- Feb 28, 2023
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Zorro was sure that clans spun tales about the life of a loner, how the very nature of its name doomed one to a life of solitude, and how being a part of a group was 'so much better'. He'd wondered since his first encounter with a clan cat, how that latter argument could be the case when justice seemed to be forsaken for politics and your life was forever in the paws of someone with more power than you. It seemed like a smothering life, and with enough strangers crossing the bobtail's path at any given moment, he figured he had everything he needed. His figure had thinned somewhat from the encroaching leaf-bare, the twolegs somewhat reluctant to feed him owing to the red ribbon of ownership donning his neck, all the same, he'd survived without the need to rip his treasure to shreds. A short ways away from the city, Zorro's nose had drawn him to a hulking black mass pulled taut by whatever contents lurked within. Sprightly legs carried him closer to the bag, having spent enough time lurking in the streets to know what these things promised. He was also very aware of what they attracted.
Out in the wilderness, it wouldn't take long for a fox or even larger animal to draw nearer due to the aroma of slightly expired food, if they weren't already watching from the shadows with hungry eyes. Zorro could predict a flood of interest the moment he opened the garbage bag, with a sense of urgency, he prepared his breathing and cast his attention to the half-dead foliage. Someone was there... but he had to chance it. He pressed a paw to the bag and with a horrible rrrrrrrriip, the contents spilled out to the grassy floor. Wrappers of long-consumed fast food caused his dark nose to scrunch up and with an ebony paw, the tom began to paw at banana skins and apple cores in search of a prize far more fitting for a cat. White-striped ears flicked at the rustle behind him and he looked over his shoulder. Blue-grey eyes locked to where he'd last heard the watcher, his ears angled backward slightly in anticipation of a negative encounter. He could admire the lengths others would go to to get what they wanted, but sometimes, it wasn't worth it. "I won't fight for it if you won't, friend. How about we share what we find?"