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Funk couldn't keep track of the days that came and went so quickly. After everything that happened with Novaclan, his throat burned to talk. He was elated, thrilled he was alive and his feelings were requited. But the world now felt new and he felt the need to retrace his pawsteps. Just to see if it was completely different. Nothing was so far, not that he was surprised. His steps meandered and weren't very straight, like he needed more sleep despite that that was all he's been doing these last few days. Something tried to sit right, but he wasn't used to it. It led to him being a little grumpy as he completely ignored the Summerclan border.
"Hey Spots! Watch your step!" Poppypaw called from a fox-length or two to Funk's left, her cream fur bristling slightly, although more out of surprise than any territorial aggression. She was clearly a SummerClan cat, her pelt had a sweet, floral scent, a direct result of the flowers she often wore. Presently she had crown full of yellow english primrose that was held together with few waxy ivy leaves. The colors would have looked nicer on a cat with a darker pelt, "You need to pay better attention, you very nearly just ruined my violas. SummerClan welcomes visitors but not ones who destroy our gardens!"
Sure enough, not even a pawstep ahead of Funk were a few dainty flowers. They looked a little pathetic - no doubt thanks to the cold - but had a rich royal purple that was uncommon to see any time of year. Poppypaw padded right up to Funk and narrowed her eyes, "Did you get lost or something? Do you want me to show you the way out?"
She had never attended a gathering and hadn't been involved in the fighting of NovaClan. She had no idea who Funk was.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 21, 2020 18:48:07 GMT -5
(i realize the problem is that funk does not get angry easily but we'll find a way)
"Spots?" Good for Poppypaw, he stopped right before the violas. Bad for Poppypaw, he was way more confused. I mean, they were rosettes. Come on. The place smelled a familiar sweet that tended to cling to his pelt. Though it filled the whole air, and he almost figured Dayclan or Springclan if it wasn't for the obvious Summerclan smell that hung on the border he just past. Also, she just said Summerclan. That was a good indicator too. How'd he get all the way out here? Things were really bothering him, he guessed. Looking down at the violets than back up at Poppypaw, he cocked his head, "My bad. But Spots?! Please tell me Summerclan hasn't become so dull, they can't recognize a League cat by the smell?"
(that's OK - if anyone can do it, it's Poppy! she's usually a little nicer but fore the sake of this thread she will be having a bad day lol)
Poppypaw bristled, offended at being called dull, she had heard that insult her entire life and the last thing she wanted to do was have it uttered to her by a stranger. In typical Poppypaw fashion, she backpedaled, making things up as she went, "I was upwind and couldn't smell you," a lie, she had been downwind, "And besides, even if I did pick up your scent, I've never been to a Gathering, so how would I know you are from the League?" she may have never been to a Gathering, but she had been at the NovaClan conflict, she should have known. The truth was that she simply had not been paying any attention.
She swished her stubby tail from side to side as she glared at Funk. As she stood there, she began to realize that this strange tom had identified himself as a member of the League, and her tail lowered a bit. Those cats were notorious killers, dangerous, to be avoided at all costs. Would this be her first border fight?! She felt excited at the thought, but restrained herself. Poppypaw was not a fighter, she was dull but she knew that much to be true, best to act tough and scare hm off before an actual fight happened, "So, uh, anyways, you should leave before the rest of my patrol gets here and chases you off."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 24, 2020 20:28:52 GMT -5
(we'll just have funk be a little ooc and scold her like he does with bloody. by bopping her on the head)
Funk tilted his head, somewhat sure he saw someone like her at the Novaclan gathering. Well, the gathering that led to Novaclan. Wait, which one? It didn't matter, did it? He was somewhat sure he was upwind from her. Still, watching her puff up was entertaining. It reminded him of his own play fighting when they were young. Now they were old, and so blah. Not nearly as malleable anymore. Oh well. A pang of tiredness hit him again and he was reminded of the walk here, and a heaviness flowed into his paws that left him suddenly irritable. "Hey now dear. Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm here, I may as well get a souvenir or two for my time. How about..." Funk looked all around, like he was looking for something. He considered the violas, but they were better here, "a little kit hair for my witch's brew." For as little as he fought, the motion was quick. Only a few slivers of fur fell off of her, the rest completely fine.
