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For a moment Eshek wouldn't be able to find where the voice was coming from until she looked down. Innocentia stared up at her, her big yellow eyes burning brightly. The huntress was the size of a kit with a pink bow bigger than her own head and dangling at the bottom was a golden bell that mysteriously Eshekn hadn't heard chime once. The fluffy white she-cat spun in place pressing a paw against her cheek and with a saccharine, “ta-daa!”, struck a cutesy pose, "I am Innocentia!" She squeaked in a childish British accented voice, "And I would like you to accompany me in a hunt. I'll be able to keep up I proooomise! Oh! And you can do the killing if you want so long as I can do the eating if you'd fancy that."
Innocentia wavered from toe to heel waiting for Eshek's decision. She was adorable, but it felt... Off. She looked like a kittypet, she could easily get stepped on, and her fur had remained a perfect prim white shade showing that no league cats had yet to scuff her up in battle. It didn't look like she could hold her own, yet she seemed relatively untouched, that and it was hard to tell if she was a young trainee or an actual huntress.
Eshek freezes mid-lick of her paw, eyes drifting down to the little cat in front of her. She stares for a moment before her face cracks into a slow, terrible grin. "Oh, you are adorable," she purrs, lowering her paw to nudge Innocentia's cheek affectionately. There's a thin coating of blood still clinging to her claws and she watches with keen interest as it smears across Innocentia's snowy fur, tainting the facade of purity. Being so tall herself, the other cat looks like no more than the tiniest kit in comparison, all pure-white fluff and-- that bow. Her eyes catch on it and her grin grows further, gaze flicking between Innocentia's face and the pink monstrosity around her neck. Oh, I like this one. Hate the bow, but love her.
"You would like me to accompany you? Oh, sweetheart, I can't tell you how much I love your authority. It makes me all sorts of giddy. Of course I'll join you." She dips her head in a low bow and wraps her tail around her paws, her grin softening into a wide, mesmerised smile. "You like eating cat meat, do you? Well, now, that's a new one. Just quickly, before we go--" She rearranges herself into a prim-and-proper, matter-of-fact sitting position and touches her claws to her chin with a frown as she speaks, like she's interviewing the other cat, "--tell me, because there's been some debate between myself and my colleagues - does it really taste better than anything you've ever tasted before?" She bubbles a laugh and relaxes her shoulders, waving her paw through the air carelessly as she continues. "I've been dying to try it but I must admit I'm a little wary of catching some horrible sort of disease that would turn me into a... well, into a little white darling with a big pink bow. Now, I'm not sure that would be such a terrible thing after all." She smiles adoringly. It's an odd sort of compliment, but she's an odd sort of cat, and it really is meant in the most reverent way possible.
I've only just met you, she thinks, but if anything happened to you, I would kill everyone in this forest and then myself.
Her eyes glimmered wide at the compliment, no one here had ever called her adorable! Heart soaring her tail lifted up high, today was aw-
Suddenly she could feel the warm liquid touching her chest fur and her gaze slowly twitched down irritably to stare at the stain, "Eh..."
Innocentia stared glumly down at her chest fur noticing the sticky bloody stain. She scrunched her nose up in pouty frustration, puffing out her cheeks. Gingerly she wiped her paw across the blood stain until it faded out from her chest fur and onto her paw leaving only a light pink mark against her chest. A soft nyh noise escaped past her breath, it was unlikely to come out anymore than that. Suddenly her ears perked up and her eyes were back to bright and playful, "Really!" Innocentia squeaked and was almost about to turn around when she saw Eshek rearrange herself into a sitting position and found herself sitting down too.
Does it really taste better
She smiled flashing knife point teeth, "It's literally to die for."
Nearly everyday she hunted cats twice her size, for a literal piece of them. There was no way she could do it if it wasn't that good.
Innocentia got up and trotted past Eshek, "I get first pick on which limb I eaaaat!" She sang out.
