Beautiful marbled silver tabby on New Skulls territory

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    Stella padded through this newfound territory. It smelled strange and even looked strange compared to her usual twoleg surroundings. A blue collar hung loosely to her soft-furred neck as she pressed forward on heavy paws and her long graceful legs. She was stunning honestly and any wandering house pet like her would be sure to get kidnaped or stolen. But that was the least of her worries as she saw the glint of eyes in the shadows....

    ...And a Future hurtled into the clearing. "Don't try anything funny!" the Abyssinian growled. "I have to take you back to camp, she-cat." Sundiata hoped that was right; maybe he just chased her off. "I think. But when I bring you to camp, everyone is going to be proud of me. And then you'll be a prisoner, so don't even think about escaping!" He thought of his sister, who would congratulate him on his first prisoner and then probably bring him a mouse or something to celebrate. They would have a sort of party, like they had when they were promoted to Future and Peasant. His stomach rumbled just thinking about it.



    But in the meantime, there was this she-cat to bring back. Sundiata had learned a lot in his training, and he knew he had to- somehow- bring her back to camp. "Get moving!" he ordered.

    Stella looked at him, her paws felt rooted to the ground and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

    Without thinking, Stella started walking. "You know, people would listen more often if you weren't so loud and demanding." she mewed, her voice soft and content.

    Sundiata frowned. "I didn't think of that," he meowed thoughtfully, then shook his head. "I don't take suggestions from trespassers! If I talk gently and softly, cats will think it's okay to come into our territory for no reason. That would be bad, so I have to yell and be angry." He explained it to her slowly, thinking she probably wouldn't understand.

    "I would cooperate better if you weren't creaming at me like we were at war." she mewed, turning around and staring at him with stunning blue eyes.

    "You don't control me." she mewed, eyes gleaming with a challenge.

    Sundiata snorted. "You're on my territory without permission and you're telling me to stop yelling. If you challenge me, I'm going to be yelling more, but if you comply and stop talking I'm going to be a lot nicer. Besides, I do, technically, control you right now. If you step out of line, I'll fight you."

    "And if you yowl at me again, I'll run." she mewed, her eyes glinted.

    "And if you run," Sundiata went on quietly, "I'll chase you and yell for help. There are probably dozens of Skulls in this forest, and a lot of them would kill you on sight. I wouldn't advise running."

    "I bet your just afraid to lose another prisoner." she mewed, tauntingly.

    Sundiata shook his head. "We almost have more than we need. I just want proof that I caught a no-good she-cat."

    "So I'm the no good one now aren't I?" she mewed, sitting.

    "Oh and you're any better?" she asked Sundiata. Stella started to wash herself. "Yes, but I didn't know this territory belonged to such rude and dirty cats. Apparently I'm just some stupid house pet that your kind frowns upon. Why kidnap me if you don't want me here?" she asked.

    The Future proudly puffed out his chest. "Like I said, I want proof I caught a she-cat. If I go into the Future's den saying I chased away a she-cat, no one will believe me. I have to go in escorting you. And if you're a kittypet, you don't know about catching your own food," he added hopefully. "We feed the prisoners freshkill, so you won't starve. It's probably an okay existence, actually, unless you act up. The high positions don't like that."

    "I do know about catching my own prey, thank you very much. I gurantee that I'm a better hunter than you'll ever be."

    Sundiata shrugged. "Still. Can we... please... go to camp now?"