Dwelling In Shadows [Open]

Jester’s paws made some squishy and crunchy sounds as he stepped over the cold half-frozen mud. This might not be his first time in these specific territories, but he still couldn’t get used to the mud that seemed to cover them all. It made him slower, clumsier, and at times he feared could get stuck in it…each one of these wild territories seemed to pose a different challenge.

During normal circumstances, the black tabby would’ve voided crossing the borders of wild cat territories, even less allow himself to wander deep into them as he was doing now. However, the news of the sudden hit the clans had suffered to their numbers after some mysterious event spread like wildfire across the filthy streets of the twolegplace he reluctantly called home. Many rogues had taken upon this chance to try and snatch better quality prey from the clans that lived there, some bolder ones even had tried to claim some territory of their own and settle right under their noses.

He?

He was looking for food, yes, but more important than food itself, he was carefully looking for these clans of fierce territorial cats.

The information about them was scarce, their motives unknown, their society a mystery. Few rogues had been daring enough to try and find out more, and very few returned…and those that did only brought back some new scars. If he wanted to know what made these clans so special, their secrets, he was going to need to be careful.

His ears twitched as he scanned the darkened marshes. Each territory birthed new rumors, some more widespread than others. This specific section of the territories spoke of ferocious cats that came out of the shadows, almost like if they appeared out of nowhere. Now, while he could say he was proud of his own ability at blending in with the shadows, all this mud was making it way too hard to be stealthy thanks to the noise and lowered ability to move. Taking in consideration the infamy they had acquired thanks to their ruthless behavior between rogues, the rumors of many rogues dying to their merciless claws were not uncommon, this made him feel at least somewhat worried.