The Lights Will Push You Back - (OPEN TO ALL)

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    "I'm no-one's friend but hers."
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    This was a quiet part of the land. Rarely did cats or even other creatures venture near the mouth of the chasm - it was too dark, the space too alive and hungry. Apart from the gently-ringing pool, it was silent.


    Then a clatter of stones. The muzzle of a small white-and-brown tom peeked out of the shadows, blue eyes gleaming. He was young, not even past the age of apprenticeship, but hard-faced. With an effort, he buried his claws in the silt and dragged himself free. After moving to a dry spot in the bowl of earth, he sat, and started to lick the droplets from his paws.


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    Faith paused when she heard the shatter of stones. The young silver she-cat glared around with her ice-blue eyes, but was unable to see who had made the noise. With an almost silent growl, she carefully padded over the the area she had heard the sound from. There was no use in hiding, her pelt was basically a beacon, but she had learned how to handle herself in those kind of situations, so she wasn't afraid, even with her petite frame.


    She neared the area and accidentally kicked a stone in her haste, but didn't stop, knowing they would be alerted to her presence anyways


    "I'm no-one's friend but hers."
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    The little cat’s ear flicked towards the noise disinterestedly, but he didn’t move. Someone had wandered into his beloved Abyss, or was trying to sneak up on him - either way, they would find themselves facing a greater threat than they’d imagined, if they were hostile. He would greet them, even so. No point in waste.


    His tail swept the earth as he continued licking his forelegs, leisurely. Dust began to cling to his damp fur.

    The margay mumbled cold curse words as she stalked forward. She held a pair of scissors in her jaws and a light trickle of blood fell from her shoulder where her insane mentality had kicked in. The bipolar was slipping back to sanity and sheathed the slightly bloodstained weapon. The knight came to a halt and gazed at the area around her with narrowed chocolate brown eyes. Where on earth was she? She allowed a light scowl to lace her features as she progressed. It seemed to be eerily silent and the bizarre small wildcat allowed somewhat of a creepy smile to push at her lips but shook out of it as her eyes turned a hazy red colour. She heard a noise and glanced to the place that the sound had come from. She silently made her was to the source of the sound.


    "I'm no-one's friend but hers."
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    He heard another approach - an ally of the intruder's, perhaps. This was getting out of paw. One larger cat he could handle, with Her help, but two? It would pay to be polite, in this situation. He righted himself, straightening into his full, but admittedly pitiable, size.


    Still, he saw nothing. He called out in his thick accent; "Someone there? S'not polite to stay hidden when you're known."


    The margay froze when she heard the voice. She waited in silence for a few moments before padding swiftly towards the voice.
    "Greetings" Worldwars said, looking at the small tom, "As it is common courtesy to give your own name, I shall do so. I'm Worldwars, you may call me Worldy"


    Worldwars knew not to judge a book by its cover and this young male was no exception. She stood a slight distance back and watched with a watchful eye, completely forgetting the wound she had inflicted on herself that had a small river of sticky crimson streaming from it.

    Faith continued walking when she heard the two voices ahead. She stopped just around he corner when she knew that she was slightly visible, at least her fur and eyes were. She simply watched for a moment, not wanting to startle them


    "I'm no-one's friend but hers."
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    He bowed his head, and replied; "Manners are rare here. Good to hear a friendly voice. I'm Ihles. This is my... uh, my home, I'd say." Crimson dripped steadily from the strange cat's shoulder. Ihles' eyes widened a fraction of an inch.
    "You're wounded. I have webs, if you want them. More'n enough water for everyone, too. Cave won't hurt you." He added, with an odd smile. "Not if you stay out."