Within an Empty Mind

[Måø§†]

He sat, delicately grooming what fur was ragged. Ears erect and deceiving green eyes glancing back and forth, he was aware of every movement and thought around him. His matted and unkept fur welcomed the many small particles of dust and dirt, and try as he might, they never seemed to leave. But he truly didn't are, he groomed for one reason only. False lure. He would have much rather have been hunting within the many pines that hosted the many creatures inside the forest. Or setting up a shelter that would hold him and what other supplied he would need. False lure, for what dangers would he encounter by looking harmless, confused, yet at home.

He knew of the many cats living within the forest on each side, better yet, he intended to stir them up. He lacked a plan though, and more characters. Until he would stir upon a plan, he would have to collect cats, one or two more would be fine. He knew no rogues or loners that he was on friendly terms with, his authoritative composure and attitude tended to belittle the few cats he lived around. If he could somehow stumble on a few new rogues, loners, ones that could act with such real facades he would begin to believe them.

Yet there he sat, now grooming his chest and tail. Elliot. Strong, bold, quick, dangerous. It seemed like a perfect day, one that would ruin a couple of other cats mood. One that would bring Elliot one step closer to the quickly developing plan within his mind.

[♫ E§he ♥]

~Pantheress

Sun. I hated the sun. It seemed to take joy in clinging to my pelt long after I have walked through a beam, and seemed to insist on taking away my precious shadows. The worst part, however, is that it attracted prey to the part of forest where there is more sun. So now, my very few options are even more limited. Starve, or walk in a sunny forest where many other cats lived. To me, neither seemed quite inviting. However, this time, my stomach won over my brain.

So here I was, in the sunniest part of the forest besides the moor, completely revealed. As the forest around me beamed with more shades of green than you could even imagine, my mind was focused on two things. One: Catch prey. Two: Get the heck out of here.
The memory of my recent spat with Mistclan didn't help either. And I found my paws springing to the side at the slightest snap of a twig or flutter of an insect. I cursed my anxious state, but continued on. But... was that another twig? I swerved my ears backward. Footsteps...

I was being followed. And by the sound of it, by two very clumsy cats. My options changed very dramatically. I continued on, and so did the two. I broke into a bound, so did they. I pumped my legs hard against the earth until up ahead... yes! Shadows! I was sure that my pelt was beyond their view, and dove into the bushes.
I was now convinced that my two perusers were not the brightest cats. They ran right past my hiding place, then skidded to a stop. They looked around, confused. One was smaller and had a white pelt with black paws. The other was a dark tabby with a more brawny figure. They looked crestfallen at having lost me, and I guessed they were used to it. They turned, heading back they way they had come.
I, however, wanted some answers. I sprang from my hiding spot to put myself nose-to-nose with the two. The white one squealed with fright and hid behind the tabby who didn't conceal his look of horror either. I smiled, and they both took a step back.
"Now," I began. "Can either of you tell me why I was being perused by two of the most dense cats I've ever met?"
The white one shook uncontrollably, but the tabby narrowed his eyes, finally getting ahold on himself.
"We aren't telling you anything!" He spat, then suddenly looking as if he regretted his action.
"So be it," I meowed calmly.
The two shot each other looks as I began to slowly pad away. I stopped. A silence gripped the clearing. It only lasted a few seconds.
In the same movement I whipped around and hurtled myself at the tabby. I caught him off guard and was able to easily barrel his over and land a few severe blows across his tender belly. The white one dashed away, a look of horror on his face.
The tabby tried to stand, but I flipped him over again easily. I scored my claws down his sides, and he let out a wail of agony. Finally, I pinned him and rested my jagged claws upon his throat. I could feel his panicky pulse as I felt him tense.
"Now. What were you saying before?"
The tabby appeared horrified, "I-I w-was sent b-by S-Seth..."
"Go on," I purred putting pressure upon his throat for motivation.
"S-supposed t-to spy and r-report b-back to him. B-BloodGang's l-looking for more memb-b-bers."
I purred, "Well you tell Seth that I'm not the least bit interested in joining some pathetic organization made up of idiotic cats like yourself. Now... GO!!!"
I released him, giving him one last sharp nip to his back leg before he was swallowed up by the bushes.

I turned, my mind wandering. Who was Seth? Should I fear him, or was he a coward just like those two? And what exactly was the BloodGang?

[Måø§†]

His ears pricked back, he had heard exactly what he had been waiting for. Distant, yet easily sensed. The lean tom whipped his head around quicker than thought possible, his eyes seemed to burn holes through the dense blanket of trees. Yet he did not move from his lazy position, his hearing focused intensely on the quick movement far away.

"I-I w-was sent b-by S-Seth..."
"Go on."
"S-supposed t-to spy and r-report b-back to him. B-BloodGang's l-looking for more memb-b-bers."
"Well you tell Seth that I'm not the least bit interested in joining some pathetic organization made up of mouse-brained cats like yourself. Now... GO!!!"

His memory was youthful, each vital piece of information implanting themselves quickly within the depths of his mind. But easily able to be retrieved without hesitation. He had heard their conversation, and knew there was another rogue in what territory he was closest to. A cocky she-rogue.

With the information locked away, the handsome rogue rose to his paws and found a hidden spot within the long abandoned two-legs den. Long equations calculated themselves over and over again as he tallied the sum. He had heard of this rogue, Pantheress.

[♫ E§he ♥]

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I'm not sure how to reply...

[Måø§†]

OOC: I dunno.....i thought he and pantheress were gonna meet???

[♫ E§he ♥]

No, not yet.

[Måø§†]

'k

[Silver]

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