed home to an old fox den. It was warm and cozy, hidden inside of a berry bush that attracted prey for an easy kill. Life lately had been good. But..she was bored with this. She'd left Primal Instinct moons ago when she'd grow bored with their politics, structure, and overall clan like life. She wanted freedom but chaos, fights and a place to call home. At least as a rogue she could do her own thing and was expected to hunt for others or provide for others. Just herself, only herself.
Stepping outside of her cozy den, she stretched in the afternoon sun. A rumble sounded from her stomch, and with no birds or squirrels seeking teh berries in the bush above her home, she was forced to go furtehr away looking for food. With a lazy step, she began her search knowing that he life was about to change.
He had left the league as well, but for some different reasons. It simply did not offer him anything he didn't already have. That and he almost died doing his job for a leader he did not respect. Why he stayed so long was beyond Omega, but he moved on before he wasted his life away. In the past few moons he spent his time traveling around the rogue territories between the clans, and even some of the lands beyond; however, the tabby didn't meet anyone new. He never enjoyed meeting new cats unless he had to.
The former Stratego's ears perked up when a vaguely familiar scent hit his nose. He knew he recognized it, but he could not place it. It reminded him of the League, but that piece alone did not make sense. He had been around her before that... who was this cat? He followed the scent upwind until he could barely make her footsteps. He ducked inside of a bush, waiting to see if he knew her.
Siren searched lazily for lunch, and then luck came about and placed a bird in her path. The storm grey cat lowered her body to catch her prey, when she heard another sound. At first, she ignored it, her scent still had a little bit of Primal Instinct sticking to it and was sure to scare off many or all cats around here. But then the scent drifted towards her. This one she knew. while she'd never talked to the tom while apart of PI, she'd watched him from a distance. Always impressed with his actions, words, and strength. But why was he here of all places? Abandoning her lunch, she turned her sharp green eyes on the bush nearby.
He always enjoyed hunting birds. The most reward catch was another cat, but birds fell close behind. All of the other prey had the same skills as cats except they were lesser creatures. Squirrels climbed trees, and so did cats. Fish swam faster than cats, but lacked the intelligence to be a challenge. Birds had the power of flight, beyond anything a cat could hope to achieve. Flight gave them more escape routes, and made for a greater challenge. He distracted himself in his musings and did not realize that he rustled the bush. He knew that he was caught before Siren turned around. Any League cat knew better than to ignore such a warning. The tabby rose to his paws and padded out of the bush. "I see my carelessness scared away your lunch."
"Just means you owe me some. So, what are you gonna catch me?" Siren could play this game, she knew it well as many she-cats did. But her song drew more in, and her claws ended them. Gaze locked on him, she took a seat with her tapping tail wrap around her. What was his name again? Sal? No, but something with an s. Or was it an A? Whatever she'd figure it out, no tom had denied her before and he'd be no different. As much as she admired him, she also knew all toms were the same; easily smitten by a pretty she-cat with a sweet song to tell.
He chuckled. An opportunist, like any good rogue he knew. That and his faint memories of the she-cat removed her from his mental list of victims. He knew he could take Siren, but she could certainly wound him. While his combat knowledge was quite expansive, he lacked any sort of advance herbal training. Any wound beyond some simple cuts put him on the edge. "So I do, but I have an uncommon taste, one that I don't think you'd appreciate." He brushed a thin vine around his neck and a bone rolled into view. It wasn't a simple one to obtain, rather it was a vertebra of another cat.
"Oh?" Her eyes were drawn to his neck, impressed with his choice in jewelry. Siren blinked, then showed her best smile. It drew in all the toms. "Try me. I'm sure I'll surprise you. And while we eat, you can tell me about the unfortunate cat that wronged you to earn the privilege of dangling from your neck." Her curiosity was peaked, but she was wasn't too surprised by the cat she admired still being as ruthless as she remembered. "So, still going by name in Primal Instinct? Or did you go and change it on me?"
He knew where she was going. This she-cat wasn't just opportunistic, but a manipulator. The smile, the questions, the jesting, it would have worked on him in his prime. He lost his first mate and his soul mate among other things, so playing this game no longer satisfied him. It felt empty, not that it wasn't a familiar feeling. He just knew what he should feel, and he simply couldn't. Luckily for him, she could never understand that. He had a part to play in this game. Why not play it?
