Love is Cursed

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ooc; Skiv for Magnus c:
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There was something about being a loner that really did not suit Seuss, and that part was the whole 'being alone' aspect of the life. At least when the she-cat had been a house cat, she had gotten some sort of affection, even it was from the large, fur-less cats that were called Twolegs. It was nice there, though her interaction with other cats had been limited and had ultimately driven her to leave the house. Since then, she had taken to sleeping during the hot days and travelling during the nights when most of the aggressive cats would be asleep. It was a lonely life, but she was living it and doing fine with it.

It was one of these greenleaf evenings that was she was travelling on the very outskirts of the Twoleg Place. The air was thick, and it felt like walking through water. The sun was setting and the direct heat was leaving, but the warmth that had been captured by the ground kept her paws and the air warm in the nearly night air. Seuss had no direction now, no clear point for a destination. She just wanted so desperately to meet someone, anyone, cute or ugly. Preferably, they'd be non-hostile but she would deal with whatever cards were dealt to her in the situation. As long as it was someone she could flirt with and wind her body around. She missed any form of contact that another cat could provide to her.

[Skiv]

Magnus stretched out his body, standing up from the forest floor the young tom decided to head out on his own. Do some duties as the leader's apprentice he need to learn how to do them himself, it was a easy enough task for the 10 moon old tom. He just shook out his white and gray spotted pelt. His dark amber eyes scanned around the camp, before he padded out into the night. He didn't care if any cat stopped him he would just put them in their place. He may not be the leader yet but one day he would be so he just padded out into night. Thats when they were allowed go out, at night. Considering the name of the group was the Moonlight Walkers. The young tom just padded out into the forest.

When he first met his leader he had a fresh scar on his face, but now long gone the young tom has healed but the scar was still there a small sliver across his cheek that fur didn't grow on. Some would say this young tom is handsome even with the scar on his face but the tom didn't really care what others thought of him. He was cold, serious, had no humor what so ever. All he knew was loyalty. He was loyal to his leader and he expected his recruits to be as well. The young tom tasted the air. It was thick but there was a scent on it. He headed towards the scent. It was coming near the border. but the scent was past their marks, he just glance around before disappearing in the shadows moving towards the scent.

Crouching down he saw the cat his amber eyes glowing in the darkness. He just unsheathed his claws ready for a fight. Though the cat wasn't on their ground he still didn't like how close she was. but the Latro should be the one to confront other cats. The young tom just pushed that aside he would have to confront other cats when he was leader. She didn't seem that harmful but the cat just then growled and padded out of the shadows. His amber gaze on the she-cat.

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Seuss had just caught a scent of another cat before the sound of growling seemed to echo in her ears. She spun to meet a tom that padded from the shadows, watching with apprehension as he watched her. He seemed tense, angry, and Seuss had met enough territorial cats to notice the tension of muscles that signaled a threat.

"Whoa, whoa," she said, back stepping a few paces. "Hey, I'm not looking for a fight." She bowed her large body in a form of submission, hoping that he wouldn't decide to pounce anyways. It would be a shame if he did, because he was quite handsome. He wasn't large, not like her with her big bones, but his eyes were striking and he himself seemed dangerously handsome. If there was any way she wanted this end, it wasn't with a fight. Not when she was so lonely and he was so nice to look at.

The tip of her tail brushed the wall and she stopped. Well, if worse came to worse, she could always fight or climb up one of the nearby trees. However, if she had any say in this, it would not end so hostile.

[Skiv]

Magnus watched as the cat spun around to face him. He just give a reaction, his face blank like it always was. He never showed much emotion probably because he really didn't have any or was frightened by much. With having Latro as a mentor he learned pretty quickly that his emotion could change bringing out a whole different cat that demanded to be called a different name. He just stood there and waited to see how this cat would react. He watched as she seemed to back up a few paces. He just then didn't lighten up on his defensive posistion. He just listened as she talked. He just watched as she bowed in front of him and he just raised his chin slightly. He felt slightly odd from the gesture but he knew that he should be used to it. If he was going to be leader of the Moonlight Walkers some day he would have to get used to it. He just waited and she seemed to be watching him. He just said in a gruff voice, "I never asked what you were looking for." He just then narrowed his eyes at her.