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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 22, 2019 23:31:43 GMT -5
(sorry, not sorry cleaver is an enabler)
An open patch of ground the Sunclan cats called the Training Hollow. To the intruder Funk, it was just a lot of lost potential. Good access to the life giving sun and access to a river nearby, it'd be a good spot for a large garden. The brief image of a sprawling garden blossomed in his mind. But he knew the only cats around with patience for it were the Medicine Cats, or whatever they were called here. He found a small diamond in the rough, a couple snapdragon plants on the edge of the hollow. Hopping up, he carefully began shaking the plant, watching the seeds fall.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 29, 2019 19:59:31 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Funk, the cats of SunClan weren't welcoming ones, and the tom found himself shoved into the dirt by a curious pair of cats. The one holding him was thick furred, muscular, a dark gray pointed tom with rivulets of cream and black stripes that ran side by side across his face. His face was sharp and angry, with forest green eyes that were none to friendly. The other was a tiny black she-cat, still fluffy like a kitten, with mismatched eyes of gold and copper that glimmered with deranged delight. She was no larger than a newly named apprentice at best, and was likely much smaller without the aid of her plush pelt.
Spellmania laughed lightly, the joyous sound dangerous and lethal. "Ooh, can I kill him please?" She practically begged her littermate. Murder to the odd warrior was the highest honor one could have! And by all means, Funk had just offered himself up to her by trespassing, hadn't he?
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 29, 2019 21:21:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, bro let her kill me." Funk laughed light heartedly, far too used to being pinned down to be concerned, "Just sacrifice me to the sun after, okay?" He'd be dead already by the time he could believe he was dead. For a genius like him, a few bloodthirsty fools were nothing.
"You gotta use foxglove seeds or somethin'. Paralyze me and then cut me up, make it hurt and all that jazz that gets you Sunclanners excited." The she-cat's tone was dark, but his words also held a deep darkness, one he loved to suck others into.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 29, 2019 22:03:58 GMT -5
For cats of the light, SunClan cats were particularly dark hearted. One just needed to look at their Priestess, the pair's own grandmother, to know it. Empyreanliaison simply growled, shoving the tom's face into the dirt more. Spellmania laughed, as though the tom were joking. "Oh, you're not nearly good enough for a sacrifice! I would enjoy the torture though. But why ruin it with herbs? It's no fun if you can't fight back."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 30, 2019 13:16:35 GMT -5
“Young and foolish. Not that surprising.” Even with dirt and grass in his mouth, Funk was patient. He was able to wait, “You’ve never seen the horror of one wanting to fight back but not being able to. Their futile struggle for life. Everyone will fight for their life, but there’s no better sense of control over someone who can’t. It’s a pathetic and humiliating way to die.” He wasn’t joking. For a pair of idiot cats like them who crave power, it was a good way to kill. Unless they give him poppy seeds on accident. Either way, he wasn’t worried.
The soothsayer watched quietly, immensely curious as to how the scene would play out. While Dragonswrath wasn’t a huge fan of murder, he loved to watch how cats behaved in situations like this. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a cat resort immediately to murder, but it was still interesting to watch in its own way. From his perch on the edge of the clearing, he scanned the surrounding area for more intruders before focusing back.
"There's no intimacy if you can't watch them struggle, though! What a horrible way to show your opponent you respect your right to kill them for beating them! That's just crazy talk! Oh, oh! We should knock him out so we have time to get Strikhedoniadalisay here and I can show her my skills! Can we, can we please! I want to show her just how good I've gotten at torture! Maybe we can show all the apprentices his body when we're done!" Spellmania was giddy as she leaned forward, gently caressing his cheeks with her claws, just barely enough to leave the shallowest scratches on them that stung, but hardly bled at all. There was an insane light to her gaze, as though she truly believed it was an honor that Funk had let them capture him so she could torture and kill him. She was so excited, she could almost cry.
Empyreanliaison gave a heavy sigh at his littermate's attitude. He didn't get it. At the same time, he would never choose to not let her have her fun. "Fine. We'll see if we can't get an audience." His paws slipped down around the tom's neck and began to press at the sides where this stranger's carotids were, a blood choke that would cause him to pass out in seconds if successful. Of course, he wouldn't be asleep for long, but long enough for the warriors to prevent him from escaping.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 6, 2019 12:52:39 GMT -5
The struggle is in their eyes, you stupid she-cat. Whatever, there was no point in talking sense to these. They were fresh, driven mad by the idea of the experience. If they made it a little longer, maybe their tastes would be refined. Trying to knock one out such as him with a blood stop was bold, he'd give them that shred. But he was no ordinary rogue, who would struggle fruitlessly to stop this. No, this was Funkbeat, one indoctrinated in the medical arts. He twisted and floundered a bit, presenting an attempt to get out from under their paws despite weakened. The only part that mattered was his slight shift of the head, the muscles in his neck moving the artery a little so it wasn't completely blocked. His movements quieted, and finally he lay still under their paws. Now he merely had to wait and see what would happen.