Eshek smiled down at the little she-cat adoringly, eyes glittering somewhere between amusement and violent anticipation. She watched keenly as Innocentia scrubbed at the smear of blood with her paw, letting out a purr of amusement — “her name was Chestnut,” she purred, remembering the way her victim had screamed and begged in the moments before she’d lost the last of her guts. The split-second change in Innocentia’s demeanour was even more delightful, so abrupt so as to be vaguely terrifying. Eshek loved terror — and she was especially loving this cute, twisted little thing with the mad eyes and the sharp teeth and the face of an angel binding it all together like a sickly sweet perfume of candy apples and devilry.
She wondered for a moment, as Innocentia squeaked and fussed and mimicked, on what it would be like to let herself be picked apart by such a soft, unhinged little thing, what it would be like to be tortured at the claws of such imagined innocence. The irony, she thought, would be a particularly sweet sort of delicious; she could close her eyes and imagine all the pretty corruption that led to such soft fur and violent delights — on the rare day she found herself into the thought of being on the receiving end of her business, and if she were ever certain Innocentia wouldn’t simply go one step further and eat her alive. She smiled wider at the thought. She had a funny feeling that she wouldn’t make it out in one piece if this little thing were ever given free reign over her own life.
It’s literally to die for.
Eshek flashed a sharp, manic grin right back at her, eyes wild and hungry, and watched as Innocentia trotted past her. “As long as I get to try the heart~” she sang after her, pelt twitching with the special sort of glee that came with the promise of terrible things to come. With a shrill, ear-splitting shriek of delight, Eshek shot to her paws and raced after Innocentia, leaping clear over her head and landing on the cobblestones in front of her with a giggly little flourish. “Where do we start, sweet little doll-face love o’ mine?” she asked in a tight, high voice practically vibrating with anticipation. She danced on the spot in front of Innocentia, the wild grin pushing her cheeks up to her eyes and making them quiver, then fell in step beside her. “Kittypets? Clan cats? What precisely is the etiquette for hunting one’s own kind? Do we lure them out? Track ‘em? How did you first discover your taste for such fine culinary delights? What do we do with the claws? What’s with the bow? Not that it isn’t very cute. Is there— ooh, listen to me, baby-face, I’m giddy as a lil’ birdy in its first heat, how embarrassing!” She didn’t sound very embarrassed at all. She tittered to herself, picking her legs up a little too high and tilting her chin up as she trotted, so she looked like a parading show-pony with a hooked, feverish grin.
"My, sooo many questions and all good ones. I personally like the taste of kittypets, but their not a fun creature to hunt and just don't have the same adrenaline after taste as a clan cat has. That and most of the kittypets know I'm a cannibal and steer clear from me, but clan cats look at me as a weak little kittypet, it allows them to get closer to me without their claws sheathed and I need close range cause I don't really like to fight with my claws, it's all in the teeth really," She shrugged as if it were nothing, but in reality she loved bragging. With an intentional wide smile showing off her sharp teeth she continued, "So I suggest we go to the clans and try to catch ourselves a meal there."
Skipping along the stones near the creek she eyed it suspicious of snakes. Being small meant she had to be even more careful of foxes, but snakes could eat you whole and they could come out from the murky depths of the water slowly drowning you. They were the worst kind of predator, she'd rather die any other way than to them. Turning back to Eshek she eyed her considerably. Her real name wasn't Innocentia, she left for two-leg place because she had been a different person before. Weak and a failure. She never wanted to be remembered as being Moth, the failed mage, Moth, the only daughter left to take over for her mother and she hadn't been chosen. Probably because even as a kit there were clear signs she wasn't mentally sound. After a moment she decided to start from the moment she became who she wanted to be, "I wear the bow because I used to be a kittypet. I can't really tell you why I decided to eat the other cat. I guess it's like when you peel your skin with your teeth. You either flick it away or eat it, but when you eat it you realize it doesn't taste bad? So when I bit the other kittypet she didn't taste half bad and soon the fight became a meal. Next thing you know every fight is another meal, you literally get hungry for a fight at the sight of anyone who looks particularly delicious."
Innocentia's stomach growled as she quickly blushed and waved a bashful paw, "Heh, you're not on the menu though."
