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Faythe Pov:
I sigh; answering the same question over the course of two hours got tiring I wanted to punch something but I clamped my mouth shut and forced a smile. "Are you sure you don't know the scent?" Jul asked for what could have been the 200th time. "No" I answer shaking my head and going for a sad smile. I thought I would have been better if I hadn't told her I knew marc to be honest I had no idea what kind of damage this girl could do, marc I knew whatever his reason for attacking this stray I knew it wasn't good. Marc never went out to look for a fight among the weak if he wanted a fight he would have stirred up Jace. Though By the looks of this girl she was neither helpless nor weak, her only downfall she had hollow cheek bones and bony features.
She looked slightly malnourished she probably hadn't had a decent meal her whole life, though strays normally came in-the-run-down type of way. Despite her status as the first female stray, I couldn't stop the many questions creating a whirlpool in my mind. Yet I knew how everyone was going to react accusing me and lying and dyeing her fur or something rash like that. They'd find every excuse not to believe me; the number 1 pain in their ass.
I knew it was only a matter of time before my father or Marc got impatient and sent and or came out to look for me. It's a rare case for a tabby to be let out of the watchful eyes of her fellow pride members for little more than an hour, although they knew I could handle myself they still were custom to overreaction.
Jul looked unconvinced and I growled a little under my breathe, I had never been real good at the whole 'friend' thing, I usually messed it up by snapping at them before an hour was up. However the night was still young, It was highly likely Jul had never received training but I was almost positive she could hold her own for a while anyway. The best trained tom I've never met would be marc, and if this tabby walked away with little more than a scratch, I'm sure she will do some serious damage if I didn't watch my mouth.
Jul's lips pressed into a tight white line and I could tell she felt threatened by her exerlerated heart and wide eyes. But what had I done? My answers were answered when Ethan's voice ranf across the forest. "Faythe! Where are you?" he yells quite oblivious to the fact of my close range. Considering the circumstances I breathed in relief, I was glad it was Ethan and not another tom; he would be most likely to understand.
"Over here" I call out and my guest tenses, I smile reassuringly "its fine Jul, it's just my brother" but I was proved wrong when Marc follows him into the clearing, I gap for a moment and slightly curse, earning a starnge look from the tabby now noticing Marc's presence. I shoot a warning look in him direction and he nods a clear sigh of his obligation to behave. I smile a little in thanks. Though I was sure the temporary truce wouldn't last I decided it would do for now at least.
"Ethan, Marc… this is Jul." I watch them all closely waiting for someone to attack or growl at least, but nothing was said, Marc and Jul were glaring daggers at each other and Ethan was caught between their glare, looking highly uncomfortable. I was half expecting to ask quietly for his assistance on removing Marc from the tabby, expecting him to attack it surprised me when the tabby lunged claws aimed for Marc's Throat, Ethan stepped up taking the blow.
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