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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 9, 2019 0:00:54 GMT -5
We have no idea how to get lives so we doin it old school. Any and all cats welcome to give him lives from any belief. I only ask for one starclan cat. you can reply here or message me to give him a life
1. Ingenuity - Ruslan rped by Cleaver 2. Trustworthiness - Solarflare rped by Jetclaw 3. Brutality - Raelynn rped by dreamrain 4. Discernment - San rped by Faith 5. Healing - Mouse rped by syzygy 6. Resilience - Timerous rped by Honeystorm 7. Love for those that don't deserve it (thank you fox ilysm) - Matrixstar rped by cyanide 8. Pandemonium - Katie rped by syzygy When Funk became Nemesis, his first priority, other than saying how much he didn't want to be Nemesis, was how the heck was he gonna get lives. Really, like, how? He had no Shaman to give him lives, he wasn't going into the crypt to get lives, he slept for like a day and didn't get any. So what was a guy supposed to do? The only thing he could think of was what he used to do back in his clan, go to the Moon Creek. But really, would Starclan give him lives? He hoped not, but he had no other options. So on a crisp morning, he got ready to go. He told the proxies, so they could take care of his problems at least till he came back.
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 9, 2019 12:24:42 GMT -5
Timerous can give Resilience. (She's Blakelystar's daughter, and lived in WaterClan, Toxicity, and even Primal Instinct before settling down in Renegade Regime.)
Trustworthiness could be Solarflare my former DayClan DF cat who could twist it on its head a bit like 'be careful who you stab in the back' sort of life.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 9, 2019 20:12:05 GMT -5
oh goodness this blew up
@dreamrain and Faith : for healing, violet actually got to me first so I'm giving her healing. thank you for offering though. if they could do another life or a different cat, i'd appreciate it.
Cyanide : how about 'love for the ones who don't deserve it'? can you do that?
Jetclaw : i was thinking like "here's trustworthiness so you can stab them in the back easier" but i like that better actually. he needs to stop stabbing backs
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 0:13:49 GMT -5
perfect, so san can do discernment, matrixstar can do love and raelynn can do brutality. thank you so much. i'm gonna rp funk's journey to the mooncreek but i'll tag everyone when i need them
Eshek had her lil' backpack she'd pinched off a dead kittypet and she was all ready to go! It was cute, bright pink with little yellow stars, and she'd stuffed it full of a few snacks for the road and a squeaky toy the kittypet had left behind as well. It was a little moose and it squeaked. Standing just out of Funk's field of vision, she slowly held the moose up to the side of his face and squeaked it. And squeaked it again. And got tired of that and just smashed it into his face. It gave the most almighty squeak, and then deflated. "Funk, you broke my moose," she complained, scowling at him and hurling it into the dead forest.
"Brrrrr, it's cold." And it was. The sky was pale grey and cloudy, the breeze damp and icy. She fluffed out her short fur as best she could. "Isn't it cold?" Without waiting for an answer, she nudged him with her shoulder and trotted ahead. Really, she was delighted that Funk had asked her along to be his representative, even if it was only because, as he put it, you're a last resort and those dead guys can't say no to me if my wife just won't stop screaming. In that way, she was really just more an emotional support companion on what she knew must be a daunting journey, even for him; and, rest assured, she'd be doing plenty of cheering and heckling and threatening. She didn't have any respect for any ancestors, and she barely had any respect for her mate, so, really, with no boundaries and no sense of decorum, she truly was the best cat for the job. Back in the day, she'd have been more of a bodyguard, or an armed escort, because he was about as harmless as a kitten. Now, she was pretty heavily pregnant and wearing a pink backpack, so, yeah, she was pretty much more terrifying than ever.
"So, you excited?" Eshek purred. She was. She'd never tell him, would barely even let herself acknowledge it, but she was incredibly proud of him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 10, 2019 13:36:09 GMT -5
He made a mistake. He really did.
Eshek never did her job anyway, so she didn't really need to be around. He had no Shaman, no Mage, and he really just needed someone to pull him out of the Mooncreek if he fell in and get him the lives by screaming. Which really, her scream could probably cause any god to cave, let alone some dead cats. And if anyone was gonna convince them, it was his heavily pregnant mate Eshek. Definitely not a cat he wanted to go on a roadtrip away from the League from. Not at all. Testing the waters so to speak. Which really, no one else was surprised. He wondered why.
If he could have jumped 50 feet in the air, he would of. Instead, the Nemesis hopped like half a foot away at the sound of the squeaky toy. "GEEZUS ESHEK!!" His snap was edged in humor, and his ears rang, "I'm not gonna make it to the Mooncreek or wherever at this rate." He couldn't help but wonder how his wife even got that backpack on, and could only tell what was in it by the smell, but wasn't gonna ask. He could have told her to stay home, but he wasn't gonna.
