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The small pitter patter of the leagues tiny terror strode into camp. It's important to not to be fooled by the pink bow or the kit sized stature of her figure. She had a kill count that towered over anyone's height and a yellow gaze that could silence a crowd. The snowy white she-cat let out a high "chu" sounding sneeze. She rubbed her prim nose, "Would anyone like to play with me?" She purred.
It was an invitation to trouble and with her reputation of having an appetite for other cats and hunting them down like mice few cats felt safe around her. Some even rumored that she had eaten cats right before they became corpses as they were dying of sickness. But that was just silly, sick cats were gross, she wouldn't touch those.
"Oh pwetty pwease," Innocentia mockingly begged, her childish British accent sounding spot on given her look.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 22, 2019 13:48:36 GMT -5
If there was a cat who could rival Innocentia's kill count, it was Senescence. Both cats were old members of the League, relatively speaking, with skills that were far beyond that of just about anyone in the group, including the high ranking cats. They were former proxies, cats who had seen the best and worst of the League, and lived to tell the tale. Despite this, they couldn't be more different from one another. Where Innocentia was tiny and pretty, Senescence was tall and scarred, flamboyant where she was blase, and insane, perhaps, where she was broken. Maybe that's why they got along so well. They were opposites, but their skills worked well together, and ironically, Senescence considered the white she-cat to be one of the few she could actually tolerate for extended periods of time.
As such, it was to no one's surprised that the blood and shadow laced huntress was the first to step forward, offering a slight roll of her eyes at the feline's usual childish attitude. "What am I being dragged into today?" The half-blind she-cat questioned, tilting her head slightly as she neared. On their own, each of them were dangerous, together, they were downright terrifying.
"I was thinking a river voyage! We'd make a little raft, see where it takes us and then claim whatever land we find," Innocentia said, she was watching Senescence carefully before giggling, "I'm kidding, I just wanted to know if you were convinced that I had lost it. We'll go to mmm... Maybe NightClan, it's a journey, but I had fun messing with them last time. What do you think?"
"I think I like the voyage idea better." Senescence deadpanned. "Get off this godforsaken isle and find somewhere more interesting to cause trouble. Maybe fight some sea monsters and form a cult of cannibals if we find cats wherever we make land. Make ourselves the gods." She suggested lazily. "You can be the goddess of whatever sort of heaven we create, I can rule the hell. I doubt they'd end up being too different, however. Or we can mess with NightClan. That's fine."
"No! I definitely like that idea, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it!" Innocentia chanted childishly.
Her tiny white body raced off already racing past Senescence a second time with a bundle of impressively five sticks that she was barely balancing considering her small stature. Lucky for her that her jaw muscles were abnormally strong. She could see it already, she would be the pretty face to win the people over, Senescence would have fun being the muscle and of course she would dispose or eat away any evidence. Plus Senescence would make an excellent Devil.
Post by Honeystorm on Mar 30, 2019 10:19:48 GMT -5
The she-cat's whiskers twitched, in what might have been amusement, irritation, or neither at all, though she did set about helping Innocentia. While her minuscule, by comparison, companion raced around like a lunatic gathering sticks, the scarred feline took her time gathering vines they could use to make their raft.
Innocentia went back and forth with sticks before slowly nosing over a larger piece of wood, slowly rolling it over towards the shore, "It's no fair you got the cool assassin and demonic genes and I have the stubby leg and adorable genes. I guess it wasn't supposed to matter since I was supposed to be a mage."
She gave the slim log one final roll before pushing it onto the shore by the river.
"I wonder where you got the cannibal genes from, then. Those seem to have passed me over." When it came to the assembly, Senescence supposed she'd have to do that herself. Innocentia was the surprising and usually, more brutal one, but with her size, she could only carry so much.
Taking the larger branch, she carefully laid the smaller ones on top, with only an inch or two of the edge peeking over, then started winding the vines around the wood in an 'X' pattern to affix the smaller twigs securely to the larger piece. One or two more big branches for structure, and possibly something to give them a way to change their direction, and she supposed they'd be all set to go.
"Maybe my sisters would have had cannibalism genes if they had only lived a little longer," Innocentia shrugged, "It's a tedious gene anyways, so much more effort to catch prey. I either have to take the effort of tearing my prey apart and bring it home or eating where it lies. Unless you're there to help me with takeout," She giggled.
Innocentia's eyes lit up at the sight of the raft, "Is it ready? I don't know how to swim for the record, but don't tell anyone. I've got a lot of people that want to kill me lately and don't want to give them any ideas."
Post by Honeystorm on May 27, 2019 13:17:49 GMT -5
"Maybe you should put that Shaman blood to good use then. Figure out some plants that make your prey follow you like your own personal pets to their own graves. Or just start going for the League itself. I'm sure no one would mind if you started culling the herd." Senescence wouldn't necessarily mind helping her get rid of the more obnoxious cats. Maybe they could even take on a Warden or Nemesis or two if they were so inclined. They were certainly strong enough to do so, even without the other's help.
A few more steps later, and she nodded. A makeshift sail of leaves and twigs stood, catching the breeze and pulling the raft out to open water. Or it would, if she hadn't already secured a vine to it that was currently wrapped around a large rock to keep their raft from moving. Chances were high enough that it would break apart with only Innocentia on it, they weren't exactly experienced builders. But it could work, and she'd certainly intertwined enough vines around it that the twigs couldn't come apart if they wanted to, only entangle themselves and throw the seaworthy felines to their demise if they were too far out. "Ready as it'll ever be. I don't suggest falling in if you can't swim. I'd rather not have to decide whether I'm going to save you or let you die today." The fact that she'd even entertain the idea of saving her companion however, was a rather momentous occasion on it's own. For most cats, she'd have likely mentioned that she might just push them off herself. But, she didn't particularly want to lose one of the League's tolerable cats, so for today, Innocentia had a touch higher chance of making it back with all limbs intact.
