Lost in Soror [open]

Too hot. Too hot. This was ridiculous, honestly. Morgan half wondered whether Sororian lands had some kind of curse, to be plagued with heat more intense than where the sun shone elsewhere to the same degree, but then again she supposed that the wasteland of territory didn't have the shelter of leafy canopies or an abundance of shady foliage. The diluted calico she-cat had been wandering for a good while, exploring to her heart's desire, considering the colonists occupying this particular region had a reputation of being relatively lenient when it came to accommodating freeloaders like herself. Besides, the Sororian territory was also notorious for its unforgiving climate and perilous living conditions, meaning only the toughest of the tough would dare to venture. To Morgan, it sounded like fun!

Admittedly the pleasure she'd derived from exploring the unfamiliar area had worn thin very quickly, the sweltering sunshine soaking into her thankfully thin coat and sapping her stamina. She was getting pretty hot and bothered by this point, and there wasn't even any shady spots to rest and seek shelter from the unforgiving sun. Eventually she settled on just finding a drink, having clambered to higher ground only for a glittering pool in the near distance to catch her eye, winking invitingly towards her like some desert mirage. Her drained olive eyes had lit up and she'd made a bumbling beeline, paw pads never laying too long considering the cracked ground was beginning to feel akin to burning coals beneath them.

However she paused as a rippling white coat caught her eye and she slowed to realisation someone had beaten her to her destination, blinking owlishly towards the tomcat stooped over the water's edge with a slow tilt of her head as her defined features melted into the beginnings of a frown. He had a somewhat distinctive scent that contrasted to their Sororian surroundings... Was he perhaps, not native to this region either? Her expression lit up again, an impish smile crawling across her maw as she began to stalk closer. In that case, he had no business in telling her to scram.

"Oh my gosh, hi! I wasn't expecting to see anyone else sightseeing in a place like this~!"

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Morgan continued to beam at the unfamiliar tom even as he bristled and rounded on her, as if in preparation to attack, before her relaxed demeanour seemed to signify that she didn't pose a threat and took him off edge as a result. Her countenance was the epitome of glee as if she'd just run into an old friend rather than a complete stranger, radiating an air of amiable overfamiliarity as she swished her sleek furred tail in wait for the white-pelted Patrian to ease up enough to respond. She watched as his expression settled into a mask of indifference, the calico's cheery smile failing to falter to an almost unnerving degree as she tilted her head into a slight angle, and once he'd adequately adjusted himself he begun to speak.

Her suspicions were confirmed. This tom wasn't a Sororian native. And as his phlegmatic explanation began to peter into slight stammering Morgan's smile only broadened, her eyes glinting euphorically as she only tilted her head more, breaking into a light giggle as she bounded to join him at the poolside. She gave him a sly side-eye as she drew back her lips to give a pearly toothed grin before her gaze was settling on her glittering, distorted reflection.

"A friend, you say? You hesitated a little bit there, don't think I didn't notice! Oh my gosh, is it a girl? Cross-colony romance? Scandalous! Don't worry, your secret's safe with me, honey," she simpered, dipping towards the pool to take a few much-needed laps from the glittering surface, letting the heavenly coolness trickle down her parched throat as she fought off another grin in wait of a reaction from the tomcat. "My, my, that's a gorgeous coat you have! Although isn't it like, a tad unbearable in this heat?"

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