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The junkyard is a place that only the desperate would dare go, and unfortunately for Echostep, they are indeed beginning to grow desperate. The morning is cold and the prey is scarce as they stalk the pocosin—it is only when the sun begins to rise that Echostep calls it quits, and turns their attention to the land outside of ShadowClan's borders. The junkyard has proven a successful scavenging location before, leading the blue-furred thief to travel there again today. As they pass through the gates and into the junkyard, the bundle of items—gathered both from the junkyard itself and from the lands of ShadowClan, to be used for trade if they can find any willing participants—swings slightly from their jaws. And it seems, as they turn a corner and come nearly face-to-face with a pale, admittedly not bad-looking molly. A resident of the junkyard, they realize after a moment.
"Ah, good evening," they murmur, straightening to their full height as they face the stranger. They make no attempt to intimidate the other, knowing that they are well out of their element here and likely outnumbered. Where one junkyard cat lurks in sunlight, plenty more are likely to be lurking in the shadows of bent sheet metal and rusted-out cars. The ShadowClanner wastes no time in making their case: "I actually… had hoped I might come across others here. I'm looking for food, see, and I even have goods to trade in return. Or, if it's more to your speed, I could lend my strength to any projects you wish to see fulfilled." Green eyes flash in the glow of the rising sun, hopeful that something they've offered will at least pique the other's interest. Of course, there's always the chance that this molly will also be lacking food, so they can't hinge their bets solely on this cat—that's why they've started so early in the day, to give themself time to find another, potentially more gullible, cat if necessary.
"Ah, good evening," they murmur, straightening to their full height as they face the stranger. They make no attempt to intimidate the other, knowing that they are well out of their element here and likely outnumbered. Where one junkyard cat lurks in sunlight, plenty more are likely to be lurking in the shadows of bent sheet metal and rusted-out cars. The ShadowClanner wastes no time in making their case: "I actually… had hoped I might come across others here. I'm looking for food, see, and I even have goods to trade in return. Or, if it's more to your speed, I could lend my strength to any projects you wish to see fulfilled." Green eyes flash in the glow of the rising sun, hopeful that something they've offered will at least pique the other's interest. Of course, there's always the chance that this molly will also be lacking food, so they can't hinge their bets solely on this cat—that's why they've started so early in the day, to give themself time to find another, potentially more gullible, cat if necessary.
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ECHOSTEPTHEY/SHE, SHADOWCLAN THIEF
✧ sleek-furred blue lynx point with a long tail & green eyes
✧ quiet and cunning, values authority over empathy
✧ npc x npc ; no known kin
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed ; hates being touched
✧ played by foxlore
