Seeking [o]

[Asaria]

Her soft pawsteps echoed on the stone as Asaria Cheinaries, High Felis of the Cheinaries, journeyed down the slope to the chamber where the Micia High Felis, Grim, was supposed to hold audiences. It had been no easy task convincing the hunters that she wasn't going to kill him, but it had worked. She brushed some snow off of her back with her tail, the white stuff falling off with a gentle plop.

She looked around at the stone chamber. She had been High Felis for two years, yet she had only met Grim and the other High Felis once, at the first Silenced Battles. Oh... They needed to plan those, too. Twitching her tail, Asaria scented to see if Grim was nearby. The Micia were more docile then some, but didn't take kindly to strangers.

[Grim]

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Grim sat, speaking with another feline, with his tail flicking back and forth across the ground beneath him. His nose wrinkled at the scent of an unfamiliar newcomer, that seemed faintly familiar at the same time. Getting to his paws he moved out of the little area where he lay hidden behind a pile of rocks where he spoke with one of his members.

Spotting Asaria, his muscles tensed some, and his fur stood slightly on end. He did not know why she had come unto his territory, and he wasn't much ecstatic about it, either. He crossed the small space between the two of them, and he eyed her carefully, no part of him moving but rather holding a sort of aggressive stance.