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«^« Lonefeather flicked her tail irritably. "How could he do this to me!?" she huffed. "I told to make sure he stays close and he leaves!" she tensed her shoulders where Takai no longer sat. "I'm going to have a word with that snake when he comes back!" she glanced at the other cats whose companions were missing. They all looked depressed, not Lonefeather. She was just angry and feeling a little guilty. Then she got even more angry for feeling guilty. "I should have kept a better eye on him." she fumed. "No! He shouldn't have slithered off. I told him not to, but nooooo. He's just gotta go look for food for me. I told him I was fine, but he didn't listen." Lonefeather sighed. Her loud ranting and pacing outside the warriors den was starting to tire her out. Soon she wouldn't be very angry anymore, she'll probably feel guilty for being angry at all, but that'll be a while from now. Out of habit she adjusted her shoulders to make it a more comfortable place for Takai, before remembering he was no longer there.
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Jasper was rarely bored. Not that he was often doing vastly interesting things, but he was reasonably good at keeping himself entertained through one distraction and another. This acocmplishment was mostly achieved by keeping a steady stream of narrative going through his head. That was a strange dream, he would think, and then as soon as it had crossed his mind he was moving on to other subjects. I wonder how long I slept, I'm hungry, how can I get some food? I don't want to hunt, the sun is bright today, I think I will climb up higher and be in the sun, look that leaf is kind of pretty.
Like that. If put in a situation which required constant attention, he could apply it easily and would do so if he so desired. However, nine out of ten times he did not need to focus on one thing for more than five seconds. So he didn't.

It wasn't particularly sunny out, nor were the leaves pretty. It was winter. There were no leaves. He was too lazy to hunt, though, and it was that that got him, after some time messing around in the snow on the branches of the tree he had slept in, walking toward the nearest known group of cats in the vicinity. He had been skirting their border for a few days, occasionally running into the fresh scents of them or thinking he heared them talking nearby. He hadn't run into any yet, but there had to be a first time before there could be a second, so the tom had directed his path inside theri territory.

He walked casually, and if you saw him out of context you would not have guessed that he was on strage land that didn't belong to him. He traveled through trees, jumping from branch to branch and keeping an eye out below him for cats that might be passing. The sooner he found one of them, the sooner he could mooch himself some food.
And that was the goal, his growling stomach reminded him.

He headed toward the heart of the territory at first, then he faced what seemed by the smell to be the most populated area. The scent of cats grew stronger, and though he still hadn't seen any yet, he could hear them. Dropping a few branches lower but crouching close to the branch to remaing undetected, he crept forward until he could see a clearing, and within it, cats, and where cats lived there would be prey about. Hopefully, prey that was already dead. He thought he could smell some.

There was a cat in front of him, between himself and the potential lunch. How aggravating. But cats could be interesting, and this one looked kind of worked up. Distracted from his food, he listened curiously.

"I should have kept a better eye on him. No! He shouldn't have slithered off. I told him not to, but nooooo. He's just gotta go look for food for me. I told him I was fine, but he didn't listen."

He frowned, cocking his head and inching forward so that he was almost directly above the ivory cat. She seemed furious--was she talking about a mate? Except she shouldn't have had to keep an eye on her mate. A son? Sons don't slither. Snakes slithered, of course, but he couldn't think of any reason as to why she would have to look after a snake, either. Or as to why it would be getting her food. Actually, the snake was the least sensible of the options. He discarded that and decided that maybe the mate/son/friend/other was simply rather slimy. Further research was necessary, of course; he relaxed, letting his tail hang down off the tree branch and pricking his ears. He was more noticable this way, but that was fine.
He was going to talk, anyway, and then he was sure to be noticed.

"What's got you all riled up?" he asked, his voice quietly amused. "Got troubles with someone or other? It is kind of rude to go running off without telling anyone where you're going, I suppose.. who's this cat, anyway? Friend? Confidante?" He smirked. "Significant other? Mm. Go on and rant about it, darling," he added, his tail swishing gently from side to side. "It's unhealthy to allow one's emotions to build up without an outlet."
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«^« The angry she-cat stared at the intruder. How he got onto their territory unoticed was a mystery, how he made all the way to their camp was an even bigger mystery. She snorted it didn't matter much anyway, the clan was in shambles. Companions were gone, cats were dying the Medicine Cats were at a loss for the cause of these unfortunate happenings. Her mildly surprised stare was replaced with an emerald colored glare. Lonefeather eyed him suspiciously, he obviously hadn't come to speak with the leader or anyone of importance. Perhaps he had come just to mock her own angry actions. If anything it wouldn't matter if she continued her rant, it's not like she was giving away clan secrets. "Takai!" she cried suddenly. "He left me! Claimed he was off to get food for us, but no! The little serpent tricked me. I knew all along he would try to escape, just like the other companions did." she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. "I bet they've all found a safe haven somewhere away from the sickness, every last one of them. If I get my paws on that little snake again, he's going to get a stern talking to!" the ivory cat turned her glare back to the tom. "Faithful companions? Ha!" with that Lonefeather broke into alaughing fit. Hysteria was beginning to overcome her.
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Her only response, at first, was to stare at him. Which was pretty good--she might have looked a little nicer in a perfect world, but she could also have simply attacked him, so it was fine. He stared back with wide eyes and a slight smile, mockingly polite.

