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Duskslayer grinned, "Hey, don't knock it till you try it," He said, but gave a serious expression, "I can see what you mean though, I hope you and your brother can get along though." He felt like he was the only sibling who could get along with his brothers and sisters, the rest weren't so neutral with one another.
Sean led them all into an abandoned Rainforest Café, it was currently shutdown for renovations, but since it was closed and cold out mice had moved in. There were jungle trees and foliage spread throughout the restaurant creating a dark jungle theme for them to hunt in. Duskslayer tipped his head back, but the trees seemed to stretch all the way up past his view, or at least he thought they did when in reality the ceiling was just decorated.
Duskslayer waved his tail in delight, "Wow, this place looks amazing!" He said with a purr, "Can I explore the place with you?" He asked Bloodyrondo, feeling a bit intimidated that this was new grounds, plus the place felt contained, yet open, it was a weird feeling.
"Moonlit is the one who needs to learn how to behave..." Bloodyrondo muttered to Duskslayer moments before they arrived at their destination. The ginger tom looked up at the building and his eyes went wide as saucers. Those trees were huge and strange, with vines, red bark, and an undeniable plastic scent. The entire building smelled like a mixture of plastic and something similar to a a fresh-killed robin but somehow sharper. It was very overstimulating for a cat who had never been so close to any sort of twoleg creation in his adult life. His tail low, his instincts screamed to turn around and head home, but he wasn't about to wuss out now. Not in front of all these cats. Especially Funk and Draculad. Dusklayer's exclamation pulled the Priest Promised out of his own mind and back to the present. Bloodyrondo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and nodded to Duskslayer, "Sure, lead the way."
"Yeah, I kind of doubt he's going to behave," Duskslayer said as he began to lead the way, he could see strange flickering lights above ever so often, but kept going. He wasn't sure if he wanted to eat whatever prey lived here, the place seemed pretty weird. "Hopefully Moonlit comes back to SunClan though. When I was five moons old I had the choice to stay in SunClan or move to DayClan or Renegade Regime."
His gaze couldn't hide that it had been a hard moment for him. He had met his birth mom for the first time when she killed Foxstar, his leader, and had attacked Glowstar, the person he grew up saying mom to. First impressions with his birth mom weren't so great so he stuck with his dad in SunClan and stayed loyal to him the way Foxstar and Glowstar never did.
"It was a no brainer to stay in SunClan, plus I have this cool feather now," He said, lifting up his tail to display the wispy feather, "It lets me go straight into DayClan camp, no questions asked."
The floor began to feel weird, most mushy, which was a weird feeling for wooden floors and despite never walking on wooden floors he could already tell it felt off like rotten tree branches.
Bloodyrondo knew that Duskslayer had some pretty complicated family matters. Honestly, who didn't? His own father was notorious among the Clans and had spread his bloodlines into nearly every one. Yet, he'd never really been put into really awkward situations because of it. Family was very important to SunClan and as annoying as it was he was happy to have a lot of family around even if one of them was Moonlit, "Well I'm glad you made the right choice to stay in SunClan. I can't rely on many cats but I trust you."
He eyed Duskslayer's feather curiously, wondering if he had one like it if he'd be given the same treatment. It couldn't be hard to find one, no? What a silly tradition, "Anyway, I guess we should start hunting for those, uh, 'giant mice.' Otherwise known as rats."
Bloody sniffed the air but couldn't pick up on any prey smells. He was a little overstimulated from all the new smells of twolegplace and couldn't quite narrow down any single scent. The ginger tom was a pretty decent hunter in his own right and was growing frustrated at his own inexperience. He glanced over at Moonlit who seemed to be settling in quite well and couldn't help but compare himself to his brother. It reminded him of back with Draculad had been promoted to Janus, he hadn't wanted it but he still acted arrogant about it, and Bloody was sort of feeling those same vibes.
"I trust you too, and uh, yeah I think that's what Sean really meant too," Duskslayer grinned before adding, "it's going to sound sappy, but you're honestly my best friend so I'm glad I get to go on this really weird, but kind of rad adventure with you."
Suddenly the ground began to shake beneath their paws as Duskslayer's fur spiked up with dread. The wooden floorboard splintered and cracked, heaving out horrible sounds that carried like the impending doom of ice breaking. Before either could make a move the floor gave in from underneath him and Bloodyrondo with a loud crack. They were sent plunging into darkness and fell onto artificial foliage that was left behind in the basement, softening their blow. The basement was far down and even looking back up it was hard to see where they fell in from. Like if they pried their gaze from the hole they could lose sight of it forever and probably could. The basement smelled musty and faintly of old water.
