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"These should help you with that stomach ache." His words were soothing as he pushed the juniper berries towards the small kit. It had been a few months now since he had joined Renegade Regime and even a few more added on top of that since he had been severely injured. His facial scars still burned on bad days and Miracle had covered the mangled half of his face with a paste that stung to apparently keep out infection. He sighed, wanting nothing more then to wash off the poultice, and pretend like he wasn't some hideous twisted version of his old self. The kit was now gone, leaving Liam alone with his thoughts as his one good eye raked over the other raisers, origins, and tykes who occupied Post Kilo.
So this is my new new home? What am I supposed to do, raise kits and cater to the whims of queens.... err.... origins...., for the rest of his life?
He shook his head to clear the bitter thoughts. He was fully aware that he had no where else to go and he was too broken to live alone, which only frustrated him further. His shifted his gaze to look at his backwards back leg, his face twisting into the beginnings of a snarl as his eyes reflected the mixture of anger and disgust he was feeling. His entire existence was worthless. He should of died alongside his mother. Miracle could talk all she wanted about how important Raisers were and how much Renegade Regime needed him, but he saw the fear in the kits eyes when they saw his disfigured features and the disgust on his peers faces for his past as a hunter of Primal Instinct. It didn't matter if Miracle vouched for him, his loyalty would always be questioned by someone within the tunnels. On top of that, despite spending his entire life caring for his mentally sick mother, he was no caretaker. He was a fighter. He had always been one and would always be one at heart. He grunted as a sharp pain shot up his injured leg, reminding him how wrong he was in these thoughts. There was no way he could fight in such a state. That was simply fact. The snarl on his face slackened and he let out a tired sigh.
The origins could use fresh bedding.
Although he would do anything to get out of the confines of Post Kilo at this point.
Someone else was stomping through the tunnels that day. It hadn't been long since Cadet Lotta had been promoted. Most cadets would love this of course, but she seemed to have a permanent scowl set on her face. This wasn't the life she had wanted after all. Tending to the sick? Sorting through smelly herbs in the garden? The only worse thing she could imagine was having to babysit a bunch of brats all the time. Out of the two choices the she cat had been given, guider had been the lesser of two evils. Even now she had dreams of becoming a mercenary just like her father before her, but because of her tiny stature and short legs that kept her from being able to keep up with even the slowest scout or mercenary, she had been set on a different path.
Today was just another day for the angry little she cat. She had been sent to help the raisers clear out old bedding as a punishment for raising her voice at a couple of mercenaries who had stopped by the garden. What would they know anyway? They all looked down on her. She was convinced of this. When she first spotted Liam, her expression never changed. She just shuffled over and glared up at him. "I've been sent to help clear out bedding..." Her tone suggested she wasn't happy about it, but even Lotta knew better than to get herself into even more trouble by picking a fight now. She would just have to get this over with as quickly as possible. If nothing else helping out might give her the opportunity to get a bit of fresh air. Being cooped up in the garden all the time tended to make her a bit restless.
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POSTEDJul 23, 2019 14:21:58 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
The sudden appearance of the Cadet caused the tom to jump ever so slightly, his claws unsheathed as if he was preparing to fight for his life once more. His heart beat rapidly against his chest as he recalled the Primal Instinct she-cat digging her claws into his face and cutting his eyeball so that he could no longer see out of his right eye. He relaxed once he realized that it was simply Lotta coming to collect the soiled bedding so that it could be replaced with fresh. He felt hot embarrassment wash over him and he quickly sheathed his claws back in hoping the she-cat hadn't noticed the overwhelming fear he had just felt mere moments ago. "I'll help." He quickly said, bending down to pick up some of the soiled moss. He was no better then a trainee... well... a cadet in this instant. That had become obvious.
The look Lotta gave him after this was one of irritation. "I don't believe I'm all that intimidating... At least that is what most tell me anyway. You're the first soldier I've ever met that has been afraid of the Regime's smallest cadet." Of course there was bitterness in her voice. For one, she didn't want to be here. She also didn't care that he outranked her. It wouldn't be the first time her mouth had gotten her in trouble. Either way she began to roll up more of the soiled moss. If he was going to help she wouldn't complain too much. It meant that she would be done that much faster.
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"Afraid? I think you must be mistaken." Liam said quickly through the soiled bed. His mouth was muffled slightly as he spoke, but he didn't seem to really care if the cadet properly heard him or not. He was angry, not at Lotta, but at himself. He would never gain the respect of the cats living within these tunnels if he wasn't able to control his fears.
"Nah I'm pretty sure you were afraid. It only makes it worse when you won't admit it." She picked up her ball of soiled moss. She shot another glare up at him as she moved to dispose of the moss. Even with help this was going to take forever. If she had surprised him, he should just admit it and move on. Honestly, she couldn't see why she would have scared him anyway. She was a tyke sized cadet that had been sent here as a punishment. She had never truly scared anyone before now,
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He blushed with embarrassment as he started heading towards the exit to properly dispose of the soiled bedding. "I wasn't scared of you." he finally said after the awkward pause between the two. His mangled scars littered throughout his body was now beginning to burn at the idea of reliving the experience by explaining it to Lotta. "Just don't worry about it." He mumbled finally.
"I'm not. I just don't like people that aren't honest." Her tone was flat now but she moved on to roll up another pile of soiled bedding. "Just be honest from the start and you won't have any problems at all." She didn't even look at him as she said this. Honestly it just made sense. There was no point in trying to hide things or being dishonest. Then again this probably stemmed from her habit of speaking her mind no matter what situation she found herself in and as one could see, that had already gotten her into trouble more than once.
