LESS I KNOW THE BETTER ☆ moth missing

[michael t.]

Michael hadn't been in the Pitt for long now. A week, maybe, if he was estimating correctly. He didn't know exactly, since he'd spent most of his time just trying to readjust to being outside again, out in the open air without people coming to torture him every hour. He spent the majority of his time just wandering around The Pitt's territory, familiarizing himself with things besides just the cave that he had chosen to be his home. It wasn't the most exciting process in the world, and he still felt the restless itch beneath his fur even when he was wondering in circles through the jungle, but he did pick up a few interesting things. Surprisingly – or perhaps unsurprisingly – Pittians tended to be pretty big gossips, and it didn't take long before the bobcat knew the entirety of the story of how Kydobi had become leader, and how the Pitt had fallen from their former glory. It had made him snort at first, amused that such a huge place that acted like hot shit could be taken down like that. However, that place was unfortunately now his home, for better or worse. He intended only to stay until his injuries were fully healed, but he honestly had no idea what he was going to do once that happened. Leave and go back to his old life? Listlessly wander around, searching for Trevor? It didn't sound very fulfilling.

Intent on proving himself to be something – and also finding something to do so that he'd stop focusing on the weird empty feeling inside of him – Michael had asked around enough to learn that Tanglewood was one of the primary enemies of The Pitt. They'd been part of the huge combination of groups that had fucked them over before, and still weren't exactly seen as friendly by Kydobi. That was enough info for Michael, who had immediately decided to go on a little reconnaissance mission to the swamp dwelling group. He was still sliced up, and thus knew he couldn't do anything too horrible, but that wasn't really his intention anyways. He had never been one for senseless violence. He didn't kill randomly – at least not unless they were in his way – or torture people for fun. He just wanted to maybe nab someone, just so that the Pitt could start to be feared again, and maybe he could get something in return. He wasn't quite sure what yet, but he bet Tanglewood would offer anything up in exchange for one of their friends or family.

Either way, after washing the scent of the Pitt thoroughly from his fur – which hadn't been too hard, given the short time he had been there – the bobcat had wandered over the Tanglewood border, tugging a little at his bandages. He had made sure to make himself look as beaten up as possible, his jewelry and aviators forgotten back at home in exchange for a disheveled, bloody appearance. Once the scent of someone nearby finally caught his nose, he stopped moving forward, plopping his butt down and letting out a whine of pain. He meowed softly, putting on the dramatics, "Hello? Is there somebody there that can help me?" Hopefully whoever came across him wasn't too big. He had the advantage of a surprise attack, hopefully, but he was still injured, and physical power was far from his strong suit.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]