Bloodyrondo turned to look at Duskslayer to probably say something kind of mean but also a little charming; however, before he had the chance, he felt the ground quake beneath his paws and then collapse. It caught him by surprise and he let out a squeak as tumbled into the uncharted depths below the floorboards. The ginger tom put his paws out in front of him reflexively and and braced for impact. He felt his paw pads brush against what had to have been those plastic plants and he clawed at them wildly, trying and failing to get a grip. He slid from leaf to fake leaf until he fell on the ground with an inelegant thud.
"Duskslayer, are you okay!?" He coughed out, choking on dust. Any body paint he had been wearing had been almost entirely smeared off in the fall. Whatever had managed to stay on his fur had dirt and grime caked to it. The Priest Promised looked a mess, not that the lighting down here was good enough for any cat to tell. Bloodyrondo cast his gaze upward and struggled to see where they even fell from. He knew for sure that there was no way they were going to get out the same way they came in, though. He shook the dust from his pelt as best he can and waited for his eyes to adjust to the low light before taking a few steps forward in search of his friend, "Dusky! Answer me!"
Duskslayer cried out, but had managed to grip onto the fake leaves before slowly sliding off and hard onto his legs feeling the prickly sensation of pain crawl up his bones, but shook it off. He had fallen to the right of Bloodyrondo soon after he called out too him. "I think I'll be alright," He said, but gently lied down tucking his legs under himself. That definitely hurt his paws, "Are you okay though?" His turquoise eyes searched Bloodyrondo's for any signs that he might be hurt. He had hardly glanced around at his surroundings, but was starting to. They were at the bottom of the two-leg den, somewhere dark, it was almost a little suffocating to breathe. Somehow it wasn't intimidating, like even if they were in the dark he could feel it pulling him the direction he needed to go without even knowing the place. He felt relatively certain that they could get out.
Bloodyrondo was instantly relieved to hear Duskslayer's voice and a little embarrassed that he had called out to him like that in a moment of panic. He returned the other cat's gaze confidently. He was a little sore but had landed well enough to avoid any serious injury, "Yes, I'm fine. We need to figure a way out of here and quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if that Sean character had something to do with this."
The ginger tom shook his pelt and blinked his eyes a few times as they adjusted to their surroundings. It was horribly cluttered and smelled musky down here. Now that all was settled down, he could hear the pitter-patter of paws and some squeaking. He had never properly seen a rat before - they tended to hang out near twolegs or bodies of water, neither of which were that terribly common in SunClan - but he knew that those pawsteps belonged to something much bigger than a mouse. He tensed up, his suspicion regarding Sean fading quickly to make room for a different problem, "I think we have company..." He said more quietly just as one of the rats appeared out of the darkness and lunged at Duskslayer, its beady little eyes black as midnight.
(hope #ratattack doesn't mess up your plans, if it does then we can kill this one and move on, or we can get a lil swarmed lol)
"Sean would never betray me like that," Duskslayer said earnestly, but before he could explain why he could hear the sounds of something headed towards them. Something channeled inside of Duskslayer almost like a kill mode as he went straight for the throat tearing out an actual chunk of meat from the rats neck and spitting it out, "We should run, they're diseased and there's a lot of them." He warned backing up and claws unsheathed.
As Duskslayer spoke, more rats appeared from the darkness, moving if they were one big, lumbering shadow. Some were as big as rabbits but most of them were about half that size. The sea of beady eyes, highlighted by the faint light filtering in from the hole in the ceiling, was deeply ominous and closing in fast. They reeked of disease but it sure did not seem to be slowing them down.
"Uh, yeah, we're running." Bloodyrondo agreed. He tapped Duskslayer's shoulder and took off in a direction where the rats were the thinnest. He couldn't tell if it was a true way out or not but there really were not that many options. Some of the rats gave chase and one managed to grab onto Bloodyrondo's tail. He whipped around, striking it on the back of the neck hard enough to stun it but not quite kill it, and kicked it toward his companions. He ran away and did not look back to see if it worked, "Do you see a way out?!"
