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"So this is the mercenary den, not really super cool like it used to be back in, our day," Sean winked at her, "Ohhh! And over here is the scout den, now these are the new cool guys. Also top pro tip is that we call these things lofts, not dens. Or-well at least I do," He scoffed, "Anywayyys, how've you been? Have you been working for any new dashing commanders out beyond the clans?" the superior purred to his ex scout superior.
Mittens blinked, because she was sure like two seconds ago, she'd been somewhere else. And now... Uh... Who was this guy? "Meow," Mittens said, nodding 'cause yup, she totally knew who this guy was, totally knew where she was, and absolutely wasn't confused out of her mind. Fake it 'til you make it and all that jazz. "Meow," she said, complimenting the ceiling, and the fake sun drawn on the cave wall. It really tied the whole place together and made it seem less like a dreary, dark cave, and more like a dreary, dark cave with a sun painted on it.
"UH! Mittens, please," Sean smiled, bumping her playfully across the shoulder blushing because cats could totally blush, "You're too much, I'm blushing all over. C'mon, I'll show you my favorite room, uh! You're going to love it," He enthused as he began to lead the way down the tunnels. "You know Mittens, you truly are a legend around here, you might catch a few stares, but don't pay them any mind."
Mittens looked sideways at this strange cat, who was inappropriately touching her in a dark tunnel. Like, uh... creep much? Honestly, Mittens was getting tired of finding all these weirdoes, but ya know, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. The way to wherever it was they were going was long, and boring, and— "Meow," Mittens suddenly said, 'cause was that a weird glowing worm? 'Cause that totally looked like a weird glowing worm. Gross. Glow worms were the absolute worst. Mittens still had nightmares about them after some crazy guy put a bunch in her bed before.
"Here we are!" Sean exclaimed, waving his paw as they entered a room with crystals dangling from the ceiling by string probably, maybe some strong cobwebs, who really knew. It was an entire room with his rock collection all lined up on stone shelving. "Amazing isn't it?" He purred before turning to look at Mittens more closely, "Actuallyyy, I may have splurged and got you something," He said in a sing song voice, "here!" He said, nudging a red rock over to her. It had a black face and black dots covering it with a thick black line running along the middle, "It's a ladybug pet rock, don't you love it?" He purred.
What. Mittens blinked down at the strange rock shoved towards her. "Meow," she said, confused and more than a bit worried. Why was this rock covered in dried blood and black mold? Was this a declaration of war? Was this... an assassination attempt???
Mittens knew she shouldn't have followed strangers into dark alleyways. It was personal safety 101. Never follow random people into dark places when they have visible weaponry on them. And fangs and claws definitely, totally counted as weaponry. "Meow," Mittens hissed, 'cause she wasn't gonna let some rock kill her.
Sean gasped, "You don't like it, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, okayyy, I will get you something just give me a moment!" He said hurriedly before looking around desperately for a better gift. You can do this Sean, do NOT panic. "Uh ummm... Does this one please you more?" he asked picking up a random black cat plushy he spotted on the ground without think much of it.
Mittens... Mittens was thrown. She was shell-shocked, absolutely bamboozled. This... this cute, adorable, plushy black thing. She wanted to cuddle it, and put it in her bed, and sleep on it like a pillow. But no. No. Mittens was strong. She could resist. Besides, it probably had a bomb in it or something crazy. Nope. Nope. Mittens would refuse.
Mittens sat down resolutely and stared straight at the other cat, no matter how much she wanted to glance at the cute, cuddly, plushy monstrosity of adorableness. Mittens would not waver. "Meow," she said. Then added, 'cause wow, that cat really looked stricken by the fact that his assassination ploys weren't working, said, "Meow meow?" 'Cause like, she'd totally willingly pretend to throw herself off a cliff if it'd please his weird overlords or cat gods or whoever's orders he was following. Ya know what they say, don't kill the messenger, even when they bring gifts of death to your doorstep.
Sean sighed, "I understand, in your culture I suppose you don't accept gifts for heroic deeds. What a beautiful place you must come from ex superior Mittens," He smirked before shaking his head, "Any who I think we all know what needs to come next, you have GOT to meet my hamster!! Snowyyy!" He called in a cutesy tone before moving his paws to find her on his own because it wasn't like hamsters came on command. Instead though Snowy came down from the ceiling, apparently she was a ninja hamster. The small syrian white hamster bumped onto the top of Mitten's head before rolling down onto her back.
