Quite as a Cat | Open

It was a peaceful day despite the swarm of people in the farmers market. Katelynn nimbly walked among the crowd, light on her feet and swimming through the crowd like a salmon traveling upstream. With a soft, small hand the young teenager pressed a messenger bag close to her frame to prevent from hitting someone. No need to cause unwanted trouble by a simple smack of a bag. She had all ready had one bicker today in the fifteen minutes she'd been in the market, she didn't want another. Some people just got so upset over the stupidest things. It's not like she intentionally went around smacking people or trying to start fights. That just wasn't who she was.

Currently the only things in Katelynn's bag consisted of her sketch pad, a pencil and some money. Everything else she owned was either at her home in town, the one she had abandoned after her mothers disappearance, and in the abandoned house she was currently calling home back in the forest. Oh the forest, such an interesting place to live and full of interesting Skin-Walkers. Although the forest had things to offer, it didn't have everything which is what brought her here. Casually she went from table to table, checking over every item and only getting what she needed most. With the money she had she purchased a small loaf a bread, a dozen eggs, jam and a some vegetables.

Finally she strolled over toward the fruit section of the farmers market. Her hazel eyes watched intently as she watched a teenager girl walk past a few times before stealing apples from an old man. A frown tugged on the corner of her mouth as she watched the teenager walk away. How could anyone be so cruel and steal from an old man? Katelynn looked at the money she had left and then briskly walked toward the apple stand. She picked up half a dozen apples, payed and then stuck three back. Honestly she wasn't a big fan of apples but whatever, at least the old man wasn't loosing any money now. Afterward she followed after the thief for a confrontation. Once within arms length Katelynn reached forward to grab Kora's shoulder. "Why would you do that? He's an old man, you have no right to take what he worked so hard to harvest." She hissed lightly under her breath, hoping the teenager would hear her words.

Katelynn quickly tugged her hand close to her body as Kora briskly turned around. She narrowed her eyes as she was looked down upon. Then Katelynn tucked her hands in the pockets of her dark washed skinny jeans and tilted her head slightly back to meet the strangers gaze.

"You have no right to judge me"

The words were sharp but quiet and Katelynn could see the challenging look upon this teenager's olive green irises. "And you have no right to steal from others." She countered boldly. "Nor do you have the right to make an assumption that I'm judging you. I'm not judging, just merely trying to find out why you've done what you have. I'm sure he's not the only one you've stolen from today." For a brief second she dropped her gaze from Kora's, just to make sure nobody was focusing on their conversation. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them - good, Katelynn ended up thinking to herself.

Then casually but very slowly she pulled her hand out of her pocket. With short but thin fingers Katelynn pushed the ash brown colored bangs of her pixie styled hair out of her face. She looked back up at Kora, searching the teenagers face for any clear warnings of what was about to come.