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Post by GidgetGal on Sept 12, 2019 14:10:20 GMT -5
An oppressive silence filled the thick, overgrown woods. It was eery and unforgiving, with a tension in the air that was almost palpable. That tension weighed heavy on the backs of the small group of cats as they trudged on through the forest; tired, hungry, and soaked to the bone. They didn't look at each other, they didn't speak to each other, and they didn't stop. They hadn't stopped for nearly a day now, their tails dragging along behind them miserably. But they couldn't stop. Not when they were so close. Just beyond this grove...they would reach their salvation.
They hoped.
At the front of the group, leading them onward, was a slender, but old tortoiseshell. Her fur was matted in a way that an elder's pelt always seemed to be, her body matted in old, faded scars from long ago. Her gaze was held straight ahead, scanning for any signs of danger, or their destination. Lifting her nose to the air, she sniffed a few times, her hazel eyes widening before suddenly bounding forward with an energy she didn't even realize she had left, quickly stopping right at the edge of the tree line. Far across the way, an absolutely gigantic, decrepit twoleg nest stood among the dying trees; a beacon of hope after everything they had been through.
"That has to be it," Gravel croaked out, her voice still sore from the events of the past few days. "It's exactly as he described it." Breathing a sigh of relief, the she-cat plopped down onto the cold earth in exhaustion. Her body ached all over, and her stomach cried out desperately for food. Soon, she told herself as she tried to catch her breath. Turning to glance over her shoulder at the group of felines behind her, she forced out a small smile. "This should be the border of Primal Instinct. This is your last chance to change your mind, I won't blame you if you do. There won't be any going back from this point on; this decision might even forfeit our places in Starclan...I honestly don't know. Just...make your choice now, would you?"
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"There's nothing to decide, Mother. I'm going with you, and that's final."
A younger tortoiseshell, completely identical to Gravel aside from slightly longer fur, gave a cheeky grin as she padded forward beside her parent. Although Yucca's smile and demeanor made it appear that she was still peppy and cheerful, her hazel eyes were blank and emotionless, leaving her true feelings completely unreadable. Nevertheless, she bent down and offered her shoulder to help the older she-cat back on her feet, looking down at the faraway building with interest. "It looks like as much of a home as any, I guess. Not like we really have anything to go back to." She giggled softly to herself. "Go big or go home, am I right?"
One of the smallest of the group hung back. Her head was still dropped, and her dull colors looked even more dull now. She’d been silent most of the way, Meadowkit had been told she was to train under Juniper as a medicine cat apprentice. Her ceremony was even to be soon... It had been a life altering situation, one that she just wanted to wake up from. Little Meadowkit wanted nothing more than to return home, with Chimerastar and listen to him grump. Or with Tuskblood, she was always fun to play with...
The thing she struggled with most, was that she’d felt so close to StarClan. She trusted them... why had they done this? She lifted her head and spoke, for the first time during this unforgiving journey to Primal Instinct. Most of their clan had died, and to her, the cats here... these were the only ones she was sure were alive. Meadowkit didn’t really have a choice, did she? She was young. No training on how to fend for herself.
“I’m going with you.” Gravelshell... was the only parental figure that remained in her life. Where else could she go? “It’s not like StarClan cared about us anyways. They’re nothing but a joke. We all know it. They abandoned our clan seasons ago, why should we care if they abandoned us even now?” Her words came out serious, her tone mono. It was not the happy go-Lucky kit that was always around the camp. No, something had changed.
The elderly cat frowned at her niece's words, her ears pinning back against her head in sympathy. She couldn't express how much it hurt her heart to hear that from little Meadowkit; once so full of life and adoration for Starclan. It was a testament to how earth-shattering recent events had been for all of them. But even still, Gravel couldn't help but hold onto a thread of hope that their warrior ancestors hadn't forsaken them, not yet. There were too many long-gone friends and family waiting for her, Meadowkit's mother included. Not to mention it might be the only place where she'd get to see her brother again...
In spite of her own opinions on Starclan, Gravel didn't chastize the young kit for her expression of disbelief, instead leaning down to give the tiny she-cat a reassuring lick on her head, pulling Meadow in close with her tail. "Very well, my dear. This transition won't be easy, but I promise I'll stay with you every step of the way, alright? We'll get through this together."
