irritation would be a light word for it. being sent out like an average soldier, demeaning, though it would be less so if widow had the guts to protest. there was no true claim for leader besides an old man nearly on the brink of death, and yet widow was still required to follow his bidding, the older more experienced cats of this weird conglomerate. transforming from a band of travelers to a gypsy town unfolding right in front of her eyes. material for nests being dragged in daily, groups with whetted teeth prowling out for a hunt. a sort of lazy organization was beginning, and of course, widow got sucked into it.
she was experienced with the area, as experienced as any stray cat can be. she knew which streets to avoid, knew which dumpster had the best trash for bedding. though it seemed like a fools errand to send her and another able bodied female out to fetch the finest of old twoleg clothes and cardboard scraps. it would be a short journey, but considering the fact they had spent the first ten minutes in silence it was obvious the trek would feel much longer.
"you wouldn't mind taking any shortcuts right?" widow hadn't even given the white female her name yet. she had trouble speaking, let alone to make introductions and small talk. she never knew how to introduce it into the conversation (or lack thereof). did she stop walking and turn to her comrade? did she just spit out her own name and expect a response? the latter seemed easiest, no eye contact required, they could keep moving without threat of ambush.
"so, i don't know you-" two pale blue eyes blinked quickly, works sticking in her black painted throat. the small girl cleared a stuffed throat, "that's-that's not what i meant, i mean we haven't met- i'm widow."
the white femme next to her could easily kill widow, she knew this. faintly scarred body with more defined muscles than the adventuring counterpart. venom had seen battle, widow had seen two strays bite each other on the tail and go running. the street suddenly felt a lot smaller after her small stuttering episode, prayers sent out into the void about going back in time. another reminder of why silence was a preferred method of existence.