This was the end! Oh the agony! The horror! Mittens wailed as she was pelted on the head by a concealed weapon. Oh, she knew she should've checked the ceiling for traps! Instead, she'd been drawn in by the death omen rock, and the cutesy weapon of darkness, and now... this.
Was this how Mittens would finally die? Alone, friendless, in a cave far beneath the ground with only the dirt around to cushion her bones? And—
Hang on a sec. Was that a rodent?
Mittens suddenly perked up, ears twitching. "... Meow," Mittens said, 'cause even if that rat was poisoned, Mittens totally wanted to eat it. Or maybe not eat it, but at least pounce on it. And bat it around a bit. And maybe, just maybe, keep it on the fringe of death as she watched it struggle and flounder to escape. Ya know, the usual cat things. "Meow."
"AWW! You love her? I'm so happy! Here, let's go outside for a bit and just hangout then. Snowy loves trips to the outdoors," Sean said.
Walking past Mittens, Snowy leapt onto Sean's head as though it were her throne. Leading Mittens outside they emerged from the tunnel, much closer to a beach, "Ah, the open seas," Sean said wistfully, "I always hated the ocean, but hey, it has rocks here too! Ocean rocks!" Sean snickered before poking at one of the seashells just to annoy Mittens into believing he didn't know what a seashell was. But off in the distance of the ocean Mitten's could see a ship approaching.
Ah. Yes, commendable idea. Mittens nodded as she glanced around at the beach. This was a great final resting place for the rodent that now rode atop his head. Give it one last moment to enjoy the fresh air, the sea salt on the breeze, the—
"Meow," Mittens pointed out. 'Cause that wasn't a ship. It was a plane. A sea plane. With propellers, and everything. And it was running towards them, at full speed. Which, technically meant it was an amphibious plane, and not a sea plane, but pfft. Schemantics. "Meow," Mittens said, her voice a bit strangled—but still very much dignified, thank you very much—as she stepped casually and quickly away from their approaching doom.
Screw dinner, yo. Dying ain't worth it for some bite-sized rat. Seriously, what kind of rat didn't even have a tail?
"Whaaaaaaaaa?" Sean said in slow motion as he turned to look at the plane, but it was too late. Sean had to face his fate. He had to know that destiny was calling him, death, this was it, the end of the line. A moment that not even his five extra lives could survive. That is until a strong yodel could be heard as a dashing blue grey tom leapt in the face of the plane grabbed Sean and tugged the origin superior and himself out of the path.
Flipping his locks of shimmer blue grey fur the tom turned to look at Mittens with that signature kiss me looking gaze that every hot guy in a story had, "Hey, I'm Zephyr, Zephyrglade, who might you be?"
Oh god. Mittens knew the type, and Mittens loathed the type with a fiery passion. The hot guy who always got the chick in the end, who always showed up in the nick of time, acting all cool and suave and so very shallow. Very impressive showing, rescuing this guy. NOT. Pfft. Mittens could've done that in her sleep had she wanted to. But she hadn't, 'cause despite what everyone thought, Mittens liked doing things with the least amount of effort involved on her part. And that included standing by and watching idly as chaos happened, slowly blinking and wondering how her life led her to this very moment.
"Meow," Mittens said smugly, sweeping the rat into her palm. See? She seemed to say. I just saved someone's life too. Beat that, Chad.
"Heh, think you're hot stuff, huh? What's gonna happen when the tide shifts?" Zephyr asked, knocking the rat right out of Mitten's open paw. The paw that she had used as a safe heaven for her rescued rat. The paw that the rat believed would shelter him belonging to a cat named Mitten's that for a short time in that rats life he had seen as a god. Now though, that rat was tossed, gone, face first in the stand, disgraced. That rat that Mittens thought she had saved from the cruel world was tossed aside like yesterdays prey.
"You're cute and smart, but you're not going to survive this wild west without me," Zephyr reassured them.
"Umm... We're at a beach, what do we need surviving from?" Sean asked, dusting the sand off of himself, scoffing he quickly added, "Besides the plane."
