|-|ＴＨＥ ＡＳＨＥＳ|-| Semi-Advanced Anti Clan MAIN ROLEPLAY

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a diminutive shadow sprawled across the dry grass as quick ivory paws touched down on the hot surface of a crumbling wall. making rapid work of her journey across, Somnambulist internally laughed at herself for her poor choice of a traveling route, using her amusement to block out the pricking of her pads. fortunately for her, as she reminded herself, she was no kittypet and her paws were hardened from near constant adventuring.

coming to the end of the broken remnants of the two-leg structure she leaped down, relishing the cool sensation of rich dirt and grass beneath her paws as she landed in a small burrow. continuing on her way, the delicate membrane of her ears trembled as they picked up sound, and she pricked them up to listen better. as she did so, she could just about perceive the forms of Cerebrus and Gevirag up ahead. hoping she wasn't interrupting but eager to share information about her travels, the willowy alabaster feline slowed to a graceful prowl, meowing a polite greeting to warn them of her presence.

as she moved forward she noticed the two were laughing and confiding in each other like the old friends they were, and she wondered if her precense was unwelcome, and she paused uncertainly, cerulean eyes flickering.

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to her delight, both felines turned to greet her openly and with a certain warmth that comes with familiarity. "good morning Gevirah, Cerberus," she turned and dipped her head to each of them in turn before settling down before them, long tail wrapped around her paws, "the things I saw astounded me, as per usual. although it was only a short journey, I ran into a loner, a tom called Heziah, claiming he had seen a tribe of cats who co-existed with birds."

as the feline spoke her eyes shone brighter, her obvious romance with the world almost palpable. she had in fact noticed the way the two had been in such close contact, but despite her eagerness to explore and learn she was also not one to pry. instead she glanced between them knowingly; they would tell her later if they truly wanted to. plus, Somnambulist would much rather discuss the world or have a lovely chat with friends than spend her time gossiping and prying.

in fact, she was just happy to be home.

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the willowy she-cat listened avidly, ears pricking with interest as the youthful king brought mention of a canine member of the Ashes. she tried to imagine such a thing, and all she could muster in her mind was an imagine of a towering hound, looming over a group of felines while delivering prayers. it was peculiar enough to make her want to laugh, but some deeper part of her yearned to actually see such a thing in reality. the concept of getting to converse with such an individual was enticing, and it flooded her with envy for the past. "I am terribly apologetic that he passed, but that sounds like an incredible time indeed. just to think of being surrounded by other species, to hear their stories and learn their ways...it's almost better than traveling."

Somnambulist was briefly swept up in her thoughts, but quickly snapped back to the present, reminding herself of how she still had more to tell. "well, this tribe, I cannot quite recall if he gave me their name or not, they bond with larger predatory avians. I believe they live in the mountains where many eagles and such nest, and by forming alliances or partnerships with fellow predators they form a symbiotic relationship."

she paused, recalling more of the encounter, "actually I met Heziah near the opening of what appeared to be an ascending trail. he appeared to have been rather weary from his travels, but that must have been where he saw the tribe," the alabaster feline paused in thought, wondering if she would ever have the time allowance to embark on such a journey, before continuing, "anyway, aside from that he told me a bit of his own story. he claimed to have been born to one of the main clans, but having parents from two separate clans, he, like many others, felt as though he was being isolated and shunned. after that he changed his name and I suppose he has been traveling ever since. sort of like me, although I was born into the nomadic life."

for a moment her cerulean optics gleamed with a hint of envy at Heziah's freedom, but when she looked back at Cerberus and Gevirah, she knew that she was glad to be a knight of the Ashes. it was to always have a home to come back to, to have companions and leaders and confidants, and to know that when one's paws and heart grew weary, that there was always a place to mend.