One-Eye|47 moon Chimera Female|Rogue|Location- Grassy Field|Mentions- Mince, Ice
"Here, Kitty kitty kitty."
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This place, it was so bland. One-eye padded through the grass, head low and swaying side to side with her meandering gait, adjusting for her blind side. The sun was bright, and warm for a leaf-fall afternoon. the scent of prey lingered in the air, mingled with up-walker and dog scent. One-eye however, had little interest in such scents, not where there were better lingerings in the air. Cats, the knowledge of so many cats drew her paws forward down these unfamiliar trails, through soft woods and gentle streams. It was different than the concrete jungle she knew, a place where nothing was sacred. Part of One-eye missed it already.

Paws slowed as new scents filled the air evaporating her thoughts, infecting her mouth and causing her dark eye to raise itself from the ground. Pointed ears swiveled, the sound of voices riding the current of wind that blew gently across the earth. There were cats nearby. Two, possibly more. It was always difficult to tell, and the prey scent that emitted from their direction didn't help. Paws moved forward once more. Where there were cats, there was information. Information, and thrills. One-Eye felt her face begin to burn with faint excitement at the thought. It had been so long since she played with others.

After a few more fox-lengths, the other cats came into view. One-Eye assessed the situation swiftly, and as her rust glare found the pair, a grin formed across her muzzle. Was it a family? A mother and her kitten? The thought was too much. But no, the scent was to different. Kittens and their mothers always smelled similar, it was disgusting. No, this was a kitten on it's own and a rogue who wanted...who knew. One-Eye's tail tip twitched in excitement as she started forward once again, curious how they would react to a newcomer to the area, a scrawny, dusty, half blind rogue. It was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

One-Eye|47 moon, Chimera Female|Rogue|Location- Grassy Field|Mentions- Mince, Ice
"Here, Kitty kitty kitty."
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Such a tender rogue, feeding the tiny kit. One-eye padded closer, her head twisting as she passed Mince, her paw-steps slowing for a moment as she took in the rogue, leaning close to the other she-cat, whiskers a mere mouse length away from her. One rust, and one foggy eye bored into her unblinkingly; then, in a flash the moment was gone and One-eye had passed, paws taking her twist around the fallen kitten, her tongue swiping across her jaws.
"She's right, you are a skinny thing." The voice that emitted from the cat was lower than expected, slightly raspy as if from lack of use. Yet, it had a silkiness to the tones, the type of words that dripped with layers of meaning to be deciphered.
"What's a little kitten like yourself doing all alone? don't you know, the wild is a dangerous place." She stalked around the young cat, keeping her good eye trained on him. She could scent his fear, the panic in his eyes sending a thrill down her spine, causing her heart to beat excitedly. So delicious. However at Mince's comment, she finally broke away from her predatory circling, resting herself a fox-length away from the others as an innocent demeanor overtook her body, a paw lifting to begin grooming the dusty coat.
"You know, it's polite to introduce yourself, before asking others to." One-Eye lifted her gaze to the she-cat rogue, retaining her unblinking stare.

One-Eye|47 moon, Chimera Female|Rogue|Location- Grassy Field|Mentions- Mince, Ice
"Here, Kitty kitty kitty."
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One-Eye raised an eyebrow at the other she-cat, and suddenly began to laugh, an odd raspy sound. It was so bizarre. Here, there was a cat who had just been offering a kitten prey, and acting all kind suddenly sounding disinterested and unfriendly. How peculiar. It was almost as if the she-cat was trying the same rouse she herself had mastered, the art of acting. Chest rippling with the slowed down chuckles, One-Eye shook her head. This really was a peculiar new place.
"No need to be rude." Her eyes widened, the one rusty depth looking mildly hurt. "Such a switch in nature." The second set of words were muttered towards Ice, her gaze flickering swiftly towards the young cat.
"Not good for gaining trust." The words were even softer, a mere whisper on her lips. Perhaps the kitten had heard them though.
"One-Eye is what they call me. I bet you can't guess why." The amused gaze had switched back to Mince as quickly as it had come, as if she had never averted her attention elsewhere.
"Just passing through, looking to find a spot to rest some tired old paws." A muddy limb raised pityingly, before returning to the earth.
"I heard tales of a barn around here, which is always a nice place for a meal and safety." Turning her unblinking gaze away from the elder of the pair, it fell onto Ice once more.
"You're a scrawny thing, I bet a fat barn mouse would fatten you up.Some warm, fresh kill in the belly, in the comfort of hay with a cover over your head." Her eye glazed over in memory, expression wistful for the perfect amount of time.
"Although, a scrawny rabbit also does well, what would I know. It would make sense not to trust an old cat, but I feel a cold night in my bones." Her narrow shoulders shrugged, confident in the alluring picture of a destination she had painted.

One-Eye|47 moon, Chimera Female|Rogue|Location- Grassy Field|Mentions- Mince, Ice
"Here, Kitty kitty kitty."
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A threat? The she-cat, Mince had no idea. Rising to muddy paws, One-Eye stretched.
"Of course you do. " She said with a purr as she padded an arch around the other rogue, her tail tapping the other she-cat under the chin for a split second before Mince had moved onward to lead the way. At her comment though, One-eye paused.
"Well that's a less than warm welcome to join." Of course it was where that rogue nested, not that she was surprised.
"I always knew rogues had a reputation for being less than polite, but is it really the best to live up to that reputation?" One-eye snorted in a small laugh, and didn't wait for an answer. The elder rogue was far less interesting to her tastes than the smaller one. Paws slowed to pad closer to Ice, her good eye on his side.
"So, whats you're story little one?" His fear scent seemed to have ebbed at the prospect of better food and lodging, and a distracted mind was an easier mind to question.
"It's unusual for a cat so young to be on their own." Granted, she herself had been a wanderer about the same age as Ice, but her own case had been peculiar as well.