Right after meeting Lucian, Wise silently gestured Felix to follow him outside Random Play. He tried to look calm, but he didn't notice the beads of sweat forming in his temple...
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| 猫 |— It seemed that Felix was a little too eager to follow Wise the moment she clocked his gesture with her trotting behind him to a more secluded area. She was a little confused as to what exactly he was wanting from her but, she didn't mind. She just liked being able to speak to Wise.
"Yep, this is the one." There was a moment where he wondered what she was staring at--maybe she wasn't used to humans? That seemed unlikely, unless she had come here straight from Kahje or something.
"Anyway, uh, c'mon in," he continued, stepping to the side to give her space to walk inside. "You wanna take a look around the place?"
In all the moons Bluestar had served ThunderClan as their leader, she never could’ve imagined that their home- the only one her cats’ ancestors and themselves had ever known- was being destroyed. Torn apart.
Twolegs were responsible for the destruction, the danger… but no matter how resentful she was, no matter how angry, she was a clan leader. She had to be strong for her clanmates.
ThunderClan’s deputy, Tigerclaw, was watching over the camp for now, acting as leader in her place until she returned, which she’d told him would be the next day.
She hoped it was true.
The she-cat had been quick on her feet since she’d left at dawn; now it was late in the afternoon, approaching evening, and she hadn’t stopped yet, save for a few pauses to sit and rest her legs.
But this new area she found herself approaching… was massive. Having come up over a short hill, Bluestar stood with wide eyes at the tall Twoleg structures, and she could hear the distant roar of the monsters that roamed there. The only thing that drew her to this place was the fact that she knew not every structure would be fully intact, or even inhabited; as long as it was far enough from where the majority of the Twolegs and monsters were, perhaps there was a chance her clan could shelter there until they found a better home, back in the wild where they belonged.
…if it were possible.
Bluestar knit her brows and hurried down the slope, soon finding that her paws had led her onto an odd, semi-smooth gray surface- which seemed, luckily, to be on the outer edges of this… odd, stinking Twoleg dwelling.
Her blue/gray coat, already a bit messy from the long travel of the day, suddenly bristled everywhere; she’d gotten close to a structure that had no scent of Twolegs or anything else, but the snarling and stench of a large dog definitely caught her attention.
Flooded with terror, the molly raced on tired legs in the other direction, her blue eyes darting around in search of somewhere to escape- and before she knew it, she was scrambling beneath a break in a fence with a silver, hard touch, then turning a corner into an alley where she knew the dog couldn’t reach her. It couldn’t get through the fence, either.
Trembling with exhaustion and fear, Bluestar panted heavily, finally letting herself sink into a ‘loaf’ position. She would have to keep looking for somewhere for her warriors to stay later, she supposed…
Wait- something told her she was being watched. Forcing her achy body up, she unsheathed her claws and arched her back. She’d smelled an unfamiliar tomcat.
“Show yourself!” she snapped at the shadows, pupils shrunken to slits. There was no power left in her for any other dangerous situations.
In Failume Heights, Wise sat waiting at the cable car entrance in Failume Heights, looking at the wallpaper of Trigger on his phone. He had photographed one of the rare times she was out of her military uniform, her smile somehow more radiant than ever. What Wise didn't know was that one of his other female friends could see his phone background quite easily where he sat...
Yuzuha peeked around the corner, staring at Wise's phone. A grin started to form on her face. Slowly walking up, hands in her pockets, she leaned over Wise's shoulder. "Who's the girl? Someone from Obol?"
The she-orc huffed and stared at the vulpine beastfolk. "What do you want from me, dog?" she demanded in a gruff voice.
The white-furred fox-man blushes, looking away for a moment upon realizing he forgot what he was going to ask her, as he got caught up in... admiring her. "Ohhh, hi..! I'm not a dog, but that aside, ahem-" He says, clearing hsi throat as he forces himself into a more business-like composure.
"I heard that if I want someone with knowledge of this region, that I should come here..?" He asks, as he steadies himself. "Though for some reason, I feel like I might've been given only half the information I need..." He admits, partly to himself...
He's so embarrassed.
"Ven, don't getcha self locked up, please..." said Sergio.
"I'm afraid that's something I cannot promise at the moment. Knowing Nefarious, he's probably going to try and do something, and when he does I won't hesitate to do what needs to be done in order to keep my brother safe."
