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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 23, 2020 22:37:26 GMT -5
( A literal child has entered the tunnels, and they happen to look a lot like Funk E'tan. )
Could anyone blame them for wandering? Probably, but oops, if they were supposed to care, the probably should have picked it up hours ago back in the Janus tunnels. Young and probably a bit too curious for their own good, Funkson had managed to find themselves all the way in the Regime. Now, most would probably start freaking out at this point, considering, uh, SunClan's past with Renegade Regime, and the fact the small bengal was painting their clan's scent all over the tunnels as they went along without much care as to where they were actually trespassing.
Edited Jan 23, 2020 22:38:00 GMT -5 By Honeystorm | Reason: Funkson is too young to tell time.
Myst was wondering the tunnels and the land above, still trying to get the lay of the land when a scent hit him. "Sunclan?" He murmured, confused as the why the scent would be here, and then concerned. The scent wasn't strong, not like a patrol or battle party. Seemingly just one cat from what he could tell. He could handle one cat. So he followed the trail, now not worried about being lost, he made good time and it wasn't long before he spotted the small body of another feline. "Want to explain what you're doing here?" He mewed, his icy eyes really the only thing visible in the dark tunnel.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 24, 2020 23:44:05 GMT -5
"Walking, clearly." Funkson's voice stated, rolling their eyes in perhaps the most dramatic way possible for a child. If one didn't know better, they'd expect the little one's eyes to literally roll out of their skull. "Are you always so full of dumb questions?" They replied, shaking their head as if lamenting the poor older cat before them. Now, the bengal probably should have been a touch more tactful, when the feline was clearly of these tunnels, matching the earthy scent that clogged their nose, mostly, at least. Buut, given their parents, it was none too surprising that they were insufferable.
"Do Sunclan cats usually trespass onto territory where they are clearly not welcome?" He mewed, raising a brow. "By all rights no one would blame me if I killed you.. in fact no one would know." If the kit wanted to act like a grown up he'd treat her like one. Myst, unlike some, had no qualms hurting a kit. It usually came down to how they acted and if they repented for doing something stupid. This kit knew where she was, knew what she'd done, and would have to accept what he deemed an appropriate punishment. So he took a step towards her.
"Oh, Mystie, don't be so cavalier," she meowed from behind him, offering a cluck of her tongue. "Poor chap isn't hurting anyone, and look at it, such a cute little baby, very deserving of a smooch. And, just so we're on the same page, I'm pretty sure that's exactly SunClan's mode of operation, just sort of doin' what they want." The voice was accompanied by a feline who, like her brother, had no qualms in causing severe physical injury to about anyone, but, unlike her brother, she wasn't so forward about it. "I think your attitude is kinda cute, lil' dude," she then meowed to the younger cat, offering a wink.
Myst sighed.. first he spent most of the battle helping the injured and now he couldn't even take his pound of flesh here. "Fiiiine." He drawled. "But don't let him off so easy. You don't just wander into these tunnels like you can wander across the borders." He knew his sister would go easy because he was cute.. something Myst himself never saw with young cats, especially after the trouble they'd recently caused.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2020 22:02:37 GMT -5
( So, the question is, how much do I want to try to make Goss want to kill Funkson. Hmm. )
Funkson stared up at Gossamer, their tiny celadon eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Who invited the old crone?" They retorted, eyeing her with an appraising look that didn't seem all to impressed. "Don't you have to hobble off somewhere to die?" With a pointed turn, the kitten looked back up at Myst. "We were talking ways to kill me? Are we talking poisons, going for the throat, starvation, breaking down my sanity until I can't take it anymore. OOH, are we going with paralytics and prolonged torture!?" For a child so young, they certainly did seem a touch more masochistic than they ought to be. Then again, they were from SunClan, so maybe this was normal for the cult. Who knew?
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POSTEDFeb 1, 2020 17:11:17 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
She looked at her brother as he spoke, blinking once at him. "Yeah, yea, tunnels are dangerous spots for little babies but--." She was cut off by the kitten's response, which caused her head to snap in their direction. The look in her eye changed very quickly, and her left eye twitched. "Excuse me?" she meowed, sounding quite offended. "Mysterium," it was odd that she used her brother's full name, "did this lil punk just say what I think was just said?" Suddenly, all kindness was gone. There were about three things you shouldn't do around Gossamer Alessandra, even if you were cute, the number one rule being don't call her fat, ugly, or old. She padded closer to the kitten, and with all of her might, swung her paw at their head. Her claws collided with the space under their eye, and dragged across the chin, leaving several dripping lines. Not deep enough that they would leave eternal scars or anything, but deep enough to bleed. "I think you should try again, little baby. Because if you ever say anything like that again," she offered her sweetest smile, as if she hadn't just caused physical injury to a child, "I will give you a long stay in my brother's zoo, and most of the animals? Not that friendly."
For such a tiny kitten, the look that was returned to Gossamer indicated that Funkson would like that punishment only just a ton too much. So much so, in fact, that despite the sting, the blood dripping down their mouth and past their chin, staining cheek and auburn bengal fur crimson, one could already see a response forming in the child's mind. If there was one thing wrong with Funkson, which, actually, thinking about it, there was far too much wrong with this moon old Janus, it was that Funkson was extremely masochistic, probably to an extent that would surprise even their father Funk E'tan, and was more on par with a cat like Lucistic.
Of course, they then had to balance this masochism with the fact they now really, really liked the violent chick in front of them. Another odd thing about them. Violence, or the threat thereof, was probably the quickest way to get on their good side! Soo, how could they go about pissing her off just enough to keep the threat, but maybe not so much that they'd die? Eh, who cared. Picking themself up from the ground, they flashed one more wicked grin at Myst, before turning to the Commander with giddy delight in their eyes. "Oh, so the bag of bones croaks a threat? Need a nap after you expended all that energy, or are you still spry despite the appearance? I'd guess not, based on that strike just now."
Myst sighed and picked up the kit by the scruff. At a moon, not only was it easy it was down right natural. Honestly, the tiny feline was lucky that first strike hadn't done more damage to it's still developing body. "The only reason I'm doing this is because I don't want to get slaughtered when I get back to the league." He thought, having realized where he'd seen this kitten before and who they reminded him of. There was no way his sister wouldn't kill the kit if it didn't shut it's mouth. "Looks like it's past your naptime with how cranky you are. Let's take you back to my nest and you can have one there. Afterwards you're going with me back to the league." He grinned around the kit's fur, turning towards his own home before Goss could even respond.
To be honest, a nap did sound nice. But maybe that was because Funkson was so young already, just barely weaned, and had somehow managed to walk all the way from SunClan to the Regime. Still, they stifled the yawn, shaking their head vigorously, which really, just meant they were wiggling their own body, considering they were a bit, uh, incapacitated for the moment. "We're not going back to the League yet?" The bengal complained with a huff, crossing their tiny little forlegs petulantly.
"No, I'm not due back there until tomorrow." He mewed, again around the scruff between his jaws. "You sound disappointed?" He questioned, wondering if this kit would confirm what he suspected. He side eyed his sister, hoping she wasn't still fuming.
Funkson sighed heavily, uttering a rather loud "UGHHH." In the process. "Well yeah, your sister here said you had a zoo full of mean animals! Who wouldn't want to see that or potentially get to mess with them? Just don't tell my dad I'm there. He's annoying enough as my unfortunately much more bland near-clone, I don't need him butting in and ruining my fun with whatever scary zoo animals you got. Nemesis or not, who says he has to find out?"
