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Mizzle hadn't left when her mother had. Of course, at the time it made sense. She still wasn't in good health, and besides, Creek was in the League. Now, that had all changed. Creek wasn't Shaman, Funk barely had time to see her it felt like, and she was all alone.
So, she was finally healthy enough to make the journey, and with Primal Instinct seeming to crumble down around itself, the dilute tortie tabby found herself wandering aimlessly through the tunnels near the Regime, hopelessly trying to find anyone who might know where to lead her. Berry blue eyes peered around corners as she scented the air. She must have gotten into their territory, because she could make out the scent of cats, not that helped her to navigate.
Compared to any other cat her age, she was especially slim, almost skeletal, not particularly muscular. Mizzle was delicate appeared much like a doll of glass that might shatter if you weren't careful.
(I'm moving this to present day if you're okay with that)
Sapphira was on a tunnel patrol. These tunnels were fairly close to the main camp and checked just a few hours ago, but she had some free time and liked to spend it doing good for the Regime rather than catching up on her sleep. It wasn't like she'd be able to get much rest anyway. Sure, Sapphira had grown up during a famine, but lately she'd gotten used to the feeling of a full belly as of late. Going to bed hungry kept her awake.
She heard pawprints and came to a halt, angling her hears around almost as an owl does its head, trying to find its source. She scented the air and redirected her path down a lesser used tunnel and just barely made out the ghostly form of Mizzle.
"This is Renegade Regime territory," Sapphira said abruptly although the way she delivered her formal message was friendly enough. She wasn't an aggressive cat by nature, "State your name and purpose for being here."
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 18, 2021 19:33:25 GMT -5
(Ye, that's fine. cx)
The delicate feline paused at the voice of another, head turned to peer at Sapphira with a wide gaze. Mizzle hadn't necessarily expected to see anyone quite so soon. "Mizzle, and I'm wanting to join the Regime. My mother, Blue, lives here." She explained upon request. The she-cat wasn't wanting to cause trouble in her potential new home.