Sprinting forward he darted at Bloodyrondo's side and occasionally moved the priest promised to the right when he instinctively felt a wall coming up near them that couldn't be seen in the pitch darkness. The intuition inside of him was like a flame, depending on the environment it would get bigger and other times it would die down leaving him feeling lost. Sharp yellow teeth snapped into his ankles, the initial sting was nothing compared to the teeth that sunk into his flesh, they were sharp and long, and every movement was agony. He wanted to slow down and pry it off of him to avoid any pain from trying to scrape it off his leg and possibly removing skin with it. However if he slowed he knew he would have far more teeth sinking beneath his fur. With a few breaths he kicked at the large rodent as he ran, his back leg jamming into the rat. Four times he had to hit the beady eye foe before it released him and tumbled back. His teeth clenched together, he could still feel the pain in his ankle even after it let go, it was almost worst now. Like the little air that rushed past it from running was making the wound sting more than it would if he remained still. Up ahead he could hear Bloodyrondo asking for an exit.
"Uh," Duskslayer looked around like he would somehow be able to actually see something, but up ahead he could. Something white in the distance, "I think so, follow me!" Duskslayer called having good confidence that Bloodyrondo could follow him in the darkness. The back of his legs were a highlighter white making it easy to see him while running. When he got closer he became more aware that the white he saw wasn't light, but the color of a cats fur. A white tom stood there, his gaze was milky and blind, he turned and walked through the wall he stood behind and for a moment Duskslayer stood there confused and probably more confused when Bloodyrondo didn't react because he couldn't see what he saw, but there wasn't much time to think. With a leap of faith Duskslayer pounced into the dark wall and came out the other side. The bottom base of the wall was solid, but the upper part of the wall was shrouded in shadow, anyone would assume the whole thing was solid by the naked eye alone. Duskslayer stuck his face out, "Jump!" He called to Bloodyrondo hanging near to help him if any rats dared to try and interfere.
"Duskslayer?!" Bloodyrondo skidded to a halt just a few feet behind where Duskslayer had jumped. The ginger tom looked around wildly for his friend but he may as well have been totally blind. It was too dark, plus he was disoriented, seeing as it was impossible to ignore the pitter-patter of the mischief* behind him. Their chorus of squeaks and snarls made them seem all the bigger and formidable than they probably actually were. There could be hundreds of them or maybe there were just ten, it was too dark and they were so, so loud. And where was Duskslayer? He had said he saw an exit, then disappeared without a trace. Time slowed down for just a moment as Bloodyrondo thought he had been abandoned. Was this really going to be his end? Mauled to death by a bunch of rats in twolegplace?
"Jump!"
Time picked back up once more and he snapped his attention toward where Dusklayer's voice had come from. All directions seemed to be a solid wall to him, yes even up above, as there was no light filtering through that he could see. However, he was out of options. He could stay here and try to fight his way out or jump. If he followed instructions, best case scenario he was safe, worst case scenario he'd have a headache and revert back to his other option. He took a step back, sprinted toward Dusky's voice and jumped as high as he could manage with his eyes glued shut. His jump was a little too shallow. If he had had his eyes opened he probably would have been able to see by now that there was a perch there, but it was too late. Bloodyrondo hit the wall like a boulder and drug his claws into it, just barely holding on but not quite high enough to make it. The rats that had been chasing him swarmed the ground below. He couldn't see them, but he could hear them, and he paniced, "Pull me up!"
*a group of rates is literally called a mischief, so cute
Duskslayer's tail lifted in relief to see Bloodyrondo lunge up to the top. He was already grabbing onto his scruff before he could finish his sentence and hauled him up to the top giving him a few reassuring licks across the shoulder. He walked behind Bloodyrondo, there was no chance of the rats climbing up the steep surface, at least not this fast. But Duskslayer wanted to make sure he served as a buffer between the rats and his friend. "Let's move in a little and rest," Duskslayer suggested gently walking past Bloodyrondo as he lied down further in the dark corridor. He made sure to keep his tail brushing up against Bloodyrondo so he could follow him.
Settling on the floor he realized it was wooden, a basement office. Now that he was able to relaxed he realized just how sore he was from falling, running, and getting bitten. They had left at dark and still was, but he still remembered what Sean said. If they didn't get back before the sun rose they would be trapped in the city until night fall again. He couldn't imagine not falling asleep for the next five hours to try and sleep this adrenaline off, but he was somehow going to have to. "Are you alright? I can check you for wounds," He offered wanting to distract himself and Bloodyrondo from how he managed to get in here, but at the same time there was no one else he wanted to talk to this about other than to Bloodyrondo.
