.Simply. {Wandering}

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Gentle pawsteps. Senses alert. Adalia was in RageClan territory, where it was rumored ruthless cats dwelled. Alas, she didn't care. Young she was, she was witty and quick-thinking, and remained somewhere near the border in case she needed to make a quick getaway.
Parting her jaws slightly, she picked up only the RageClan scent that was strong nearby; because of the border. Any cats nearby, she wasn't sure, but kept alert anyway.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Shadows seemed to move, but in reality it was just a black pelted tom. His white paws were the only thing that seperated him from the shadows of his home. Lightfoot was out and enjoying himself. He had recently been made a warrior, and he was enjoying his first hunt as one. But as he was about to take down a squirrel a scent hit him and the squirrel. A snarl came from him as his prey darted away before he could spring on it. "Who's there." He called out sharply, his anger from the spoiled hunt showing.

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A slight breeze picked up Adalia's scent and carried it away from her, and she cursed herself mentally as someone voiced themselves. Instead of saying no answer, a coward's choice, Adalia meowed, "Show yourself." Showing no fear in her tone, she didn't move from her spot. Claws unsheathed, in case whoever it was decided to attack.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

"You have no right to ask me to show myself when you are in my clan's territory. But I will none the less come out." Lightfoot said as he stepped from the shadows and into the sunlight. Looking around he spotted Adalia, and as soon as his eyes rested on her he felt his fur prickle. "Who are you?" He asked, the anger seemingly vanished from his voice as he looked at the she-cat.

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"I'm Adalia." She answered, looking over the tomcat. "And, I have all the right to ask you to show yourself--it may be your Clan's territory, but I'm no Clan cat, therefore I don't abide by Clan customs." Adalia let her icey blue gaze meet Lightfoot's. "But since you haven't attacked me, I'm taking it RageClan isn't heartless like others tell me. And, who are you?" She asked curiously.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Lightfoot was caught up by looking at the she-cat's looks, that at first he didn't hear what she had said. But he quickly snapped himself back to normal and nodded. "But it's common sense." He said and then thought. "I think by far this is still the cruelest clan, but we have had some new leaders who have soften the clan. But alot of them still are quite mean." He said then mentally hitting himself for just giving away information about his clan like that.

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Adalia smirked at how he simply gave away something like that, especially to a loner he just met no more than a few moments ago. She sat down, realizing how small she must look. If she was a Clan cat, she would surely be mistaken for a young apprentice. Feeling self-conscious about this fact around the handsome tom, the tip of her tail twitched unvoluntarily. "I'm going to assume you're a warrior..right?"

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

"Just recently I was made one." Lightfoot said, unable to hide the pride in his voice. "My name is Lightfoot, what's your's?" He asked sitting down, while moving alittle closer. Her small size made him think that if she was of the clan she'd be an apprentice, yet he had also realized not to judge a cat based on size. "Might I ask if you are apprentice or warrior age?" He asked putting his head down alittle.

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"My name is Adalia. And if I were to be of a Clan, I'd be a warrior. A new one, more likely. I wouldn't know." Adalia shrugged, and decided to ask another question to the tom. "Being in a Clan..does it have a sense of family?" An odd question, but she asked anyway.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

"Oh okay." Lightfoot said slightly embarrassed. "I guess it does. Though some cats can be mean, but it's that what a family is about.." He stated then thought of a question he was afraid to ask, but he forced himself to. "Do you have a family?" He asked meaning more of a mate and kits, than if she had parents. She obviously had parents or else she wouldn't be here.

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Partially expecting this, she answered, "No. If you mean like, parents and siblings, no, they all died, except my brother...I haven't heard from him in nearly three moons." She looked down at her paws, holding back tears that threatened to fall. Despite almost three full moons have passed since her brother leaving her altogether, she still felt hurt. They were so close, then he just left her. Quickly gathering herself, she looked back up and added, "As for my own family...no. I have...trusting problems, to put it simple, with allowing cats to get close to me." Adalia didn't go into detail as to why, because she didn't exactly feel he wanted to know her life story.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

'I want to know more.' Lightfoot thought then shook his head. 'No, she's a loner look for a she-cat in your own clan.' He snapped at himself. He wasn't against loners or rouges, only he knew it was against the warrior code if they hadn't been accepted into the clan. "What brings you to Rageclan?" He asked half hoping she was here to try and join the clan.

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Adalia shrugged. "Just wandering around. Nothing special. Just the same old, same old." She looked at her white paws quickly, before shooting her icey blues back up to meet his gaze. Another scent filled her nostrils, and she straightened, her eyes looking at the ground, mouth slightly open, trying to focus on the scent.
Fox!
She got up on her paws without warning, unsheathing her claws, not saying a word, not moving anywhere.

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[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Lightfoot slightly stumbled backwards as she lept up, thinking she might attack. But he noticed her trying to locate a scent, so he stood and took in the scents around him. "Fox?" He questioned, his claws sliding out of their sheath. Turning he went to face where the scent was coming from.

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Adalia nodded, and took a couple ginger pawsteps behind Lightfoot, tensing her muscles.
The canine leapt from the bush, landing in front of the two cats, growling furiously. A hunger fired in it's dark eyes, and seeing Adalia was smaller, it made a lunge towards her.
She was surprised, but leapt onto it's back as it landed where she was once standing, sinking her claws into it's back.

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