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Post by Honeystorm on Oct 17, 2021 22:47:52 GMT -5
Emiko, naturally, wanted to get in some fun. And today, that meant messing with SunClan! She had a water in a little plastic bucket she'd found near twolegplace, and now the Regime she-cat was simply waiting up in a tree for a cat to show so she could dump the water on top of their heads. Tehe. A little bit of fun didn't hurt anyone, did it?
The small warrior stalked through the woods with his head low and ears back. Being back in SunClan reminded him of everything he hated about being in a cult. Things had sucked while his mother was in charge, but they were even worse now, and he was seriously considering deserting the clan again. Nobody would notice if Festeringfruit left; they'd mourn his loss, but they were too weak to earn his respect. He shook his head as he prowled on, contemplating this.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 17, 2021 23:35:35 GMT -5
Hahahah! The moment Festeringfruit stood just beneath the tree where she was standing, she ever so slowly tilted the bucket, which landed directly on the mop-man's head, dousing him not only in cold water, but now he couldn't SEE anything either. In fact, he looked rather comical, wearing a bright orange bucket with an upside down face on the side of it.
A flood of water poured over him the instant before darkness slammed over his eyes. The incredibly handsome tomcat collapsed to the ground and lay still for several long seconds, possibly concussed from the heavy object falling onto his head.
Then, slowly, he rose to his paws, snarling a roar so fierce that, when echoed by the bucket, it was almost somewhat scary. He flipped his head back, fighting to free himself from the bucket, and instead clanked the back of it so hard against his spine that he collapsed again.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 17, 2021 23:54:33 GMT -5
Emiko couldn't help it. She laughed. So much so she actually fell out of the tree. Not that it was far from the ground at least not so much that she got hurt. Of course, that was also probably helped by the kitten sized serial killer landing ON TOP of Festeringfruit, but that was besides the point.
The warrior shouted as something landed square upon him. Another bucket, but no, this one was softer. He shook his head, clank clank clank, and reached up to start fiddling with the helmet with his paws. He held the handle flat to the ground and backed up, pushing the bucket forward with his paws and pulling his body carefully out of the trap.
Then, free from his prison, he stood very still, the tiny she-cat still giggling on his back. Festeringfruit took a deep breath.
Then he whipped around and bucked her off, yowling at the top of his lungs; his fur would have stood on end if the curls hadn't lost all integrity and lay sodden on his sides.
She rolled off after a moment, though for this second, Emiko was still in a giggling fit. To the tom, she might very well look like a kit or young apprentice, rather than the adult she was. Her size and childish demeanor made it more difficult to tell her age outright, though perhaps Festeringfruit didn't care all that much.
His caterwaul grew into its own desperate shriek, fierce and full of anger: it trembled with emotion and tumbled over the precipice to fury and betrayal with a violent growling undertone. The sound cut off abruptly as the small warrior slammed into her and thrust her toward the ground, snapping at her throat in a frenzy.