"Yeah. Though watch them give me garbage like compassion and grace. I'm just glad to get away, even for just a little bit." It was a little nippy, but it was a good time to start since no one else wanted to leave a warm den to harass them. He'd never admit he was just as excited as her.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 13, 2019 22:04:49 GMT -5
(jumping ahead also pandemonium is back open)
Funk hadn't expected the days to fly by so fast but they did. He couldn't even remember their exact path, but it was stupid long cause they got lost a few times. His journey with Eshek was incredible. Truly unforgettable. Lots of witty banter and fighting and a little murder. He saw old friends, enemies, gardens, clients, flames, twolegs, graveyards, and dog sanctuaries. Tragedy, romance, comedy, horror, it was the buddy cop film that wasn't a buddy cop film one could imagine. A story for all ages who can handle murder, which is all ages.
But this thread is about the destination, not the journey, so now he found himself hopping up the final few steps to the Creek. "Ugh finally. This better be worth it." He exhaled, breath hot as the sun set behind them. Stalking around the pool a bit, he finally settled down.
"Haha. Hey any time spent with me was worth it." He rolled his eyes at that, but couldn't help the smile on his face.
"Yes, yes. Absolutely, darling. Now I'm jumpin' to the other side. Look out dead peeps, your boy Funk is coming in." With that, he took a drink of the water, and pulled himself out just enough to not pass out and fall face first into pool after passing out.
He leaned against the gathering shadows as they coiled around his forelegs, watching the newcomer with half-closed eyes, mute and uninterested. He was as mute as he had been in life, always lurking at his sister's side, her silent protector and eventually her doom. They had been well matched in strength, their combat skills honed from so much practice together, but he had always been the smarter one: he played with the strings behind the scenes, so intricate and careful she never thought to doubt him, and even now he guess she never discovered how involved he was. Ruslan almost wished he cared enough to revel in his victory.
Instead, he slipped over and unceremoniously pressed his nose to Funk's without an introduction, letting the life surge through him as he spoke. "Take a life for ingenuity, and don't waste it," he told him frankly. "Your mind is your greatest asset. If you out-think your allies, you will never need to fight." His dark brown gaze flashed over the new leader as Ruslan pulled away, and the bengal's brow raised, unimpressed. "You especially don't want to get into fights. A dead leaf would cripple you."
He turned and stalked back to his resting place, never one for many words. He was only hanging around for the rare amusement of seeing his younger sister give a life after him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 24, 2019 20:44:35 GMT -5
Funk barely had time to consider the dark sky above him, the shadows that surrounded him in the small grove or just what he was standing on when Ruslan gave him his life. What? This worked? He was really getting lives from these cats? Well, least he didn't have to go to the crypt for them. It was a small relief. And getting a life? It was like warm brainfreeze, which made no sense but he didn't expect it to. He was too in wonder of the trees towering above him and not recognizing any of the smells around him to immediately acknowledge the dead tom's diss, but he caught most of it. Really, tell that to his wife, who he had to fight every day. His skills had improved some... at least. "Pfft. Fine, thanks." He scoffed lightly, not really wanting to blow his chances of getting the rest of these.
A blazing sun of red gold and yellows, or at least how the shadowed dark forest cat with his throat slit imagined himself as, stalked up behind Funk. “I suppose I’ll give you a life,” Solarflare rasped amber eyes narrowed. He chuckled. “You’re a backstabber, i’m Familiar with the sort. I was the victim of a backstab and have sworn eternal vengeance on the living, so I give you a life for trustworthiness,” he touched noses to Funk. “For beware who you betray, as when you get personal, personal is something that bequeaths deep vengeance.” The life would crash through him a pain like having his throat ripped out would flash through Funk before fading. Solarflare giving him a wicked smile before moving to sit in the shadows eyes gleaming as he waited to observe the rest.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 25, 2019 22:10:54 GMT -5
Funk E'tan almost rolled his eyes, almost gave the dead cat a 'haha sure'. He couldn't imagine not being a backstabber, it was how he got ahead. But the life. It was like blood pouring from his throat, like it was flowing out as it was flowing in. Pain coursed through him, with a brief flash of white in front of his eyes. He hacked nothing up and took a step back, only to find nothing in front of him. Nerves awaken and alight, he checked his throat one last time with his paw. There was no blood in this starry verse. Finally calming down, he looked up at Solarflare with a mixed expression. It hurt, after being coaxed in by Ruslan's life to such an intense pain. It made his think, but also that he almost wanted the same pain again. "Thank you. I'll consider it."
