A shiver ran through the orange tiger queen as she looked around at her surroundings. She was just a young teenager, what was she thinking venturing this close to Hench territory alone? She shook her head, then held it high as she took another step. She wasn't just a teenager. She was the head healer of the jellicle tribe, and she had responsibilities to them. All those strays that had been rescued had ate away at most of her basic supplies.
It was her duty to procure more. She had gathered the herbs and plants she needed, that were in season. But there was still two that she was lacking, plus the things that weren't natural. Though she had already found some old blankets in one of the non-used corners of the yard to rip up for rags to clean wounds and wraps to relieve strains and breaks. But she needed gauze for the deeper wounds. And new bowls that weren't stained with blood
She could have told Munkustrap what she needed and where she was going to get it. He would have sent one of the protectors to escort her. Possibly Alonzo. However, she couldn't appear frail and incompetent.
What message would that send to Old Deuteronomy?That she was incapable of doing her job, that's what.
Stubbornly, she pressed forward, searching for any place that might be able to serve her needs.
The patch-furred tom wandered aimlessly about Macavity's territory, unknowingly getting himself further and further from the warehouse, inching closer to the city. Fangorn couldn't possibly imagine a more boring day than this one was proving thus far. Having finished his patrol, he'd first gone and made his report. Heh...report, that's a laugh. His 'report,' such as it was, had merely been that he'd seen no one doing nothing to anyone anywhere. While this technically ought to be a good thing - it meant that, at least for the moment, no enemies were lurking about - to Fang, it felt like a failure. Why did the interesting discoveries never seem to happen during his patrols? Why, say, did he never find a Jellicle to run off, or - even better - some stray cat looking for a gang to join? Adding another hench to the ranks would be a great way to earn some rapport among the other henches, and (more to the point) get noticed by The Boss. But no. Nothing ever happens to me.
What had he joined the henches for? To prove himself. Yet he'd scarcely had any opportunity in all this time. Maybe he ought to go over and above his duties - actually go to the Junkyard, spy around, see if anything was happening, find some good chance for The Boss to attack, or turn Jellicles to the henches' side... That seemed to be the sort of thing the Boss liked, and yet all had been quiet lately.
With all this running through his mind, he'd been unable to rest as he usually did after patrolling. Instead, he'd taken to wandering and brooding. Being off-duty, he hadn't paid especial attention to where he was going, which was how he'd ended up near the city. ... And, he thought, looking around him in disgust, nothing seemed to be happening here either.
Just as he was getting ready to turn tail and head back to the warehouse, his ears pricked up at what sounded like footsteps approaching. He stayed where he was, not especially concerned to hide himself. From the sound of the pawsteps, it was only one feline. As the other cat came closer, Fang thought she looked vaguely familiar. A Jellicle? She looked young - he doubted she'd been in the 'yard at the same time as him, or if she had been, she must have been tiny.
At any rate, here at last was something to do. For now he had no intentions of doing more than talk - she was on neutral ground, after all, and Macavity hadn't ordered him to go off kitnapping anyone. Of course, if the perfect opportunity arises, and it's just too good to pass up... He shrugged. It was always a possibility. Depended on what she was up to. The important thing was that his boredom was about to evaporate. For now, he let a grin to spread across his features.
"Afternoon," he greeted, pleasantly enough, stepping into Jenny's path. "What might a lady like yourself be doing out and about alone?" He glanced at the stubborn look on the queen's face. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing - or be good at pretending she knew, at least. "Out on an important mission, I take it?"
((if you don't want it to be afternoon, but some other time of day, let me know and I'll edit ^^ Also, pardon me as I relearn how to RP Fang XD It's been a long time!))
Jenny had just been walking, and most likely too enthralled with looking for the right places, that she hadn't sensed when another cat walked up towards her. The deeper, and distinctly male voice had spooked her. She spun around, a paw on her chest, feeling her wildly beating heart. Jenn gave the tom a scrutinizing look. "Do you make it your mission to scare young girls???"
Jenn would admit, only to herself, that she was sheltered. A few weeks ago, at the jellicle ball, had been her first real run in with Hench Cats, and the infamous Macavity. She honestly wasn't sure if she'd be able to tell a hench cat from a stray. Though, she imagined all hench cats would be mangy, ill-groomed, smelly, and just radiate this awful and evil aura. She didn't sense any of that from him.
Maybe a stray...her grandmother use to teach mice, and cockroaches. Perhaps she had a thing for strays too. Jenn always assumed they were uncivilized and after tending to and witnessing that one feral stray cat's behavior in her infirmary; she had some evidence to her assumptions.
With a steely stubborn look to her eyes, her head raised to meet his. "And just who might you be? And what business is it of yours?"