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Cheddar-tyke was beginning to think she'd died and gone to hell.
Sure, signing up for the Regime had sounded good in theory. A roof over her head, food in her belly, and most importantly, other cats her own age to talk to so she didn't shrivel up in boredom completely. Yet it seemed that there had been some kind of a misunderstanding, some kind of fine print she hadn't read at the bottom of their metaphorical contract.
"Whaddya mean I'm 'not allowed' outside?" she grumbled to herself, huffing and planting her body in an incredibly inconvenient spot in the tunnel. "It's totalitarian. Unconstitutional. Such a load of..." She tried to think of an expletive that the raisers wouldn't scold her for using, but came up blank. "...Crap."
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POSTEDFeb 11, 2020 11:24:49 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Arthur had been alerted to the commotion in the Post. A tyke was throwing some sort of fit, and with Roon gone, he was acting as a temporary Raiser Superior. Of course, this wasn't his choice. He was ready to retire already, but Gossamer Alessandra had told him that since he was one of the ones with the most experience, he would be best for the moment. And, he supposed, it made it so he didn't have to listen to anyone. He could set his own schedule, which meant he could spend more time with adult cats, at least until the had a situation on his paws.
He found himself dreading padding up to Cheddar, but mostly because he had been perfectly content with sunbathing above ground when the cadets came and retreived him. "Ain't all that it's cracked up to be out there, kid," he grumbled as he finally approached her with a sigh. "Cold as all hell, tunnels go on for miles. Better you stay in here."
"Oh, so you're one of those fascists too?" Cheddar-tyke spat. She didn't really know what the word fascist meant - only that it was bad in some way - but it sounded vaguely appropriate leaving her lips. Also, it kind of sounded like she was calling him fat too, so it was like two insults in one package. "Save it, gramps. Of course you think it's cold, you're older than these tunnels and your bones are nothing more than a pile of dust held together by tree sap and the fear of death."
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POSTEDFeb 21, 2020 20:12:53 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Arthur let out the loudest sigh that any tom had ever let out. Not one of those baby sighs that showed just mere discontent. No, this was a sigh so big it practically shook the post. At one time, he had really enjoyed working with kits. Now, he just wanted to go and sleep and never have to deal with them again.
This desire to not deal with kittens was made even worse when the newest addition arrived. Zephyrea-tyke was honestly impressed with her. "Bad ass," the daughter of the Commander purred at Cheddar. "Wish you weren't one of the only ones not afraid to stick it to the man in this damn post." She finished as she kicked the dust defiantly.
Arthur's annoyance skyrocketed. Not only was Cheddar having an issue, but now one of Gossamer's kits was involved. Could the day get any worse? Probably, if Arei or the chunky one showed up. "Zephyrea-tyke, you aren't helping," he snapped at her.
"Didn't think I was trying to," she replied sweetly, although she went ignored.
"Cheddar-tyke, why exactly do you want to go outside of the tunnel? You are still small enough taht you could be picked up by a hawk and eaten for breakfast. If we are starving, so are the predators."
