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So, a vamp murderer, a masochistic cultist, and a crooked mob doctor trespass on a territory. It was like the start of a bad joke.
Well, hopefully Ratstar found it funny, because as it so happened, he had the wonderful opportunity of meeting all three at once. He didn't even have to leave his nest, because, benefits of having a Janus and a Nemesis in the group, it was really easy to convince just about anyone that you needed to talk to the clan leader, even at three in the morning. Not that they hadn't already gotten three quarters of the way there before the sleepless Motyxiatoxin had found them and, wisely, chosen just to go along with it at this point. Though she hadn't needed much prompting, or really any, and was far too happy to comply.
But regardless, the poor SummerClan leader found himself awoken by a kitten quite literally bouncing on his head. Funkson was SunClan's newest Janus, and in their not-so-humble opinion, the far, far better Funk. After all, they had the bengal pelt and celadon eyes already, but had the eyeliner their father never did, and if anyone asked, Funk E'tan was a bore who wasn't worth it. Of course, they were also not even two moons old yet, and their attitude was concerning at best to most, but when you were part of the family, who even questioned it anymore?
The snow lynx glitter bengal leaned lightly against the entrance, a dangerous sort of smile passing across her lips, one that accentuated the touch too long fangs, head tilted as the coiled snake earring she wore on her right ear caught the little bit of moonlight, only seeming to highlight the deadly sort of creature she was. "Wakey, wakey, my little sewer rat. I'd not polite to keep a lady waiting." Her words were deceptively whimsical and light, though her midnight blue eyes with their frosted cores and silver cracks seemed to light up with a glee that sent hearts pounding, though for what reason, one couldn't be sure.
Ratstar wasn't exactly a cat used to sleeping well, or much at all. Living in the twolegplace where you could be ambushed by other cats, dogs, or twolegs, one didn't exactly have what they called 'sweet dreams'. Since being unceremoniously chosen as Summerclan's new leader, the ragged tom had gotten more used to the idea of sleeping soundly through the night in a comfortable nest by himself. One of the many perks that came with leading what he refused to not call a cult. Of course, whatever state of sleep the new leader happened to find himself in tonight was rudely snatched away from him as tiny bean paws beat down on his head. Without hesitation he lazily swiped above him with his front paw, knocking the little Funkson off balance and onto the dirt floor. It was only then, when a she-cat's voice spoke up from the entranceway, that Ratstar opened the single eye he owned.
Lifting his head from his nest with as little effort as he could muster, Ratstar observed the snowy female watching him like one might look down at their prey, before finally taking notice of the cute widdle fluffball that he had knocked off of his head. "As long as the kid ain't mine," he muttered under his breath, hoisting himself to his feet with an obnoxious yawn. "Welcome to Summerclan and whatnot, how can I help ya today? We provide excellent service for a low price...that price being don't kill us. If ya wanna become a member, talk with ma Deputy Lemonspeckle about our seven-day free trial."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 21:10:55 GMT -5
Funk had joined his sister and daughter on this little expedition. He was always down to go mess with Summerclan in some way, shape or form. It seemed to be a constant in his life, ever since he met him. That was moons ago, and now he sat at the entrance of the Summerclan leader's den next to his elder sister. "If we were interested in that, we would have gone to them right away. Also, just a seven day trial?" The League gives a three, though mostly cause no one really lived for 3 days that wasn't gonna join.
His gaze darted over to the new voice, belonging to a tom he could've sworn wasn't there a minute ago. On the bright side, Ratstar was now certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was, in fact, not the father, thanks to the uncanny resemblance between the newcomer and the pouty kit. His eye narrowed slightly as he observed the bengal tom; something was nagging at the back of his mind, a sort of familiarity, as if he should know this tom...but for some reason he was drawing a complete blank.
"Eh, this kinda life ain't for everyone, bud," he responded with a half-hearted shrug, still trying to shake off the sleep. "I figure, seven days is long enough to decide if ya wanna join a forest commune o' not, either way, we get a set of extra claws for however long they wanna stay. In any case..." Despite being a somewhat scrawny tabby tom with more skin than muscle, he didn't show any fear or caution as he slowly approached Funk, staring him down curiously. Every few seconds, however, his sole eye would quickly glance back towards the she-cat; showing that Ratstar was more than used to the concept of being outnumbered and ambushed. Perhaps it was also intentional, then, that the leader angled himself so he'd be able to turn and dart outside into an open area in less than a second if needed. A cautious, but not overtly distrusting, approach.
"If ya ain't 'ere for joinin', then I suppose youse gots other business with me?"
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 29, 2020 22:50:31 GMT -5
"Maybe they have business, but I'm here for the pleasure." Disco purred, daring to take a few steps far to invasive of the tom's personal space, her tail whispering up his chest and across his cheek as she bore a sultry smile. "Why don't you step outside and we can have some fun, hmm?" Her tail coiled dangerously around his neck like the snake earring she wore, tugging gently in suggestion for him to obey her every order.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 9, 2020 17:11:29 GMT -5
It took everything in Funk to not sigh as Disco was, well, Disco. "You always shock me with how low you'll go, Disco." Could he talk? No. But he was going to anyway. "As for business, best person to ask about that is Funkson here." He felt a small pang of embarrassment at having to say his daughter's name. Exactly the kind of name Foxbane would come up with but still.
