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It wasn't the first time they'd been on League territory. Of course, that was saying a lot for most cats, who didn't get a second chance, especially when they were only a moon old, and most certainly not a Primal Instinct cat. But, one supposed Funkson had privilege in being Funk E'tan's child. Not that the Nemesis much cared about his kit, probably about as much as Funkson cared about borders, which was not at all.
Regardless, the newest, and youngest, SunClan Janus, pranced through the city without a care. It wasn't hard to slip around unnoticed, being so young and small yet, even if their presence clearly demanded nothing but one's undivided attention. It was probably for that reason, Funkson ended up getting bored, and began to follow the strongest scents to assault their nose, expecting to, sooner or later, meet someone in this place. Clearly, their father wasn't good with security if they'd gotten this far already.
With her head filled with ideas of grandeur, Heloise-kun stalked the intruder. She was a punishment trainee and was still not completely certain on her tasks. But she knew enough that trespassers could be captured and tortured. Now all she had to do was catch this tom, that would be the tricky part. She was currently in an odd growth spurt and was extremely leggy. She was trembling with excitement, just imagine the praise she could get if she could capture her own prisoner within her first week of being promoted.
With a loud cry she lept on the back of the small bengal. Baring her teeth she tried to look threatening, yet there was a look of joy in her eyes. “Gotcha, your mine now.” Her tail lashed and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Her claws were trying to pin the intruder to the ground. Hopefully he would give up, then she would get to take him to the crypt.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 24, 2020 20:52:40 GMT -5
Like father, like child; Funk wandered his streets without a care. At least he owned them. It made some sense. Despite the constant trouble that was leading the League, he still managed to get some downtime. Even if it meant letting someone take over things he normally wouldn't let them. But eh, more time to explore and tend his gardens was always welcome. It was bright outside, but darkness swirled in his vision, hopping in and out of various shaded alleyways. Sitting back for a moment, he soaked in the warmth around him when the wind changed. And he caught something different in the air. A little Dayclan in the air was normal, but Sunclan was entirely different. Even if Littlestar and he were on okay terms, it wasn't to where like Sunclan could just walk where they wanted. Flicking his tail to the side, he followed after it. The scene he came upon was now quite what he expected. The youngest trainee had pinned down someone no bigger than a kit and it was definitely not Innocentia. He didn't step in right away, slipping into the corner of another alley to watch the two, curiosity getting the better of him.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 24, 2020 23:50:34 GMT -5
"Oh, wow. You captured a child. GO YOU!" The tiny child mewed sarcastically, their voice sounding distinctly like a younger version of the League's Nemesis. Rather than sounding terrified, which was what the appropriate response was clearly supposed to be, Funkson looked rather amused, if anything, giggling softly after speaking, as if this were all a game. The tiny bengal, of course, had to squirm on principle, not exactly trying to get out, but enough to be rather obnoxious to try and hold on to. "Oh no, you've got me. Waaah." They mocked, slipping a paw out to dramatically lay it on the ground, tongue stuck out and eyes closed momentarily like they were dead. "Is that performance better suited to your sadism?"
With a huff Heloise frown and stepped off the kitten. So perhaps yes it was just a kitten, but she was trying to build up a persona of a ruthless killer. Her sort of father instilled it in her, she was to kill and do as she please. The killing part had yet to be checked off the list among other tasks. A kitten would have been a pitiful kill though in retrospect. “Well if you’re going to take all the fun out killing you I guess I won’t make an effort either then.” She spat out like it was an argument. Sitting down she lashed her tail as she scowled at the little bengal. He looked familiar but then again there were a ton of bengals running around in the forest. “I will however bring you to my boss. I think she’ll like you.” Now she grinned, thinking of how happy this little treat would make Innocentia. Heloise’s main goal was to impress and gain notice of the white menace.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2020 22:14:09 GMT -5
"Ooh, is it the cute white one with the big bow? She knows how to torture!" Funkson's ears perked up ever so slightly. "But maybe this time, she won't hold back. Last time was less than ideal. I didn't even almost die. And if I can't have that, what's even the point?" Unlike their father, Funkson was young enough that each experience was still new and exhilarating to them. It couldn't last forever though, so they'd probably get bored, sooner or later. Buut, for now, they chose to enjoy the newness of it all. Maybe next time they could bring another cute kitten along.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 26, 2020 0:58:18 GMT -5
Wait a second. He recognized that weirdly high version of his own voice. It was the copykit. He shouldn't be surprised, this one seemed to do what she pleased. Still, the journey from Sunclan to Primal Instinct was long. When he was that old, his concern was like wondering when he'd eat again and why the trees in the artificial forest were artificial. Still, he knew the last thing Innocentia would want to see was this kit again. Maybe she'd actually brand her this time. Or kill her. Or... well, he wasn't sure. Funk could feed her to his new tarantula friend, but he also didn't want them to get sick. So he stepped out of his hiding place, approaching the young pair. "Why not the boss of the boss, Heloise-kun?"