Lifting her gaze, she regarded the other members of their small group. "It won't be long until someone picks up all of our scents gathered here. Don't do anything rash, and do not speak unless spoken to. We need them to accept us."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 18, 2019 23:11:51 GMT -5
Whatever the river swept in would be caught in the League's net. Funk E'tan was honestly surprised at the number of visitors they had already, cats searching for a warm bed for the night before moving on or a new home after being bitterly washed out like an old stain. Some of the older blood gave him crap for being so inviting, still wanting to hold onto the image of being the boogeymen of the clans. And while he was fine with that image, spreading a decent word was never a bad thing. The past few Nemeses had messed up their relations with several of the clan, and Funk had to temper them down, least so no one comes to kill them all in the dead of night. Of course, any guest were given some complimentary sleeping 'pills', to help ease their nerves.
The border was drenched in the scent of water and dead fish, and it was late enough to where there was no reason for the Nemesis to be out walking. So really, the likelihood that he would be the one to pick up on their scent and find them was very slim. But here he was, cloaked in the setting sun brightening the auburn in his short pelt as he walked. It was surprisingly big, more than he would have thought. His pawsteps were light but he made no attempt to hide himself. Stepping over the ridge, he calmly approached the group, whiskers twitching in amusement.
"Ah, the river is bountiful this year, truly. Though sometimes quantity is better than quality. What might you be searching for here in our lands?"
Lucistic's head raised up, catching the scent of survival clans. They had been sprawled all over the place and moved like water, filling in any gaps of space, desperately trying to fit in places they didn't belong in and forcing their way through powerful people like the league to get in at any cost necessary. He had previously tried to make his way to WaterClan, but at some point the ground had become water. Even trying to swim through he found he had to duck his head under water avoiding debris. But worse he found it hard to resurface constantly finding logs blocking his way. It was too dangerous to try and tread back to WaterClan so he waited for news. They were Survival Clans, they would survive, that's what he had told himself in his head. Lo and behold as he followed Funk E'tan, close at his heels there she was.
"Sugar shell and baby blossom?" Lucistic said in disbelief at the sight of his mate and daughter. He had yet to even look down and notice Meadowkit.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 15:42:43 GMT -5
Funk E'tan was only half conscience of Lucistic following him. He didn't ask why, he didn't really want to know. The two had rarely interacted, other than Lucistic routinely screaming whenever he was one of the Nemesis' kids. So, really, a typical relationship with the black tom. But none of the tom's eccentricities could make up for the words that came from his mouth.
"Sugar shell? Baby blossom? Really." If he could have pinched his nose in frustration, he would have. Instead, he ran one of his paws over the front of his other leg. "Who are these sugars of yours?"
Meadowkit stopped, now standing behind Gravelshell. Her lips pressed together as she gazed at the cats with weary eyes. She’d never seen such mean looking creatures before, and she wondered if it were simply in the way they carried themselves. Her purple eyes shone brightly as she listened, but said nothing.
As soon as she spotted Funk E'tan approaching them, Gravel had mentally readied herself with the poised and diplomatic speech she had formed in her head from the very moment Primal Instinct was decided on as their new home. Though the old she-cat couldn't help but silently sigh in relief as soon as the stranger had greeted them; deliberately confusing metaphors to make himself sound more powerful and mysterious - just like her mate. They were in the right place after all. Taking a breath, she opened her mouth to address him, hoping to make this process as quick and easy as possible.
"Sugar shell and baby blossom?"
Starclan forbid anything be quick and easy when Lucistic was around. But that voice...it had been so long; Gravel nearly wept in relief as she turned her gaze to meet his.
"DAD!" Yucca didn't miss a beat, already bounding forward to meet her beloved father in an embrace, barely seeming to spare a glance at the other tom as she passed him. Letting out a warm purr as she took in her parent's scent, the young feline grinned brightly before lifting her chin to look up at Lucistic. "Oh Dad, you would not believe what we've been through! I almost died, it was awful!"
If it were possible, Gravel would've smacked her palm against her forehead in annoyance. So much for 'don't do anything rash'. Still, she felt the corners of her mouth curl into a small smile, happy to just see her mate again. "I'm Sugar shell, or rather, my name is Gravel. I'm Lucistic's mate, and that is our daughter Yucca. And this-" She glanced over her shoulder at where Meadow was hiding behind her. "-is my niece, Meadow. We wish to become members of the League."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 23:39:37 GMT -5
("deliberately confusing metaphors to make himself sound more powerful and mysterious" - stop calling me out xD)
Lucistic had a mate? And a kit? Since when? Who? Why? And with, who he could put together as, Gravelshell. He wasn't overly familiar with her, but he'd at least heard the name once or twice. He was even more confused, especially when she asked if they could become members of the League. Funk would think they would have joined already to be with Lucistic, but he didn't join the clans of everyone he wooed either, so he had no say in their affairs. But they had obviously traveled a long ways, and as said before, the Nemesis wasn't all bad.
