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Arei-tyke, the newest kitten of Commander Gossamer Alessandra and Sentinel Kaisra. Of course, she wasn't related to either seeing as she was adopted, but who was she to care? They were her mothers, and that was all that mattered.
She was a cute little kitten, a little white ball in the dark tunnels, with dirty brown patches that made her look more like she played in the mud than real colors on her fur. With parents like hers, of course she was a little menace. The tyke simply couldn't help it. It was a good thing she was absolutely adorable though, and the child of two of the higher ranked cats, granddaughter to the Mercenary Superior, and one of the other Sentinels. Perks of being pseudo-royalty in a family of a bunch of chaotic cats.
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POSTEDFeb 11, 2020 11:19:36 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Zephyrea-tyke was more subdued than her sister. Of course, this didn't meant that she was subdued; Zephyrea had a mouth on her like no other and she was fully not intending to let anyone boss her around. However, she probably wasn't a chaotic entity, at least not really. This didn't mean she was lawful, though. If you had Gossamer Alessandra and Kaisra as parents and you ended up lawful, there was probably a problem, one that someone needed to talk about. Instead, she just ended up completely... neutral. Not good or bad, not lawful or chaotic. A true neutral running with a band of chaotic cats.
"What are we up to today, baby girl?" she meowed to her sister as she padded up. Her whiskers flicked as she added the baby girl; it was growing apparent that she had been fully corrupted by Goss, who liked to call everyone baby or best friend, or any other of a wide variety of pet names. Speaking of her mother, Gossamer and Kaisra hadn't done their daily visit yet, and she was bored. Arei-tyke would have to solve that for her.
Xuxa walked in between the two kits and placed a three moon old kit down in front of them, he didn't smell like Renegade Regime, in fact he smelled like herbs.
"This is Lost-tyke, he's a clan cat and will be staying with us until he can be returned home tomorrow. The little guy got taken by a hawk, which is why it's a good thing we keep you guys down here, play as nice as you can, he's injured." Xuxa said before padding away.
Lostkit rubbed at his nose, he looked like a kit birthed from snow. Glittery white fur shined like diamonds in the dark, his pelt was thick like a chinchillas fur and resembled that of a snow leopard with far more animalistic eyes than that of a domestic cats. There were cobwebs wrapped all around his shoulder blades and half way up his neck. On the bright side he was probably one of the few cats to ever fly and be able to tell the tale. Most kits would feel out of place, but he immediately walked around, casual. He had been through this dozens of times before, tunnels were new though, "So you two just live in the dark?" Lostkit asked, his midnight blue gaze grazing them with a kind of sharpness that could match wolves teeth.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 15, 2020 23:59:40 GMT -5
Arei was about to respond to her littermate when Lost showed up, and her attention was caught to the newcomer. "Depends on who's asking." She purred, flashing a smile like a queen looking at a new peasant who didn't quite know his place beneath her paws. Play nice wasn't really a phrase in her vocabulary. Well, nice wasn't, at least. Oh well, he would probably survive till the new day.
“Lostkit, the guy from DayClan that lady literally just introduced,” Lostkit said, his voice dry bone and humorless. She was trying to be cool, whatever, but she could at least ask better questions than that. At the same time it was her place so he figured he should be nicer, “I like to play moss ball a lot,” He said, offering a fun fact in the hopes that maybe that would somehow smooth things over.
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POSTEDFeb 21, 2020 19:46:09 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Zephyrea narrowed her eyes at the new arrival. Why were they stuck with him? He smelled weird. Like, worse than Mysterium smelled when he came to visit the litter, and Zephyrea thought she was going to die every time he popped in. If she had any manners, she'd ignore that fact and move on. But, she didn't, and he commented on the darkness, so she felt it was only right she had a come back. "We live in the dark, you live in a pile of rotten herbs, we all live our best lives here," she meowed with a flick of her tail. "n' what the heck is a 'kit'? Your name is Lost-tyke, why don't you know your own name? 'rya daft or somethin'? Hawk musta' dropped ya on your head."
The she-cat rose to her paws, glancing back at her sister, and then to this strange boy. "Moss ball's for babies," she declared, "don't you like any games that aren't for babies? Is that all they do in... DawnCLan or wherever you're from? How did you even get here anyways? What kinda idiot gets picked up by a bird and lets the bird win the fight?" If you could get past the fact that she felt the need to make herself sound big and bad, you could tell that Zephyrea-tyke was genuinely interested in this strange tom, even if he did smell like feet.
He understood the part where she said he smelled bad, but then... Then what the heck happened? She started speaking in an entirely different language, 'rya daft or somethin'? he understood none of that. It just sounded like gibberish. He opened his mouth slowly to say something, but she just kept going. Finally towards the end she started talking normal again, but he was almost in shock that someone was born with this annoying of a... Speech impediment? Okay it wasn't annoying, it sounded cute, but like, it was annoying that he could catch some words and others forget it. When it was all said and done he was speechless, she thought there was a clan called DawnClan, she wasn't impressed that he lived past a hawk attack, she hated moss ball. What was this the twilight zone?
"Yeah. Right back at you, pal," Lostkit said slowly, but didn't have the aggressive passion he typically had and then leaned over to Arei-tyke, "The hell did she say to me?"
