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Post by Neon Blue on Nov 13, 2010 17:50:34 GMT -5
Neon BlueShe wasn't a cat that was fond of junkyards, but finding food in the city was difficult, and she was desperate. Her belly was clenched, snarling to the world it's hunger. She wished it would shut up, probably scaring all the prey for miles. Lilith paws carried her forward, the form underneath her short blue coat, lanky, despite her training and the many fights.
Her eyes, a bright neon blue, hence her name Neon Blue, burned bright with intent as she gazed around the piles of trash. Some her size others like mountains that threatened to crumble at the slightest breeze. But she was confident that they would not, they had been there for many a moon and had yet to so much as drop a can.
The sound of a life ending made her pause, ears perked. A rat's squeal. There was another hunter nearby. She picked up her pace, slowing once again only when another cat came into view. A she-cat who's pelt was nearly the same blue as her own, bending over the limp body of a rat. So there was the prey and hunter. She flicked her tail, it would probably be best if she moved on. She knew how cats of the city were. Territorial, aggressive. But she had been without company for a long time and so with a sigh she approached.
"Is that rat any good? I myself never preferred them. I'm more of a possum kind of girl," she called out, her tone conversational.
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Post by Neon Blue on Nov 14, 2010 14:42:34 GMT -5
Neon BlueNeon took in the she-cats disfigured face, raising a furry brow. But it didn't frighten the she-cat away, she had seen worse damage done to a cat before, and anyways her need for company was much greater then any fear she could have over a funny looking face. Continuing her slow pace forward she tilted her head, her mouth opening to spill forth the truth. "You know, those wicked scars on your head make you look funny. But not scary, not to me anyways."
She came to a stop, leaving a good distance between herself and the other loner. Just becuase she hadn't attacked yet, didn't mean she would, and Neon knew how quickly a loner could strike. "So this is your territory huh? Pretty weird as well, I thought only dogs lived in junkyards."
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Post by Neon Blue on Nov 16, 2010 16:38:57 GMT -5
Neon BlueThe bright eyed cat snorted, never letting her gaze leave Fury, even as she circled her, Neon moved to keep her in her line of vision. "I don't need bravery to speak the truth," she meowed, a hint of amusement in her voice. Her sharp gaze took note of the tension in the rogue, anger perhaps? Did it matter? No, not to Neon, if it came to a fight she could handle herself. But she didn't want it to come to that. All she wanted right now was a little relax time, some small talk over a nice meal.
"You have an excellent point there... uhh, what's your name? I'm afraid you didn't mention it." The russian blue grinned, twitching her whiskers with some unknown emotion. "I am Neon Blue, but I'm well aware that's a mouthful, so you can call me Neon, or Blue, or Neo."
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Post by Neon Blue on Nov 18, 2010 18:50:53 GMT -5
Neon BlueShe listened to all her fellow loner had to say, eyes peering around with boredom. To others she would look like a teenage with an attitude, refusing to look at her mother as she lectures about right and wrong. Which was sort of the case. However, Fury was defiantly not Neon's mother, and nor was she getting a scolding. But she disliked talking about the clans, drama followed them like glue, and she didn't like drama.
With a roll of her eyes she turned her gaze back to Fury, "of course I really need to know, unless you want me calling you It, or J.K.," she meowed sarcastically, as was her trademark. Not bothering to wait for a response she continued, "the clans are a boring subject, they make me want to eat my own tail, seriously."
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