[Beam]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Timid cautiously made her way through the territory. Or, what she thought it was. The small she cat sometimes found herself stumbling around without noticing her surroundings. All she could see was her fears; small critters, snakes, larger cats--anything that was practically considered dangerous in her eyes. Timid didn't like being a hunter within the Syndicate--those cats were mean. They took her for granted. She wanted out desperately, but she was also scared. There were fighters--and guards, not to forget to mention the commander. She had deep respect for all of them. Even the healers, who were considered brave than she would ever be. All in all, Timid knew she was the most frightened cat that ever walked the Syndicate grounds.

So, why was she there in the first place? This was something that the she cat could not figure out for herself. Sure, she was born from two kittypets, and all she knew was that she was found along the border of the Syndicate. Healthy...looked to be strong, so she was taken in. Her providers were very disappointed that she was not all they thought her to be. She took on the appearance of a kit, even though she did her training and was considered to be a full on hunter. But, the height she lacked, due to her legs. And, the fact that she was made a hunter? She was still considered useful to the Syndicate. If she weren't, she was pretty sure that the cats would waste no time to devour her.

Back in the territory, Timid had lost her prey. Chasing after a robin, but lost sight of it. However, she kept its scent in her nostrils, so she trailed it along. Never had she thought she would lose it again. Now, she was further from the territory than she needed to be. And, she began to hyperventilate at the sudden thought. For Timid, the small golden cat did not like to be far than where she was suppose to be. She was given one task. One that she had to complete daily. Hunt. All other hunts were accomplished. She would bring back shrews, or voles, and if they were lucky--a rabbit. But, the Syndicate held scarce meals. And, they did not believe in a higher power. Although, Timid liked to think there is a higher power, and whenever she did pray to them, she would bring back bountiful of meals. If there wasn't a higher power--why was she blessed in such ways?

That was another time for her to think. At the moment she was panicking. She was scared, whimpering slightly as she lowered herself to the ground. She never truly been far from The Dusk Syndicate. Especially in an open area that looked so...dangerous. Her eyes briefly glanced up, catching sight of ponderosa pine trees. Everything smelled like pine here--it almost made her sneeze. Her nose twitched, but she continued to move further, hoping to complete her task, and hopefully go back home...in one piece. Timid knew that anything could happen, which made her even more scared. She padded along, hoping to catch another scent, and she was unaware of the other presence around. Her tail hung limply behind her in a submissive matter, and the only thing going through her head: Don't be scared, Timmy. You'll be fine...Don't be scared...Don't be scared...

Fennec closed his eyes and remembered Holly's face. He sighed, he wished Holly and Swift were still here with him to share his heaven he called home. Here, where it was safe. Here, where prey was almost in waves. With the thought of prey, Fennec distantly remembered the shrew he ate this morning, it sparked a memory in his head: Swift loved shrew the most. despite her bird-indicating name, she had always loved shrews. Not to eat, though. She thought they were the cutest things in the world. Fennec smiled as he recalled the times sister built a small, shrew-proof space out of twigs. The next day, she caught a small shrew by the tail and kept as her 'pet' in the little home she made. Fennec frown as he relived the rest. Mother was mad, and Swift didn't want Tiny the Shrew to be eaten, so she knocked down his home and Tiny the Shrew was set free. Mother got really mad, and Swift didn't look the same again. he opened his eyes and looked at his cream-colored paws. This was not the time to be remembering his past.

He lifted his nose to the air, hoping to catch a whiff of a songbird or something he could catch. At first, a robin's scent lingered in the air, and then an unfamiliar one- a distinctive cat's scent. Now, Fennec had seen all the "Clans", each one had a remarkably distinguished scent, but he had never identified this one before. Fennec stood on his paws and traced the border of his fern enclave, the tips of the fronds touching his ankles. His dark gold eyes searched for a surrounding cat, his ears perked and angled to find ay bit of noise. He flicked them back and forth and side to side and found no sound to hint any more sign of a cat.

"Hello?" He called out, making his tone level so it would indicate he could be approachable but could be hostile is the case came. Surprisingly, his legs were buzzing with an energy. It was excitement, although he would defend his home, he also had a slight want to meet someone new: for fun. "Is anyone there?" he made his tone are gentle this time.