[Dolomedes]

The Nameless
He/him | Loner | Moons: 4 | No Purrks

The nameless found himself in the outskirts again after traveling the day before from the housefolk place. His mother assigned him a three day lesson, 'Find a mentor and acquire a new skill.' It was simple enough, the tom mused to himself as he continued traveling through the thicket of trees and ever changing territories, looking for any sign of other cats around. At least it seemed easy compared to other tasks he had been set out to do.

His oversized ears caught wind of a voice and immediately swiveled towards it. From the voice they didn't sound threatening, the tom opened his jaws trying to taste the air and see if he could narrow down what the cat was. Kittypets tended to have softer smells, untainted by the harsher scents of nature and even blood after prolonged injury. Loners tended to have overly confusing scents, hard to narrow down exactly what. Strikers, by his parents terms, often smelt like the scent of death was stuck clinging to their pelts like a smog, metallic enough to almost taste on your tongue.

Anyways, this cat seemed to be leaning towards a kittypet or a loner, definitely not a striker which seemed safe enough to approach. The feline took more care to hide their pawsteps, he needed to practice his stalking anyways, made as well see if he could sneak up on this cat. Eventually, the other cat came into view. A small tom. Any flicker of fear the nameless had was gone, he could easily take this cat in a fight if need be.

Approaching the cat from behind, the tom still kept his pawsteps as light as possible, watching the other cat with curiosity. As he got closer, the nameless finally spoke up, "What're you doin'?"

The nameless almost caughed, his voice on the rougher side from his lack of using it but he refused to cough and perhaps signal this strange cat from seeing any semblance of weakness. Even if just for a brief moment.

(Not reread or edited, if there are any major mistakes let me know o7)
[ @CrimsonOaks - Ollie ]