Atari Territory

[Neptune.]

Merlin
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31 moons || he/him || Atari Claw
grey classic tabby w/ flecks of tan, high white and moderate scaring; brown eyes

It seemed that these days Merlin was finding himself outside of camp more and more often. The colony was often loud, and there was so much happening that he could hardly find a quiet moment to sit by himself and think save for the late hours of the night. Not that he particularly minded all things considered. But the quiet of the territory was something the tabby found himself needing more and more of in recent moons.

So, color him surprised when a strange scent comes across that belonged to neither the Atari nor to their current adversary, or even to that new group that had found a home in these mountains. Slipping into a low bush nearby, the scarred tom observes for a moment. This cat was certainly making no effort to hide the fact he was here. Did he just miss the Atari scent markers entirely? Was he stupid?

The question of whether or not it was smart to confront him alone briefly flashes through Merlin's mind, but, though he cannot remember it, he knows he's held his own against multiple cats at once before. Besides, he wouldn't be very much of a Claw if he couldn't hold his own, now would he?

"Excuse me!" Merlin calls out, slinking out of the bush where he'd been hiding previously. "This is Atari land, what do you think you're doing here?" Small, stubby tail goes through the motions of lashing back and forth, though the effect is not quite as strong as it might have been before it was bitten off.

[ @Goopysharkboi ]

[Goopysharkboi]

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Merlin
~<>~
31 moons || he/him || Atari Claw
grey classic tabby w/ flecks of tan, high white and moderate scaring; brown eyes

It seemed that these days Merlin was finding himself outside of camp more and more often. The colony was often loud, and there was so much happening that he could hardly find a quiet moment to sit by himself and think save for the late hours of the night. Not that he particularly minded all things considered. But the quiet of the territory was something the tabby found himself needing more and more of in recent moons.

So, color him surprised when a strange scent comes across that belonged to neither the Atari nor to their current adversary, or even to that new group that had found a home in these mountains. Slipping into a low bush nearby, the scarred tom observes for a moment. This cat was certainly making no effort to hide the fact he was here. Did he just miss the Atari scent markers entirely? Was he stupid?

The question of whether or not it was smart to confront him alone briefly flashes through Merlin's mind, but, though he cannot remember it, he knows he's held his own against multiple cats at once before. Besides, he wouldn't be very much of a Claw if he couldn't hold his own, now would he?

"Excuse me!" Merlin calls out, slinking out of the bush where he'd been hiding previously. "This is Atari land, what do you think you're doing here?" Small, stubby tail goes through the motions of lashing back and forth, though the effect is not quite as strong as it might have been before it was bitten off.

[ @Goopysharkboi ]

"Oh, I didn't realize. I just assumed that if there was no group here there would be a chance I could try and locate my brother. But since it seems there is a group here, is there any chance that I may join? I might as well just give up trying to find my brother since I can't find him." Shogun spoke in a calm, very polite voice.