What else was there to do? Ever since Trigger'd been accepted into the rank of Dog, the bobcat had tried his best. Long nights were prevalent, most times he was lucky to get to sleep by midnight. On this particular day however, Trigger had gotten back early. It felt like a hole inside him, newly minted. Odd. Was that the shape of a caracal in the far distance?
[ sorry, first posts aren't my strength. x3 ]
[align=center][font=georgia]A typical grin was on Columbine's pretty face. The Elite trainee knew it was wrong to trespass,, but the Empire or as they called themselves now the Tribe of Many Storms, was one of the Elite's allies. Besides her daddy was very close to Capone, so if they did catch her, it was kind of a get out jail free pass. Swiping her tongue around her maw, the caracal's amber eyes glittered at the sight of a bobcat. Ooh, a fellow wildcat. Padding straight up to Trigger, Columbine purred. [b]"Hey there, spots."
"Well, uh... Hi there!" There wasn't much else to say, really. This caracal had come out of nowhere, seemingly trying to...flirt with him? Odd. Anyhow, Trigger offered a weak smile on his maw. He'd never seen her before, was she even from here?
[align=center][font=georgia]Her eyes laced his face, he was cute! Well for the bobcat sorts anyways. He seemed to be friendly too, maybe they could hang. Plopping her haunches on the ground, Columbine purred. "Names Columbine, of da Elite." She announced without a care. [b]"Who are you?"
The Elite? Ah, well. They were alliances anyhow, might as well just let her stay. She was a cute girl anyway. "Trigger. I reside here." Even though he was quite a bit older than the young Elite trainee, maybe they could be close friends.
[align=center][font=georgia]Trigger, huh? Well, he did kind of look like a Triiger. But what would she know abput classify people by their names? "You live here?" The caracal asked, glancing around curiously. [b]"What's there to do around here?"
[ I'm afraid they won't be able to have cubs though; bobcats cannot breed with caracals. ]
"What the h*ll do you mean?" Trigger feigned frustration, hoping the caracal's smooth personality would catch the sarcasm in his voice. "It would be like me asking you what there was to do in the Elite."
[align=center][font=georgia][ lol, that's fine ]
The caracal simply looked at him and grinned. "Well, there's tons pf things to do in the Elite! We live in a mansion, as you know, and well a lot of things go down." She then looked around him, at the valley strong-hold. Columbine then looked back at Trigger. [b]"You have to do fun things around here, otherwise you couldn't live around here without boredom hit you like a freight train."
"Mansion seems dry compared to here. We may not live on very exciting grounds, but there's plenty going on here." The bobcat's tone of voice was meant to be strict, repremanding the caracal but instead it came out in a chuckle. "Ever heard of Avanti? You'd be interested in hearing about his antics." Trigger liked this wildcat's spirit.
[align=center][font=georgia]Her eyes glittered with interest as the pretty caracal learn forward. "No, tell me about Avanti." Columbine chirped. A plastic flirty persona then covering up her usual laid-back self. [b]"Is he cute, Trig?"
[ I hope this isn't gravedigging, since it's a thread between you and I and I just totally forgot to post xD Assuming this retro for the moment o3o ]
The bobcat took that into consideration, a smile on his maw. At least she had the spunk to even inquire -- most around here either didn't care or hated him to the point of wanting to kill him. Good thing he was gone or he would have been food for the vultures before you could snap your fingers. "Avanti? Oh, he's Elixor's son. Apparently he tried to take over the Empire of Tufani, while it still was anyway and was chased off. Now Silversun's our leader." the bobcat told her, rubbing himself up against her in a casual, friendly way. "No. He's not."