Z E N I R || The Rogue
Rank: Rogue || Tags: None
Zenir knew little about the nature of clans. His understanding was that they were groups of cats, doing something out in the forest, restricting what you could do and where you could go... and it wasn't even the strongest that led, as the rogue was used to. The streets were controlled by the cat that could beat the rest, and he wasn't even sure who that was. Not many bothered him due to his size, and if they did he was quick to dash away, his spotted tail disappearing into the trees faster than a mouse. But now, he found himself specifically walking towards this collection of cats, straight into the mouth of possible death... and he wanted nothing else but to run away as fast as his paws could take him.
But he held back, keeping his paws moving forward- his mind full of the cat he had decided to call his mate. He never thought he would be the kind to get a partner, but he had fallen hard for Pineblossom despite how different they were from him- the way they moved, the clan stories they shared, how she kept him company throughout the winter... he missed her, and it was only her that would make him do something he was in such fear of. How did these cats take things like this- would they murder him, his mate, throw him to the curb? Something told him he would have to join up with them, and he wasn't sure if the loss of his freedom was worth it... Pineblossom. Of course it was worth it.
He was somewhere near their borders, judging by the strong scents he was picking up on- he was never much for scent, but it stood out more than any of the natural scents of the forest... or maybe he was just used to picking up on cats. He forced himself to keep going, crossing a border before pausing, thinking over his decisions... and the she-cat's face came back up into his head. "Keep going." he told himself, padding further into the territory with a deep breath. He wasn't at all sure how long it would take for him to be found, or for him to find whatever camp he had heard about... and then see his kits (KITS?!), his mate, the cats he had heard about...
He would have been excited if he wasn't in complete fear of being murdered.