Poppypaw saw a tuft of her precious cream-colored fur fall to the ground next to the violas. She looked from the fur to Funk and back one more time before puffing up like a very angry kitten. The flame-point she-cat was nearing the end of her training, so her size was almost that of a regular Warrior. Her maturity, unfortunately, was not quite up to par. She took an aggressive step forward and got right in Funk's face as she began to rant, her whiskers brushing the tips of his, "What in StarClan's name do you think you are doing!? Walking into SummerClan territory like you own it, nearly destroying precious flowers, and then plucking at my pelt for... what, a witch's brew? I'm not even a little convinced that you work for the witch! You need to get out of here fast before I bring the wrath of SummerClan upon you!1!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 29, 2020 0:37:24 GMT -5
Even if she was not that much smaller than him, he couldn't help but see her as an overly emotional kitten. Getting up in his face only made him stand a little taller, a lukewarm smile as she yelled at him. Though it didn't take much for him to put a paw on her chest and push her away. "Gods, you got like a mint or something? Your breath reeks." Funk waved a paw in front of his face, hoping that vague smell of digested prey and who knows what else out of his nose but with no luck. "You really have no clue who you're dealing with. Guess I ought to show ya." Really, he wasn't that mad. But gee, she planted these poor violas horribly and that was worth a couple of scars in his book. Everything else didn't help. Launching at Poppypaw, he bowled into her, raking his claws along her shoulder.
Poppypaw let out a shriek as Funk's claws carved a scar across her shoulder. She really had impressive pipes on her, surely someone had heard that caterwaul. It was hard to say if anyone would actually come to her air, though: this apprentice had a distinctive voice and was notorious from crying wolf. She pushed herself away from Funk and twisted her head around to see red blood blossoming across her light golden fur. She licked it a couple of times and only made it worse. It was deep, but not life-threatening.
Poppypaw settled a pair of blazing bondi blue eyes on the Nemesis and hissed with fury clear in her tone and expression, "What is WRONG with you?? You trespass on my territory, nearly destroy my garden, and the attack me? Do you not have any manners?!? I've been nothing but nice to you! I know cats from the League are supposed to be edgy and rude, but you'd think an adult such as yourself wouldn't be so cruel. I'm just an apprentice, dude. This had better no scar or there will be hell to pay!"
She fussed a little more over her wound and left herself become completely exposed should Funk choose to take it. It was too easy, really. Poppypaw skipped all battle training exercises because she considered herself a pacifist. She had no idea how to act in a fight or even basic defense.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 2, 2020 19:52:22 GMT -5
Blood coated the Nemesis's claws, and the shriek made his heart thrum excitedly. The primal part of him wanted more; his claws to rip through it again, to feel the essence of life coat his mouth, and to feel the sorrow that pain brought. Funk let her escape, he'd certainly kill her if he didn't. Even as she yelled at him, he simply lapped up the blood on his paw. "I lead the League. Needlessly cruel is my middle name. Alongside Ferdinand, but that's beside the point. The real atrocity here is." Funk paused, for dramatic effect before pointing at her little garden, "Your gardening skills are awful. I should just put you out of your misery so no one has to witness them again." He knew he shouldn't. It wasn't a move he should make when he carried the Pride Alliance on his back. Well, he could at least mess with her a little more. His other paw shot out to knock her off balance, guiding the apprentice to the ground before pressing her to it with his other. "And that last thing is definitely not true. Don't fool yourself into thinking you've been anything more than a brat."