"How about land sharks? What are you going to do when one of them attacks you? Can you two even swim?" Zephyr asked.
Mittens watched dispassionately as the rat tumbled and fell and, whoopsie daisies, landed on a conveniently placed button. Someone had obviously littered on this beach, or had accidentally dropped a remote control onto the ground. Either way, in the distance... Boom! A burst of flames appeared, smoke billowed forth, the land shook, and birds shot out of the nearby trees as the apocolypse began.
"Meow," Mittens pointed out. 'Cause yo, that was totally Hot Guy's fault. Had he not showed up, none of this would've happened, and she was totally laying all the blame at his feet. "Meow meow," she said, 'cause have fun cleaning that up, Mr. Oh So Cool. Forest fires ain't nothing to laugh about, and setting off some kind of crazy explosion? For shame. For shame.
"OHHHHH!!!" Sean cried out, "look who gone and messed up this time pretty boy!"
"Meow mrrow meow look a little closer," Zephyr suggested.
And there, right there in the far distance they could hear the cries of fishermen leaping off of their boats as they began to explode. "Those were illegal fishermen, they would have come to our shores to fish catfish, you know what that's code for? Us! I just saved both of your tails. Now they won't be able to catch us, I expect a little more gratitude from you two," Zephyr said, his lazy smile looked familiar, familiar to Lucistic, that one guy who would follow Mitten's around and non stop translate her woem and oh my gosh, this was his SON.
Oh my god. It all made sense. The annoyingly strong sense of entitlement, the too-small-for-his-face eyes. This, this crazy dude was the embodiment of all her pain and suffering. God. Man.
In the distance, the fisherman screamed as another explosion erupted on shore. The smarter ones had commandeered a lifeboat and were rowing at top speed right towards them as they were casually and coolly watching.
"Meow," Mittens said, 'cause what did he just say about some cat-eating men? This didn't really look like saving them, this looked like leading the predators right towards them. "Meow meow meow," she said, pushing Zephyr forward in a, Well, what're you waiting for? Go get them, tiger! as the sailors stumbled onto their beach.
And yes, Mittens could understand Zephyr's words right there. Just 'cause half the time Mittens didn't bother paying attention, or pretended she couldn't understand a word they said just for the heck of it, didn't mean she couldn't occasionally deign to respond. Don't get used to it.
"Uhhh," Zephyr began looking a little more uncertain, "Let's hold on now Mittens, we all have to work as a team right guys?"
"Ehh, hurry it up fish boy," Sean shrugged, not looking too concerned about helping Zephyr out.
"Umm... HALT! Back away, leave here!" Zephyr said bravely until the evil fishermen moved closer, "OH MY GOSH, NO, JUST TAKE THEM NOT ME, JUST SPARE ME, AHHHH!" He screamed until the fishermen walked right past him picking up Sean instead.
"Oh, phew, wow, alright then, " Zephyr said with relief.
"Ahh, Mittens save me!" Sean called out to her as the fishermen began to walk away with him, "I've always been good to you, please!"
Mittens blinked. Wow... what kind of weirdo looked at a trio of cats and a rat, and picked one of them and left the others. Like, it wasn't even like any of them were really running or anything. They literally just stood there, meowing and probably plaintively considering the fact that this cat-eating fisherman was cooing over Sean and saying something that sounded suspiciously like, Who's the cute kitty? Who's the cutest kitty ever? You! Yes, it's you!
"Meow," Mittens said, 'cause she might not remember much of her life and could hardly remember what happened an hour ago, but she sure knew that those humans didn't mean harm. "Meow," she said, trotting after the fisherman hopefully. She wanted some tasty fish, yo. Fishermen always had fish. Except... except these fishermen also just lost their boat, and probably all the fish they caught that day and— Hang on, what kind of idiot fishermen fixated on a cat instead of, I don't know, worried about their boat?
But it seems Logic had left the universe, 'cause lo and behold! FISH! Mittens meowed her thanks to the kind fisherman who'd slipped her a yummy sardine. From the corner of her eye, Mittens noticed Sean had been placed on the ground and given his own feast of fish.
Ha. Take that, Hot Stuffs, Mittens thought savagely. Let's see you get a seafood dinner.
