Tourist of lands (open)

Hazel was getting used to the marshy terrain. None of the other territories had muck wherever you set your paw on. Her paws were brown and muddy, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t a kittypet anymore, and she grew familiar with the territories. So, there were clans here, hm? And they shunned what they called kittypets. Well, which clan owned this land? All she wanted was to feed herself and not to stay hungry. She used to be a kind cat, but that was long ago. Now, she wouldn’t feed a scrap to any cat except the crew she was so kindly accepted in. Times were tough, prey grew thinner, and she had just accustomed to the place. She had also lost her plumpness, and that only took a few days. She noticed a mouse darting through the snow. After unsheathing her claws she jumped in the air. It had slipped through her paws scampering behind her she simply growled.

The member 'Two' has done the following action : Dice roll

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#1 'Invasion Dice' :


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#2 'Hunting Dice' : 9

"Hm, I’d like to ask the same," Hazel narrowed her eyes at the sight of a clan cat. She meowed, still keeping watch if the stranger would make any move. "I feed off scraps or I feed off prey," Hazel said sourly. She was ready to get a scar, but this cat seemed passive; hopefully, she was just going to get scolded and let off towards Twolegplace. Well, that was a good assumption , she thought sarcastically , because the she-cat in front of her was swishing her tail like one of the dogs in her old nest. "I’m not here to wrestle claws, so calm down,"Hazel said without a hint of fear. Instead, she got carried off sniffing for prey, acting as if the she-cat wasn’t there.

Hazel decided to stop being so grumpy for once and made a change in personality. "You know it isn’t our fault we were born unlucky... we were never exiled, and we’re still kicked out?" she meowed in a sort of miserable tone. "Twolegplace barely has anything, and there ain’t no other place we can hunt in but here," she said. "We don’t just come here to trample over cats' businesses."Maybe if this cat, Larkshine, heard her story, they would make a change? Maybe she could understand how rogues had nothing compared to the clans.

She frowned, her gaze shifting towards the ground. "The name's Hazel, by the way." It seemed no cat wanted to hear a flea-bitten rogue like herself, so why did she think cats would change?

"I—it’s fine, Larkshine... I’ll leave," Hazel said, her eyes glimmering with sorrow. She never really let herself feel this weak, but if no one knew, she would keep getting hurt and pushed off the territory for being... different towards the clan cats. Why were rogues shunned when some weren’t all that bad? She left her kittypet nest hoping to join one of the clans, yet the crew took her in, and she was fine by it. But when she realized it included running from the cat she wanted to become, it hurt her. But... she had to leave or else she’d be chased out... chased out like she always would be for the rest of her life, shunned by her ways, shunned because she never got the opportunity. She stopped staring at the ground and nodded towards Larkshine, giving her a weak smile before racing off towards who knew where. She just had to get out... and clear... her mind for a little bit. Forget this happened…