Poppypaw's eyes went wide at the revelation that she was dealing with the leader of Primal Instinct. She knew his name was Funk E'tan and that he was notorious for his unpredictability and uncanny ability to win over even the hardest of hearts. He had numerous progeny and surely many more to come given his history. Thankfully this tom hadn't yet seemed to bother SummerClan much - they must be the only Clan that did not hold any of his kin at this point, surely - so did his presence here mean that they were his next target for amorous affairs? Immediately Poppypaw "connected" the dots.
"Oh, is this really how you treat all of your queens? I don't know what they see it you, but it won't work on me, no sir! You won't win my heart by insulting my gardening skills - with are top notch, thank you very much - and if the only other bad thing that you can call me is a brat, then at least I have one up on you! You're nothing more than a playboy with a god complex who thinks he can have anything that he wants. Well, not me, and not SummerClan. You don't scare me! You need to leave before Ratstar gets here and finishes you off for good"
When Poppypaw finished speaking, she was shaking, her half-tail unmoving but parallel to the ground. Her outburst had helped her hide her fear but not it was all too obvious that she was unsettled. She had focused on the most exciting rumors when his identity was revealed, but she knew that he was more than just a Casanova. Funk was a deadly killer. Ruthless, even. She would not stand a chance if he tried to end her life. Talk about terrifying. She would not look him in the eyes, but she wanted to, just to see if her words did the job. Unfortunately for Poppypaw, she would have been much better off had she kept her mouth shut.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 20:01:59 GMT -5
"No thanks. I don't play with kids." Funk waved a paw, like he was shooing her off. Even Funk had his standards, never desperate enough for kits to consider an apprentice. The last place he needed his kids in was Summerclan too, after all. Still, that's what he was? A playboy? True. With a god-complex? True. Thinks he can have anything he wants? True. Well, he deserved it at this rate. Especially if some kit with a stumpy tail and too big of a mouth was gonna insult him.
"You know, yet you continue to berate me." Funk shrugged, not letting the pins in his heart show. He didn't need to be read by an apprentice here. He'd suggest running if she didn't want to die. But he didn't mind the idea of killing her. Or leaving her close. Just to prove a point. The casual 'hey, don't mess with me'. It was something most Primal Instinct cats wouldn't think twice about. So he slowly walked towards Poppypaw, "That's a bad idea. Don't you think?"
Poppypaw squeaked and shrunk back from the bengal tom. Her shoulder went ablaze at the motion and she squeaked a second time as little streaks of blood spilled down her creamy off-white pelt. Funk was not reacting the way that she had wanted him to. Typically when she ran her mouth like that, the other cat would get just as flustered and fire back some retorts, mostly harmless, then they would resolve their argument and be done with it. She was a SummerClan cat, after all, they were notoriously friendly and agreeable. She was learning pretty quickly that it didn't work so well with other groups, at least not the League. All it did was... encourage him? She saw that primal glint in his eye, the way he looked at her like she was just a piece of meat, and knew she was in trouble.
"You stay back!" Poppypaw said pathetically, making herself look small. Her claws were unsheathed but clinging to the forest floor, "I mean it!"
---
"Ahem..." Blue couldn't stop herself from interrupting. She'd been watching for just a little while, but had heard much of the exchange during her approach. She had not wanted to eavesdrop or anything but she figured that if Pourtheteasis had been in the area, she would have been drawn here, too. She knew the kit had been missing and unluckily been the first to find the scent trail. She figured it would not have taken very long to find her - the scent seemed very fresh - but the Mage had seriously underestimated the speed of a determined kitten. SummerClan was quite a trek, especially with how pregnant she was, but she powered through it, thinking she was one step away from finding her little escapee. The kit wasn't here, of course, but Funk sure was.