"How did you see this?!" Bloodyrondo was gasping as he was pulled up by Duskslayer. The other tom was so much stronger than the ginger tom was expecting; he felt like a ragdoll until all found paws were firmly on the ground. He struggled to catch his breath for a moment then peered back over the divider. There was a light source behind him but it did not reach the pitch darkness below. He could heard and smell the rats, though, squeaking and spitting at each other in a void. He made sure his tail wasn't hovering over the side of the wall before following after his savior away from the wall, "Anyway, yes, rest sounds good."
Bloodyrondo had a few scratches on his hind legs and a nasty bite on his tail, but none were all that serious. His scruff was more sore from being pulled up the wall than any wound inflicted by the rats. Still, it would be a good idea to clean the wounds out to prevent infection. He figured the both of them were at high risk after being in the same area as the mischief let alone direction exposed to it, "I'm okay, though, you should clean out your wounds as best you can while I find some cobwebs. Once we are back at camp I'll be able to treat us both better."
"Let me clean my wound first," Duskslayer said as he fiercely licked as much as he could at his back ankle. It was a hard to reach place so he could only do a half hazard job. He looked up to see more clearly where Bloodyrondo was wounded, "Maybe she would clean each others wounds, yours look hard to reach like mine," He said settling down by his friends back legs at his offer. After all it was their legs that were wounded, if they didn't address it now it would only slow them down later. He breathed in shallow breaths, down here the air felt tighter, like there was less to go around, but it wasn't to a suffocating degree, so much as discomfort. If they slept here it would certainly dry up their throats and wake them up a few times so cleaning up their wounds and moving on was definitely the best option in his opinion.
"As for how I knew this was up here, I don't know if you know this, but Darkcomplex and Glowstar aren't my real parents. Foxstar had kidnapped me and my siblings when I was less than a moon old to be raised in SunClan, I'm Regime blooded. Sean and Shule are my parents, but y'know after watching my biological mom murder Foxstar in SunClan camp I wasn't as determined as the rest of my siblings to follow her to the Regime."
(jeez two threads back to back playing dr bloody on dusky lol)
"Not a bad idea, I guess," Bloodyrondo replied as he nosed his way over to Duskslayer's hind legs. He didn't like being told what to do by literally anyone but Dusky got a free pass most of the time. The bites and scratches did not seem very deep but surely they were painful; they were deeper and more close together that Bloody's own. He was careful as he started to clean them out but his "careful" was probably another cat might call "hurried." He was a healer, though, so at least his patient could rest assured knowing that the job was at least being done right, "Gossip gets around, you know. I knew Darkcomplex and Glowstar weren't your real parents... but I didn't know that your real ones were in the Regime. Through the Sun God's guidance you were lead to us, at least, so perhaps Foxstar's death was all part of his plan. There's a reason why leaders are granted nine lives." Bloodyrondo said between strokes of his tongue, totally ignoring the comment about Foxstar kidnapping him. It sounded sort of heartless but anyone who knew him could tell that it was not his intention.
Duskslayer carefully began cleaning out Bloodyrondo's wounds as he listened. He wondered if Bloodyrondo was right, despite being kidnapped he enjoyed his childhood. He had some faded, but good memories of his early kit moons of playing in DayClan's nursery but when he became a little bit of an older kit and moved to SunClan he always felt things became even better. But the darker reason for that, he knew was because SunClan and DayClan kits were all in the nursery when DayClan was enslaved. Although being a kit at the time, that concept wasn't really swallowed and instead he had more kits to play with than any kit will ever had in history. Jeez, was that why he loved to play pretend so much, he got hooked at a young age?
His thoughts shifted to Bloodyrondo's comment about nine lives. But Glowstar didn't have nine lives, so what did that say about her? Even Sean and Funk up there had lives to spare and one wasn't even a leader anymore.
"I'm glad I chose to stay in SunClan," He said with a purr before finishing up cleaning Bloodyrondo's wounds, but hadn't started the one on his tail, largely because Bloodyrondo had longer fur and he didn't even know he was wounded there. He looked back into the darkness the way they came, his ears lowering slightly, what had he seen? Was it something deep inside of him or was it something he had yet to meet or maybe, somehow, a little bit of both.