He had been in this situation countless times. It always went something like this, up until about here: he would muck around until for some reason he deemed it time to talk to someone--usually a she-cat--at which point he would simply begin talking to her. He had found that being in trees during this stage was not only more comfortable, but also safer. It was harder to reach him when he was up high.
It was then that the mood of the encounter would vary. Sometimes the cat would blink a few times, then kind of play along. This was more common in groups of rogues and other such loose loyalties. In Prides and Clans, he was more likely to be accused of trespassing and ordered out of the territory.

He had no idea which this group was, Pride, Clan, rogues, a Tribe or something else, because this cat did not react in any kind of usual way. Rather than demanding who he was, or attacking, or even walking away, she actually answered his question.
Which, he thought, shouldn't really have been the first occurance of its type.

When she spoke it was loud, and he had to resist jumping a bit at the outburst. She said a name, and began telling him--well, telling the world in general--in greater detail what had happened to what was revealed to be nothing more than a serpent. Takai, she called him, and as Jasper had already gathered, he was important to her. A 'companion.' He had no idea what a companion was, but he decided that that could be found out in due time.

Other things he knew now: there were more companions, there was some sickness going around, Takai wasn' the first companion to leave. He stored these tidbits away for future perusal.
This place might have more to it than food. He loved drama, and this cat if no other looked bound to provide it.

She was laughing now, and he watched her for a few seconds before inturrupting, speaking loudly so that she could hear. "Why's he so important, then?" he meowed, "I mean, if he's an idiot who'll just leave you to save himself... and I dunno why you're hanging out with snakes to begin with. Sounds like a loser to me. I'll get you some food, though, if you want. We can share a, um." he peered across the clearing, then returned to watch the she-cat, "Well, some kind of prey, anyway."

He grinned at her. Unlikely that she would comply, especially considering the fact that he was really only going to take her food, but he would give it a shot. Cheery offer, winning smile. It could work, and then she would be in a better mood and he could get her to tell him about this place.

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«^« "We'd all like some prey." Lonefeather scoffed. "Unfortunately for all, there is none! Not a bite to be found!" she giggled padding, nearly prancing, around the tree the intruding cat sat in. Her thinned coat clung tight to her very visible ribs. She giggled some more "Just who are you anyway?" Lonefeather asked teetering on the edge of a complete breakdown. She shook herself slightly to fluff her fur out a bit in hopes of keeping out the unusually cold wind.

In her mind one couldn't be sure of exactly what was happening. A part of the original Lonefeather was attempting to overcome the hysterical Lonefeather. Trying to fullfil her duties as a clan cat. The hysterics side was too busy laughing and see-sawing between sanity and insanity. Lonefeathers eyes flickered bewteen the two as the inner battle raged on.

Along her revolution of the tree she stepped on a jagged stone, which put a nice little cut on her paw pad. Lonefeather stopped laughing just long enough to stare at it. The scarlet blood mingled into her white fur. She cocked her head trying to decide if it hurt. Logically it stung, but Lonefeather wasn't being very logical at all at the moment. All rational thoughts were slowly fading away. She started to chuckle again, quietly at first then louder.



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(( again, apologies for the wait. ))

Hmm. She did seem thin, now that he noticed it.. how accurate was her assessment of the amount of food around? If this was a lame territory for prey, he might just have to find some other Pride to bother. Then again, he had hunted outside the territory--not next to the border, per say, but he hadn't thought he had been that far.
Maybe she was just exaggerating. After all, there was no reason that he could think of as to why there wouldn't be prey in this forest. It was a nice enough forest.

Later on, he decided, he would try some hunting inside the borders. Chances were, he'd have been thrown out by then, but it was an easy enough task to sneak back in again, especially if he only wanted to try finding something to eat.