This time Funk's target was a Clan cat. She was pretty, frilly, fluffy. Looked harmless, acted as much. The same instinct that sent Blue out on the hunt for Pourtheteasis stirred in her gut and she wanted to do what she could to spare this one, "... Funk E'tan, have you seen Pourtheteasis? Your daughter has run off... again..."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 11, 2020 21:04:55 GMT -5
"Gee, just answer the question, girly." A new voice perked up. Sure enough, Pourtheteasis-chan was here, and bounded up between the girl and her father. Completely absent from the tension, the cream bengal ran around. Notably smaller than anyone else here, she made up for it with an exuberance for adventure. Still, she bounced around, lightly smacking Poppypaw. "What is your answer? Decide your fate."
Funk was, not surprisingly, about to ask the same question. Without the girly. He had been far into getting messing with Poppypaw to even realize he was being watched. He didn't say anything at first, watching Pourtheteasis-chan like he couldn't believe she was there. It didn't help when Blue appeared suddenly. "Blue, what are you doing all the way out here?" He couldn't help but at least act concerned. Here was his small Mage, heavily pregnant and very far away from home. Funk wasn't one to admit he was actually concerned. "I mean, yeah. She's right here."
Poppypaw hissed viciously at Pourtheteasis and tried to spook her away, but it was kind of pathetic. Her body language was all wrong. A cat cornered should fluff out its fur and try to look as big as possible, but she was doing the opposite, almost like she hoped she would become invisible, "Don't touch me! I'm hurt, can't you see?"
Blue tsked at Poppypaw's pathetic performance. The SummerClan she-cat was larger than Blue herself but she could tell that she was very young. It made her feel just a little bad for her. She tore her icy gaze away from Funk's current project and looked up at the trees as she replied to the Nemesis, "As silly as it sounds, I thought I'd find Pourtheteasis-chan in just a few seconds, and kept thinking that until second turned to minutes, hours... If I had a lick of sense I would have left that little one to her fate a long time ago," she laughed, just a little nervously, "Thank you for finding her. I don't think I'll be able to get her back all on my own, though. I won't be able to carry her very long and you know as well as I that she won't stick close..." It felt kind of weird asking for a favor from Funk, especially when she was the one technically doing a favor for him by tracking down his runaway daughter. She didn't like the tone her voice took, it reminded her a little bit of that whiney SummerClan apprentice. Well, at least she didn't falter.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 17, 2020 17:40:28 GMT -5
Funk looked between Poppypaw and Por before turning towards Blue. Even so young, Por knew how to handle herself. Especially with Poppy's poor performance. "Thank you for following her all the way out here." He wasn't the most intuned with his kits lives, but he was grateful Blue went to so much effort for her. And that came through in his voice. Most didn't care for kits, she would have been as good as dead without Blue. Warmly, he nodded before looking back at the two. "Well, I guess you didn't get to decide your fate. Little Por did. Lucky you. When you feel that scar tingle on your shoulder, just remember who gave it to you. And how a smart mouth can take more than just a little hair." Funk turned around at that, ready to head back. "Now let's go Pour. We can go by a secret place I know."
"Oh boy! Secrets." Pourtheteasis hopped away from Poppypaw before joining Funk and Blue. "Bye girly!"
Poppypaw actually held her tongue. She wasn't one to stay silent especially when she was told to do so... but the throbbing pain of the deep wound in her shoulder really did the talking for her. She knew that she was as good as dead if this tom changed his mind. It was best to keep up her current tactic of looking as small as possible. Poppypaw was deeply relieved to see Funk turn to leave, so much so that she momentarily forgot about Pour until the kit spoke to her. All the SummerClan apprentice did in response was hiss and take a step back. --- alright time for Blue to highjack this thread
Blue frowned at Poppypaw. Pathetic. She may be a healer but had no problems leaving a wounded cat as annoying as this one behind. She'd be fine, she should have a medicine cat that could look after her, not Blue's problem. The black she-cat followed after Funk and did not spare a second glance behind her.
