Wilder sniffed around the abandoned homes, making his way up and down the street. He'd been lucky a few times in regards to finding discarded bedding, as well as food that had busted out of their little shiny, twoleg-made prisons due to the fire for whatever reason. Though that tactic was drying up now, as the time since the fire stretched longer and longer. Wilder has not reliably found food using that method for quite a while now, but since he was in a part of town he didn't usually visit, he thought he might as well look.
Nosing through charred brush of a once-probably-nice garden, he was startled to see another cat. Most of the kittypets he knew were taken by their persons, so to see a white pelt move familiarly through a den was surprising. Of course, this
could just be another loner that decided to set up shop while the people were still gone. But somehow, he doubted that. There was a starved, uncomfortable look about the other tom, like he wasn't used to hunger or cold, or anything beyond the cushy pelts and pellets of a kittypet life.
Wilder debated his options, as he watched the other cat disappear out of his sight. He could engage, or he could leave. But it's been a while since he's spoken to another cat, and he's recently had a few bites of... what could be considered food, plus he wasn't injured or anything. If there was a fight, he'd probably win. Okay. He'll do this.
The black and white tom crept forward until he could see the other cat again. "Hey buddy, what're you doing here?" Wilder called, half-hidden in the burnt away foliage. He squinted at the tom, then added, "Wow, you're skinny. Forget how to eat?" Can't be too friendly, of course. Plus, like before, it's been a little bit. Might as well have some fun.
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Luna16 :3 wilder can be a little snippy, sarcastic, etc with how he speaks. or at least that's what was coming out of me as i was writing lol