How desperate would they all be, if they were as malnutritioned as this cat? Pretty desperate. Later while he was hunting, he would think about how he could use that to his advantage. Maybe he could conduct an investigative report on why there was so little food. They could pay him by letting him hang around and watch them do stupid things.. doubtless, that was what they did all day.

She was still giggling, and was now dancing around the roots of the tree. Jasper thought that maybe she was somewhat insane, or even completely insane. That made her all the more entertaining on her own, of course, but it was a little harder to mess with a crazy cat's head. And a lot more dangerous if you succeeded.

She asked who he was, and he took a moment to answer, weighing his words carefully. An introduction was almost as important as a first impression, he had found, in terms of how likely it was he would be thrown out of a territory. He could just say his name, but that wasn't interesting at all and she would just pepper him with follow-up questions. He could tell her nothing, which might shut her up but which wouldn't make her trust him at all.

"I'm Jasper. You could call me.. an explorer, I suppose. And you could consider yourself lucky--I don't talk to every she-cat I meet." He smirked, flicking his tail. Might have gone on, but she had cut herself and was staring at her paw, and he let the topic fade in favor of watching her.

It was when she began to laugh that he sat up cautiously and made his way to the trunk of his tree to back down it, dropping the last few feet onto the ground. "Let me see," he told her, ignoring her laughter and examining the cut pad, then experimentally drawing his tongue over it. The blood tasted like salt and cat.

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«^« Lonefeather stared at Jasper trying to decide whether to chase him off or invite him into the camp. Would Havenstar care? Would Desertrush care? Would any cat care? she stood stock still contemplating her options. If she brought him into camp and it turned out she shouldn't have, Lonefeather would be in trouble. If she chased him when she should have brought him into camp, she would still be in trouble. If she did nothing and walked away, she could still get in trouble for letting him stay so close to camp. She sighed her mild insanity calmed down for a brief moment. Surely asking him questions, while her mind was stable wouldn't hurt. "Why did you come here?" she asked. While waiting for him to answer her mind wandered and she began thinking of Takai again. She pictured the Adder slithering up into his usual spot on her back, nestled between the shoulder blades. As these thoughts came up, her mind was slowly being turned back over to the hysteric side. "Well?" she said pulling her paw back after remembering that she still had it held out.
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She did not respond to his touching her paw, which meant points toward his favor, but negative points toward her sanity. Maybe all the cats here were like her, he thought, and ranted about nonsense and laughed at nothing and on the whole acted mentally unstable. Would they get along better or worse than 'normal' cats (if you could call them that)? They might fight more or less, depending on how well their mental-statuses meshed. Some, he supposed, wouldn't care about anything, whereas some would care about everything. This she-cat seemed somewhere in between, but not perfectly rightly so.

Not that he considered himself totally sane, of course. Never rule out the possibility, Jasper, he thought, that everything she's said has made sense, and it's just you that can't figure it out. Not the sharpest, after all, are you?
Eh, shut up, he told himself. As far as he was concerned, he was the standard for everything.

She took a moment to speak, and while she thought she kept her paw sticking out in front of her. He toyed with the possibility that he was supposed to do something else with it, then discarded the notion because.. well, what could he possibly do with it? He was not a vet, not trained in medicine in any way. If he tried to fix it, he'd probably just end up getting it infected.
And it couldn't have been all that painful. It was just a cut.

"Why did you come here?" She asked finally, moving her paw and relieving him of having to think about it. He didn't answer right away, and she pressed on, her voice getting more agitated. "Well?

"Why did you?" he asked her in return, which was probably not the best answer. If she was going to get all worked up again (a probability), shoving her toward the edge wasn't a good idea. Anyway, he had no proof that she had come here at all--she might have been born here, her and all the rest of the cats. Clans worked like that, and some other groups, too. That got kind of incestuous sometimes, though. Maybe that explained her craziness.

He tacked another explanation to his sentence, this time a more developed one: "I'm in the area because I got bored living where I was before. I'm here specifically because I was hungry, and I thought maybe I could.. get some." Steal some, or mooch some, but those were negatively-inclined words. "And I'm talking to you because you looked like you were having a break-down, and I thought it would be fun to watch."
Honest, to the point. He could have done worse.

Struck by a sudden thought, he grinned. "Or were you talking about 'why am I here', as in 'why am I alive?' Because conversations about that are kind of delicate, you know--toms and she-cats and, ah.. scandalous activity."
He licked a paw and drew it over one ear, eyes bright with laughter.