Eshek watched Innocentia amusedly as she skipped along the stones beside her, eyes bouncing up and down as she did, her own long legs keeping pace easily with the little fluff ball. “Clan cats?” she purred, utterly enamoured. She’d already decided she would do anything for Innocentia; now it was turning to genuine worship. She was just so adorable, and so terrifying, like a little fluffy bunny with razor-sharp fangs and a taste for blood. It was… incredible. She felt like crying. When she called her questions good, her heart swelled with pride. “My, but you are audacious, aren’t you?”
She stared at the other she-cat curiously when she fell silent, her mood visibly changing for a moment, but she didn’t press. Ordinarily, she might have – she liked buttons, and she especially loved to push them. But it seemed wrong to tease her, like punching a particularly homicidal sort of baby, and she didn’t particularly want to, anyway. She liked her far too much for that. “Well, yeah—” She let out a purring laugh, brows raising and lips stretching into a wonderfully baffled grin. “Yeah, that’s—that’s certainly one way to do it. Honestly, that’s just—that’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever heard. A kittypet who became a cannibal. A kittypet who became a cannibal, and now all the other kittypets are scared of her. That’s—you’re amazing.” She purred out the last word, looking down at Innocentia with amused adoration.
Heh, you’re not on the menu though. Her grin curled upwards on one side. She couldn’t tell if it was a joke or if she should genuinely be worried, and, honestly? She loved it. What a way to go out. Maybe one day, after all was said and done, she’d just give herself to Innocentia as dessert and be done with it all. One final chase, big, glittering eyes, and a bit of screaming while she was eaten alive. A hero’s death. “You ever eaten someone from the League? Hey! Maybe next time I’m done with a prisoner I’ll just give ‘em to you. Ha! Easy. Oh, so, also, DayClan? MoonClan? You got some sort of heightened sense for where the tasty cats are, or are we just gonna play it by ear?”
"I am!" She squeaked with a big 'ol childish smile. She walked along side Eshek, but at the offer of being given a prisoner to eat she bounced from paw to paw along side her, "Yes, yes, yes! I would love that, so long as I get to chase them around the prison first. I always feel a cat that goes out fighting are the best tasting. So long as they're not sick, ick!"
Innocentia looked ahead at the direction they were headed, " Well. I used to love to eat WaterClan cats cause they had a seafood taste, but then they actually approached me one day with a patrol and told me I could join them as a day warrior, in exchange for not eating them I could eat any outsiders that approached their borders, it was a good time! Lately I've been messing around with Mountain Clans, but it would be fun to try and catch a Forest Clan cat, I never have before. I tried DayClan and I kept coming real close, but every time they'd climb out from the pit fall trap! Then I tried to hunt a SunClan warrior, but then their leader picked me up by the scruff and dragged me back to the border which wasn't fair! Then in NightClan I tried to eat these two cats, but they freaked out and ran away. Basically I've been having bad luck in Forest Clan for years," Innocentia pouted, puffing out her cheeks.
Eshek looked down at Innocentia, purring the whole time she was speaking. She would quite literally die for her. "Well," she replied when Tia was finished, now determined beyond anything to give the little she-cat what she wanted and get her one of those cats that had so rudely declined to let themselves be eaten alive (which, really, was so incredibly selfish - how could anyone say no to her? If Tia asked really nicely, I mean, what was she supposed to do? Refuse her? If she one day really wanted to kill her and eat her skin, well, Eshek supposed that was the day she'd have to let herself die, because that was better than saying no to that adorable little face), "Forest Clans it is, then! Eenie, meanie, minie, m—I vote DayClan. We could have a really beautiful, aesthetic moment in their wheat field, complete spooky vibes - it would be better if it was a cornfield so we could chase 'em through it, but wheat field, shmeat shmield, same diff. Or the—"
She gasped and stopped dead, reaching out and resting her forepaw on Innocentia's shoulder to stop her as well before raising it to her mouth, a shocked, giddy grin spreading across her face and making her shake a little in excitement. "The apple orchard. The apple orchard, Tia, how good would the vibes be there? Beautiful moon, hopefully a bit'a mist, oh, this is gonna be amazing. Roasted apple and cat flesh, whaddaya think?"