He rolled his eyes and flipped the necklace behind his neck. "You say that now. You just don't strike me as the type." He turned around and set off into the woods. Gesturing for her to follow, he waved his tail. "My name has not changed. Omega has a ring to it that I like."
Siren followed him, curious what he was going to catch them to eat. "Oh, I do agree it has a ring to it. Omega, the underdog." Her grin was followed by a laugh. To think, he'd go by that now. A name like that wouldn't have survived in Primal instinct as it would have been seen as weak. Especially considering that the omega of a pack was the weakest link. Now her name, it was worthy of a seductist like herself. It told everyone who she was, and yet they still fell for her song. "I don't stike you as the type? For what? To hear how some poor cat became jewelry? Oh, but I'd love too. Do say that their death was bloody."
(Sorry this took so long. I wasn't in a great place for writing last week.)
He chuckled and swung his tail just above the earth. "Yes, the underdog." Maybe once he was, but now the name entertained him yet truly defined him. He tried bearing a different name once, and it never quite worked for him. Names had power, and he could never find one more powerful for himself. "The type? It's simple. I thought you were smarter." He flicked his ears when he heard some rustling bushes to his right. He inhaled and exhaled. A loner from the city. Not too far away, maybe a few minutes walk upwind. "The type to chase down and eat a cat, and take what is theirs as a trophy."
(No worries. I’ve been too busy to reply to things this week anyways. So we’re both a little late on replying lol stardance)
Siren bristled, smarter??? Of course she was smart enough. She’d managed this far on her own and could do even more. She’d had toms at her beck and call and all she had to do was wish sweet promises to them that she’d never fulfill. Smart enough!! Of anyone wasn’t it was the cats of Primal Instinct for losing her!!! In her anger, Siren missed his next words. Her fury was enough to murder a few cats, even the one before her if he kept it up.
He was unaware of the she-cat growing anger. He would have never guessed such a thing could anger Siren, so between his expectation and the hunt before him the tom didn't think to look behind himself. The resilience and adaptability of League cats usually was among their strongest traits. Transitiioning between Vera and Funk, even with a few leaders between the two, could easily have been jarring, but they took it in stride. "I myself had some reservations about trying it, but I assure you it is no big deal. We all have different diets, and mine just so happens to include cats."
Siren wrinkled her nose, but held her tongue for the time being. This tom was strange and had angered her greatly, but even she could tell that she was out of her element here and would lose against the tom if she tried to attack him. Her anger was still here, but so was he disgust at the idea of eating other cats. Whatever. As long as he didn't try to eat her, then they'd be fine.
(I was thinking just building some sort of trust for now/ traveling together for a bit. What do you think?)
"Of course, I don't stick to a cat only diet. I eat other things, but there is a certain rush to hunting something that can fight back." He stopped as he heard more rustling in front of them followed by the squeal of some small rodent. He breathed in, and the smell of the tom was considerably stronger. They were close, almost right on top of him. "Why don't you take this one? Sounds like he has something we both want."
(that's fine. Do we wanna time skip or anything? if so just say the word. Maybe we could jump to where he gains her loyalty, either by rescuing her or helping her fight off something. Like a fox or badger?)
Siren rolled her eyes, so much for him catching her some lunch after scaring off her prey earlier. "Sure." She pulled her body down into a crouch, making readjustments to insure her tail wouldn't give her away. Eyes searched the ground for anything like leaves or sticks that would crunch under her paws and that she'd need to avoid. From there, she began her hunt. Scenting the exact location of the prey and darting in from there. This kind of chase, this was enough for her. She didn't particularly want to put much effort into hunting, but she also wanted a full belly. The kill went off without a hitch and she came strutting back with the rodent dangling from her jaws.
He hardly noticed the she-cat make her catch. Some other scent hit her nose, one far more potent than that of a small rodent. The pungent smell overwhelmed his nose with every breath as his ears raced around his head. He swiveled his head and finally heard a yip not too far from them. He sighed. Omega realized why the cat before left: a fox was hunting the same rabbit, and they just got in its way and stole its food. He shouted at Siren as he rose to his paws. "Fox!" An orange canine barreled through the undergrowth and into the clearing underneath the tree. It's eyes locked on Siren and her mouse before charging at her, teeth and claws gleaming in the light.
