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  • Puma

    Puma glanced around, there had been fewer and fewer loner cats passing through everyday, and the chance of her making a clan of her own grew slimmer everyday.

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    • Moonlight –

      As though summoned by Puma’s thoughts, Moonlight came bursting through the trees, haring after a white rabbit. She licked her lips in anticipation. It seemed like she hadn’t had anything decent to eat in moons. Using the last strength she had left, she pushed all her power into her back legs, propelling herself forward. She dispatched the rabbit with a swift bite to the throat. She’d been so caught up in her hunt she hadn’t even noticed the other loner standing in the area.

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      • Puma –

        “Moonlight ! I haven’t seen you around in a while. ”
        The older she cat had a slight scent that Puma thought she recognused, but could never quite work out where from. It wasn’t quite like a tribe scent.
        “How’s prey been running for you ?”

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        • Moonlight let out a flinch as Puma spoke. Mouse-dung! I didn’t even notice she was there. If she’d been a hostile, I would have already been dead by now. She made a mental note to pay more attention the next time she went on a hunt. Turning her head to her friend, the silvery she-cat shrugged, one paw on her rabbit. “Leaf-bare is never a good time for hunting, but it’s been especially bad lately.”

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            • “Like the Clan cats?” Moonlight inquired. “I would never join any of those groups. They all have bees in their brains.”

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              • Puma –

                Laughing slightly, Puma flicked her tail
                “I was in one of those groups once. The Tribe of the Hawk. But I left. “
                She sat down, and began to groom herself
                “But yes, a little like one of those group, except we make our own rules.”

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                • The she-cat purred. “If you’re truly serious about this, we’d need more than two cats.”

  • Mousewind –

    She had been wandering around for ages. The hunting in this area wasn’t nearly as good as back in the FoxClan forest. Perhaps she would go back there, steal some prey. She climbed a tree and starting towards two more loners. Maybe I could steal that rabbit. Or perhaps just get a few scratches. Sounds fun.

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  • Cormorant-
    Cormorant’s ears perked up as voices floated to her on the crisp breeze that rushed past her. Unless they’d gained territory recently, she wasn’t near any Clan, which meant that one of the voices could belong to Puma. Even if it wasn’t, meeting another cat would be nice. She began to walk toward the voices.

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  • Flight-
    Roaming the valleys and the small forest that surrounded the mountains, Flight tried not to stare at them. Those brought back memories, and memories of her time in the Tribe of the Hawk were better left forgotten.

    They had betrayed her. The shaman had been so deceitful, choosing a respected fighter for a sacrifice. She had fled, washing off all her paints and burying her piercings. And now she wanted revenge.

    Spotting Puma and Moonlight, two other loners. Puma had been a kit about to go to Discovery during her time in the tribe, and she knew that the young she-cat wanted revenge just as much as Flight did. Moonlight…she simply brushed the tribe off as some silly fantasy that was never meant to last.

    But she knew that they would gladly accept her offer for revenge. She padded up to the two she-cats.

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  • (it’s like every loner in the area is magically attracted to Puma and Moonlight oof)

    Moonlight –

    Still not having noticed Mousewind in the tree, which she would likely curse herself for later, Moonlight paused in her conversation with Puma and noticed two other cats entering the clearing. She recognized one of the loners: Flight, who she’d met a few times before and had been a bit infamous in the Tribe. The other, a large black cat with gray streaks, was a stranger. Moonlight smirked at them. “If you’ve come to take my rabbit, I’m afraid I’ve grown quite attached to it.”

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    • “I’d much prefer a carp, if you have one,” Cormorant responded. The corners of her mouth curved upward ever so slightly. This silver she-cat was pretty funny. Whether she was Puma or not, Cormorant had a good feeling about her. “I’m not looking for a mouthful of fur. I’m looking for someone… for Puma,” she admitted.

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      • Puma –

        Hearing her name mentioned, Puma’s ears perked up
        Turning to face the other cat, she smiled
        “Hey, I’m Puma. So, why are you looking for a random loner ? I mean, apart from the fact that I’m just a great cat to be around, what is it ?”
        Puma was really intrigued. A cat had never come looking for her before

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  • Bumblebee –

    The golden and black tabby tom swiveled his head at the sounds of voices reaching his ears. Who…who are they? He mused, tilting his head. Taking a whiff of the air, he sighed in relief as he realized that they belonged to fellow loners. Thank MoonClan for that, He thought, shaking his head. I don’t want to run into any Clan or Tribe cats at this rate. Bumblebee glanced down at the small nine moon old kit by his side. The kit was a speckled gray tom, his spots were a jet black; his eyes were a well-toned copper.

    Pulling the kit closer to him, he whispered, “Don’t you dare go running off.”

    Sage –

    With a squeak, Sage dug his small claws into the ground. Indignation coursed through his veins, but he kept his neck fur down; there was no point in starting an argument with Bumblebee at this moment. Maybe later, He suggested to himself, although Sage knew that was a bad idea.

    “What’s happening?” Sage mewed. Bumblebee just glared at him with worry and anger in his gaze, which kept Sage from sprouting off anything else. Jeez, grumpy.

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