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He was naturally graceful, a gift that rarely came into full use in his training as a guider, but had always made maneuvering through the terrain of the Regime a little easier than it might have been for the less sure-footed among the group. It has often helped when spotting and climbing to get to the occasional rare herb, and in times past had helped in other, odder ways he dared not even try and share. But either way, that day it served the black and white tom well again as he moved through the crystal caverns.
He wasn't really suppose to be there, although in truth there was nothing saying that he couldn't. The tom was really just enjoying, for a quiet moment on his break, the shine, glow, and gleam of the crystals that grew throughout the area. Even though the rushing water was ever a drowning warning sound in his ear, one that reminded him once small step could be deadly, he enjoyed the tranquil beauty of the place that had, in recent moons, become even quieter. The place had once been a fairly plentiful hunting ground, and while he was sure it would soon be again, the place had been hunted through to the point of nearly wiping out the prey population. Now, the place was like an odd husk; quiet and lonely, and oddly solemn as the crystals reflected off stray light in a few threads of color. It could have been considered eerie, but in the silence, Vincent felt a small amount of familiarity and comfort.
"Looks like we both had the same idea." Atticus Snowfeather had heard Vincent's pawsteps on the soft earth before his fellow Guider had even noticed him there, relaxing quietly by the river's edge, one of his front paws dipped in slightly, breaking up the water as it flowed by. The crystals immediately surrounding him reflected a variety of different colors on his pure-white pelt, almost painting him in light. It certainly didn't come as a surprise that Atticus of all cats noticed the other tom; even the most graceful and light-footed of Soldiers were never able to get the drop on him - what he lacked in his dreadfully poor eyesight he made up in his hearing twofold. "You on your break too, Vince? I'm surprised the Superior let you go with how few of us there are."
Vincent's ear's perked at the sound of the other tom's voice, turning his gaze to see the Atticus at the water's edge. "Guess I got lucky, or there was a scheduling error. Either way, I'm not necessarily unhappy to get a moment off." Vincent's tone was light and warm, and yet there was an obvious hint of weariness in the tom's voice. Breaks had been few and far between for the tom, in fact he'd just refused to take any a few weeks ago when his sister had been in the thick of being sick with green cough, and only now with her in gradual recovery had the tom really found himself a moment to breath. Even still, he was trying to keep himself optimistic and preserve his normal good spirit.
Quietly, he padded over to where the other guider was, careful to keep wary of the sometimes slippery edges of the stream. "This is a nice place to visit though, even though the Scouts normally are all over this area. It's weird to see it so quiet for a change, actually, but it's certainly more peaceful." The tom noted, trying to ignore the obvious implications of how barren the hunting had gotten and focus on what little bright-side there was.
"Things'll get more lively around here sooner or later," Atticus remarked encouragingly, as if reading Vincent's mind. The tom scooted over slightly so his fur was lightly pressed up against the cave wall, to give his companion room to sit beside him. "Haven't you noticed the weather starting to warm up a bit already?" Sunlight filtered in through the large cracks in the ceiling, bathing the area in a warm glow, even as flickering white snowflakes fluttered down with it, landing in the icy water. This place was one of the closest underground areas to the surface, and the closest Guiders like them would ever get to being up there for longer than a quick herb run. "In any case, how's your sister getting along? Is she recovering well?"