"Very well. I'll grant your request and hold my questions till tomorrow, when you three have gotten some rest. I'll leave you in Lucistic's care then but I'll at least walk you to the manor. The name is Funk. Funk E'tan. While I'm a fairly new Nemesis, I take it you won't besmirch the name anytime soon, right?" His smile was as bright and crooked as the moon itself, and his tone laced with just enough humor and seriousness to truly be his own. "Would you like me to carry her? I carry my own kits on my shoulders all the time." He asked, pointing to Meadow.
The dilute calico feline peeked form around her aunt. Her nose twitched curiously, the scent of herbs filling it. The tom reminded her of WaterClan’s last medicine cat. A smile pulled along her lips as she felt a surge of sudden trust and joy. Perhaps it was for the pure fact that the scents were the same scents that Juniper carried those few moons.
She bounded over to Funk, her tail waving eagerly. “Okay!” The childish kitness of her shone, proof that her young age and imagination hadn’t been completely tainted.
"She's my mate," He said the same time Gravel spoke and smiled widely with a God-We're-So-Perfect look in his eyes.
Lucistic nuzzled Yucca, "I have missed my baby blossom, not the other boys, but you I've definitely missed," He joked, or maybe wasn't joking, it was hard to tell.
"I can't believe you almost died," Lucistic said to Yucca with a wide eyed expression, truthfully he didn't doubt it. His own father had washed up onto the shores of Toxicity's river, after fighting an entire war almost by himself and slipping into the water there was little strength his father had left to fight it. Not that he personally missed the guy, he heard enough stories to piece together the guy was probably demonic. He tilted his head to Gravel, "You can join the league if you give me a kiss right here," He said pointing to his cheek, "And right here," He said pointing to his neck, "Not in that order, maybe work your way up to it, that would be hot," He smirked, his tail kissing up against Gravel's side in comfort. Whatever she had to do he'd handle it for her.
A smack upside the head was all Lucistic initially got. "Don't be obnoxious, pretty bird," Gravel taunted back at him, the stern expression on her face abated by the genuine humor and fondness twinkling in her gaze. Once upon a time she had only known her mate by the name Lucisticcrow, which, in her opinion, was by far a more accurate name for the tom. Her mate was so much like his avian namesake; always hopping about eager to please, trying to impress her with shiny bobbles and bewitching songs. Of course, what she saw in him was far more than just that. "I sincerely thank you for your graciousness, Funk E'tan," she continued to the other tom, dipping her head respectfully to him, and smiling softly at Meadow's newfound eagerness to meet the Nemesis. As she turned to start the short trek to Primal Instinct's camp, the she-cat side-stepped towards Lucistic, giving him a quick, affectionate lick on the ear before continuing forward.
"Zephyr's safe and sound in Dayclan last I heard," Yucca admitted, giggling like a school-girl at her parents' antics, only stopping to give her chest fur a few tentative licks. "Apparently found some cute she-cat to fawn over, too. Florian's...alive, I know that much. You know him, father; mister cold as a stone." She rolled her eyes, never able to comprehend her brother's life choices. "He wasn't keen on following us here, so he's probably off on his own somewhere. He knows we came here, though, so who knows?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 8, 2019 19:07:06 GMT -5
If Funk was younger, he would have fake gagged at this display of completely normal affection. But as an adult, the Nemesis was better than that. He threw in some hacking coughs and fanned himself some as he lowered himself. His green eyes lit with a lightheartedness though. "This garbage will follow you everywhere kid, get used to it." He whispered to Meadowkit as she clambered onto his back. Standing back up, he let the three go ahead, not sure how much of this sugary reunion he could stomach.
"Yeah, get used to people like Funk if you're set on staying here. Everyone's about open relationships, ditching their kits, stealing kits, abusing their friends, and somewhere in the mix killing and tormenting cats," Lucistic explained before looking his mate up and down and whispering, "So were you serious about moving here?"
Meadowkit purred deeply. Something about Funk was quite likable. Perhaps it were simply because he was a bit amusing. “Bleh.” She copied him, sticking out her tongue and crossing her eyes. Finally she snuggled into his back and held on with her claws, but was careful not to dig them too deep. “Can I pretend you’re a badger?” Something about a new face lightened her up just a little, and made her a bit more kit like.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2019 20:54:19 GMT -5
"and yet you're still here and if they say they want to, will be lobbying for them to join our merry band of ne'er-do-wells." Funk said as he stifled a yawn, still keeping some distance between the family and himself. Somehow the banter reminded him of how late it actually was, or he found himself strangely at peace just watching this little group. "Sure, though I'll jump a little more than a badger does." Just to prove his point, he raised himself up somewhat onto his back legs. Not enough for her to fall off, but at least to know he was serious.