"A secret place?" If cats had eyebrows, Blue's would have been raised. She was curious as to what it was but, knowing Funk, it would be either extremely good fun or one of the most miserable experiences of her life, unlikely to fall somewhere in between. It was not worth the risk: Blue would rather avoid it. She looked plump, sure, but she had hardly been able to keep down any food the last few days. On top of that, her paws ached from the trip here with her added burden. She would need to ask Nyiradessa if there were any herbs good to sooth sore paw-pads. She just didn't feel up for more adventure.
"Pour, aren't you sleepy? We.. I mean your dad can show you his secret place another day." She didn't want to step on the Nemesis's toes, but, if she could get Pourtheteasis on her side, maybe the kit would.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 22, 2020 0:32:24 GMT -5
"I mean..." Pour had charged ahead of the pair. She wasn't that sleepy, but when Blue mentioned it, she let out a yawn. The sabotage. How could she? But the little bengal wanted to see the secret place her father mentioned so badly. "I...ahh...I wanna go though." She was interrupted by another yawn. Now she could feel her paws getting heavy and her muscles started to hurt. And ooh, she wanted to cry. Heck, tears naturally pricked at the corner of her eyes.
Compared to the other walks Funk had made, this one wasn't so bad. They shared a border with Summerclan, after all. But Primal Instinct's territory was huge. And he was arguably the least tired, even though he was the one that got in the scrap. Still, he slowed down a little so he could talk to her alone. "How sweet of you. But I was thinking of a place that could benefit you both." Funk left it vague, but he looked up to watch the cream and brown tail of Pour pop up and down. "We won't be going out of the way either, but if you want to go ahead, I won't stop you." It might have been frustrating to be kept on such a long leash, like she wasn't wanted. But he never said that, and he wanted her to have the choice.
Blue blushed when Funk called her sweet and turned her face away from him so he wouldn't be able to tell. Her black fur made it nearly impossible anyways, but it was sort of reflexive for her. She really wanted nothing more than to return to her nest but it seemed that maybe, just maybe, what Funk had in store wouldn't be so bad after all. In hindsight it was a little unlikely that he would take a kit someone dangerous or gross. She evened out her breathing then looked ahead at Pour's snowy bengal pelt. The kit was clearly tired but it wasn't really her place to take care of her. Funk was her father; had Blue overstepped parental boundaries? It had to be hormones, it was so not like her. She figured it wouldn't hurt to give in after all, she could use a break, she just hoped it was worth the gamble of what Funk defines as "fun." "I'd rather stay with the group." Blue replied honestly, "So... I guess lead the way. I'm sure a little break would be good all three of us anyway."
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 8, 2020 23:30:56 GMT -5
His ears turned a little in satisfaction. If she kept looking at him, he wouldn't have been any of the wiser. Averted gazes kept everything easy, there was something she didn't want him to see. And there was only so much that could be hidden. She could think that, but he would definitely bring his kits to more dangerous places. It was where their curiosity could be maxed out. Bringing someone to the edge, it unlocked things you'd never get to see normally. Between the point of life and death, that was where the real meaning of life lied. Pour's tail danced in the foreground, though he simply stared past it until Blue responded.
He hummed a little, barely loud enough to leave his throat. Nice. That was simple enough. "Great, it's real close." Funk moved his path over towards the shore. It didn't have a lot of sand, mostly surrounded by rocks and water plants that thrived in the splashes. His paws were quickly soaked. Though not as much as Pour, as she bounded in the water at full speed. A cascade following her.
It was a little chilly for a swim. Blue liked water more than the average cat but didn't think getting soaked before continuing a pretty lengthy bit of traveling was a good idea. She had already agreed to this, of course, and she wasn't about to complain, but her heart fell ever so slightly as her paws got soaked. She watched Pour run up ahead and felt as if she should call her back but remembered that awkward she's-not-her-parent moment from earlier and held her tongue.
"I hope you don't intend to take us for a swim." She said, but her tone was light-hearted and playful. It would be hard for the average cat to tell if she was joking or serious but Funk knew her well enough at this point that he could probably tell, "I don't know how Pour has so much stamina, I sure hope... my kits are a little less energetic."