"You should be alright. Anyways, how I saw in the dark, I think it's an instinct. I could see a cat guiding my way, but it was not the Sun God, too small and too pale. I just want you to know that there are pieces of me I can't bury and maybe this one is that Regime part of me that naturally guides my paws through darkness. But I'll always serve you and I'll always be your friend and you should know that because lately my parents have been laying into me about how I've been acting," Duskslayer said offhandedly knowing it would infuriate Bloodyrondo if he got into the details that Glowstar was one of the people telling him this.
"I'm glad you decided to stay in SunClan, too," Bloodyrondo said before he continued to clean out Duskslayer's wounds. He fell silent while he did this, occasionally glancing back at him, or nodding his head slightly, all indications that he was listening even though he wasn't replying right away. He wasn't exactly the best communicator but right now he was certainly making the effort. When Duskslayer mentioned a ghostly experience with another cat, Bloodyrondo tensed just slightly, and lifted his head away from his clanmate's wound. His work was mostly done anyway, "I'm glad that your... Regime instinct... lead us out of that mess. But be careful. Despite being Priest Promised, I don't know much of the other groups's spirits, but I do know that many of them can be dangerous. Misleading. I won't have any of them try and drag you back to DayClan or, worse, to the Regime."
Bloodyrondo stretched his limbs and felt the sting of his wounds, but it was minor, manageable. He would give anything for some burdock root or wild garlic, they were go-to's for animal bites, but he knew he wouldn't find anything like that in twolegplace, "I'd never doubt your intentions, though. I don't trust many cats but I trust you. Anyway... we had better find a way out of here real quick. We don't have much time before our window closes... Perhaps it already has." He looked around, not seeing any obvious exits, and turned his pale green eyes back to Dusky, "Is your... uhhh... Regime spirit still around? I'll permit you to use him just one more time, if it means getting us out of here..."
"I believe in the Sun God, but I have a hard time believing in stuff like wandering spirits. Even if there were I just don't think of them as scary, like when Bluejay attacked, she was scary," Duskslayer said, leaving out the part that his little adopted sister, Pandora was just as a part of the apocalypse as Bluejay was. He had grown up believing Pandora to be his half sister and when it turned out they were more like cousins they still continued to call one another brother and sister. He was definitely closer to Pandora than he was to his real blood siblings like Cinnamonsavage in DayClan or Kaisra in Renegade Regime. He tilted his head to the side, "Though I'll admit that yeah, being dragged to the Regime does sound awful. I still can't figure them out, but I don't think they're as bad as we think. When I was an apprentice a Regime spy attacked me in SunClan and tormented me in secret in the Regime, but then my brother and sister Serenity and Kaisra rescued me. The rest of the Regime helped me recover so I think they just have a few rogue agents while majority aren't too bad. Although it would be awesome if Sean up there could hurry up and find us," Duskslayer said staring up at the ceiling, but wasn't entirely certain if they even knew they were missing.
Duskslayer stood up and nodded to Bloodyrondo, "I don't see it, but the instinctual feeling is still there, I can get us out," He promised before adding, "Does this mean after this I'm not allowed to use it?" Carefully, without waiting for a response he proceeded forward at a cautious pace for anymore rats.
Bloodyrondo sighed as he tested his hind legs a bit. The pain was minimal, he would have no problems getting around, for tonight at least. He wanted to give Duskslayer another lecture this time about how family wasn't just blood but at this point he may as well be beating a dead horse. The two toms just viewed the topic so differently. To Duskslayer, it was almost like he was tethered to a chain; to Bloodyrondo, it was nothing compared more than a technicality. The ginger tom knew both of his parents but hardly considered them as such. The closest thing that he had to a mother was Littlestar because she had mentored him from such a young age. Surrounded by family, family in nearly every Clan, family he didn't know, family he did know but couldn't name, half-siblings and their kits, the lists went on and on but he wasn't close to them. Not in the same way Duskslayer was. He wasn't smart enough to understand the distinction, though.
"Until the Regime agrees to worship the Sun God as they should, then they cannot be trusted. Same as any other heretical Clan." Bloodyrondo replied firmly as he took a few steps ahead, not that he really had any idea of which way they should go, "Anyways, I'm not so sure your spirit is a Regime spirit. The Sun God can surely send SunClan spirits to our aid... although it's weird since I can't seen anything. Because of that, you should only use this instinct as a last resort. Or when I say so. Like right now."
