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And what might this have been? It was interesting indeed to witness a trespasser blindly cross over the borders like this wildcat had. She too had been alone once - an ally cat to be exact. That life sucked balls, due to the fact that the luckiest meal you could fetch was a half eaten burger sitting atop mounds of two-leg trash. The life she had once lived was completely and utterly revolting, and Brokenmirror was rather relieved that she had squirmed her way out of that situation.

Upon patrolling the Volcano-housing terrain, the fem had heard the booming roar. It may have came out to most as quite soft, but those triangular high frequency sound collecting systems resting upon her broad cranium would transfer the slightest scuffling into her brain to alert her that there was something nearby. The heavily scarred Maine coon felt a deep frown lacerated through her icy and apathetic facade, tracking the source of the roar.

Soon, the massive deputy would run into the trio of creatures - two registering through her mind as clanmates. As soon as Ranunculae executed the commonly asked question, the silver marbled homosexual beast would speak next. "You have trespassed onto Pyronite territory by the way." Her verbal conformation would be passed through several pairs of ears via a deep, gruff voice - one that sounded as rouged up as her own muscular appearance.

Impressive saffron slits would pin to the figure of the wildcat, her bulky giant form straight as a wooden plank. Remaining tall and stoic, the behemoth of a domestic cat would calmly await for a reply from the unknown servaline animal.