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Luca was a wanderer, and part of the beauty of Swiftclan was that it allowed him to float with the wind, wherever it carried him. Currently, he was invested enough in the group that he returned at decent intervals to help keep it fed, but he didn't doubt that eventually he would grow bored and drift away permanently. Currently, he was roaming somewhere near Moonclan, sniffing out a particularly juicy smelling mouse.
He had moved too close to the border, he realized apathetically. Personally, he found borders and structured clan life rather monotonous, but the clan cats tended to get territorial. Wanting to avoid a fight, Luca started to head off again, until he realized there was a she-cat watching him from within Moonclan territory. Finally, something interesting.
"Hello there!" He called, his amber eyes focusing on the cat with a bright glimmer. The wiry ginger tom turned to face the newcomer, retaining a friendly posture. "I'm Luca."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. Of all things that she didn't want to deal with, this was probably all of them. It had been a few days since the former Janus that now led MoonClan had looked at her paw, and although it was feeling better today, she probably didn't have it in her to fight another cat. Yet, duty called, and she'd been watching him for a few moments to see if he'd leave of his own volition. That plan, she now realized, was soiled, and now she had to interact.
"Awfully friendly for someone about to walk over my border." Mottledcypress sounded unimpressed as she padded closer to him, her eyes never opening more than their previous narrow. If he watched her carefully, he'd probably notice her slight limp, but she still presented herself as a formidable enemy. She inhaled his scent, quickly locating its place. "Guess that can be expected from a SwiftClan cat. You don't set up guarded borders and you think the whole world is your oyster." Once close enough, the she-cat sat down again, although it was clear by the tension in her body that she'd be able to jump out of her position at a moment's notice.
"Mind telling me what you're doing here, Luca?" It was about now that she realized she had never said her name. Normally, she'd think that was a good thing; intruders didn't need to know who she was. But, another part of her thought maybe she owed it to him. She didn't owe him any kindness, but maybe he'd be more willing to talk if he had a name to the face? "Mottledcypress." She meowed after a moment's pause in anticipation of what his first question would be.
"Borders are such boring things, Mottledcypress," Luca responded brightly, tilting his head as he looked at the she-cat closely. "But if it bothers you so, I won't come any closer." He sat where he stood, as if to prove his point. There was nothing physically impressive about the ginger tom, apart from perhaps a hint of speed to his build, but there was a certain amused intelligence in his gaze.
"I'm not doing much, actually. Just wandering. Like you said- the world is my oyster. Have you ever had oyster? I had a friend who lived near the ocean, and one time the two of us cracked one open to try it. Very slimy and salty- I really wouldn't recommend." Luca chuckled, amused. "And what are you doing, beautiful? On your millionth patrol of the month? Don't your duties ever weigh on you?"
She fought the urge to get irritated at his comment about borders. "We can't all act like we own whatever land that we wander upon," she muttered in response, her tail flicking slightly at the tip. "You cross that one and I will make you eat your tongue." She offered a slight smile at that, but there was a glint in her eye that suggested maybe she wasn't kidding. When he sat down, she relaxed slightly, but only ever so slightly.
Her ear flicked at his conversation. "No, I've never eaten an oyster. Believe it or not, creatures of the sea don't regularly stay in the MoonClan territory." Her words were blunt, although maybe she was starting to warm up to him. It was hard to tell- Mottledcypress wasn't always the ... nicest of cats. "Beautiful, am I?" She smirked slightly in amusement. He wasn't wrong, she wasn't particularly a visual spectacle, but she certainly wasn't ugly. "Bold of you to try to flirt so soon after our wonderful introduction." Her tail tip flicked as she shifted her weight to favor her foot. "As for what I'm doing, I was taking my afternoon stroll through the woods. I like the suggestion that SwiftClan doesn't have duties, though. Probably wouldn't admit that to an enemy again." She winked, before shaking her head. "I do have to say, though, mine have been taxing lately."
"Beautiful and funny, too," Luca laughed, enjoying the fact that she didn't seem to entirely like him. "And we do have duties, but they're split. Mine is wandering and gathering reconnaissance, so technically I'm hard at work right now." He didn't appear hard at work, but Luca rarely did.
"You should try traveling," he said casually, as if it were that easy to up and leave one's clan. "I always say everyone has to see the ocean once. Were you born in Moonclan or did you grow up elsewhere?"
"Oh, great. Glad I'm talking to some sort of secret agent," she meowed with a narrowed gaze, although there was a hint of a laugh in her voice.
She then tipped her head, relaxing ever so slightly. "Born and raised here." There was no emotion in her words; she was neither glad nor sad that she had never left the borders in which she had always been confined. "Seems like a lot of work to cut off all ties with the cats I've grown up with, then have to hunt all of my own food instead of most of it, yada yada. Although, the ocean might be nice to see. Tell me about it?" she found herself asking, surprisingly interested.