He glanced around the den, maybe he could like... Find a mossball and convince them that mossball was one of the best games invented and that could turn things around. Also what was a tyke? Should he even ask at this point.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 28, 2020 23:41:18 GMT -5
Arei-tyke couldn't help but snicker in response. Naturally, she understood what her sister said perfectly, and found it rather funny that Lost-tyke couldn't. "You're an idiot and mossball is pathetic. That simple enough for your mind? I'm thinking my sister's right. Ya did get dropped on your head." She watched the tom with some sort of amusement, the sort that seemed far too like he was some interesting pet on the best of days.
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POSTEDFeb 29, 2020 16:37:53 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
She felt validated by her sister's assertion, and found her tail brushing her in gratitude for the support. " 'r maybe he's just a boy and maybe all boys are dumb," she tilted her head slightly at the assertion, narrowing her eyes at the stranger. "Nah, pro'ly just the hawk drop." She offered a chuckle, before glancing to the side. There was what could be used as a moss ball just a little ways from her, but that didn't mean she was going to pass it on to the tom. If he wanted to prove his dumb kitten game was more than a dumb kitten game, he'd have to do it himself.
Cylasis-tyke heard the voices of his sisters and what sounded like a stranger as he lay in the shadows, ears perked to see where the conversation was going ot wasn't until the other tom blurted out in confusion at Zephyreas words that he made himself known, laughter filling the air as he got to his paws and joined them. "Not too smart, that one." He commented, taking a seat beside the two she-cats, his stormy blue eyes resting on Lostkit.
"You. YOU, why do you talk with ya, is that like. Is that like a thing down here? If I had said heya would my life be different right now. Heya pals, how 'bout some of dat mossball ay? And that would have just magically transformed situation. StarClan, what even is my life right now?"
He looked back at the she-kit who swallowed a wasp nest at birth and still couldn't understand her last sentence. Something about a hawk. "Yeah, hawks. I know, it must be a new concept for you living in dirt and all."
"Not too smart, that one."
Lostkit watched as a third cat walked in, "Oh my fluffing lord, y'know what? I'm just gonna peace out while I can. I'll just wave my little paw in the sky and wherever that hawk takes me will be better than this." Lostkit's snow leopard body walked past Cylasis-tyke and the others, not that he knew anyone's name since they never told him theirs.
Cylasis watched as he moved to leave, a smirk clear as daybon his face. "Now, now, dont go off all frustrated like. Where do you come from again? I missed that part of yalls talk." With as much ease as he could, the large tyke stood and stepped in front of Lostkit, blocking his path out of the kilo.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 29, 2020 21:21:32 GMT -5
"Something about DayClan. I think that's the clan that great aunt Glowstar leads." Arei-tyke had been listening, after all, and of course, she couldn't simply not take the opportunity to point out that they were related to cats even as far as there. At least, she was pretty sure that's what their mother Kaisra had told them. "Maybe we should show him some 'dirt' group hospitality. I'm sure he'd just love getting stuffed in one of the water routing passages and be buried alive."
Cylasis looked at his sister with brighter eyes, not moving from the kits path. "What a mighty idea! What say you, sounds fun right?" He flicked his tail on lostkits forehead as he chuckled.
Lostkit bumped into Cylasis-tyke and looked up at him, "What?" He clenched his jaw watching the tom smirk. Lostkit was three moons old and while he had a lot of bark he wasn't old enough to have any bite. "You're descendants of Glowstar?" He asked, hardly believing that, but they had to be. He didn't even know a single leader outside of Forest Clans and yet they knew who Glowstar was. They likely wouldn't know her unless they were told about her by an adult for a reason. So basically in age and even social standing they outranked, great.
His eyes widened at Arei-tyke's comment, his ears flattened, they couldn't do that to him, could they? He didn't know anything about Renegade Regime to figure out in his head if that was a thing they would do. But he did know that the Pride alliances were dangerous, that if he was in SunClan or Primal Instinct they would, maybe most groups were hostile and DayClan was one of the few peaceful. "Are you out of that mouse brain of yours? Has seriously anyone ever said that being buried alive and drowned sounds fun? No, that would not be fun." He wanted to threaten the other kits, but could he really? This wasn't his clan, if he attacked them back they could tell an adult that he initiated the attack and they would believe them. That and he did have an injury, even if he had to fight he had been injured along his back and shoulders, lifting his arms to attack would only damage him.
Lostkit slowly moved away from Cylasis-tyke to try and move to the other side of Post Kilo. Although now he could tell what he initially couldn't detect before, that they were eyeing him as their new play thing that they could tear apart if it pleased them and screw that.
"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be fun for you! But we, however, would fine it absolutely hysterical. And isn't that what matters?" Arei asked, her voice dangerously innocent with that question she posed. Of course she wouldn't accept any answer except reaffirming her own view on the matter. She did like his reaction though, to her mention of Glowstar. It only confirmed she'd probably gotten her facts straight. Good, good. Anything that seemed to push him further down the ladder and make him that much less able to fight back, even if it was only in his mind that things changed, she would take.
(I'm cool with Lostkit getting hurt or traumatized)
Lostkit sat down on the other end, "When I scream they would come running though," He pointed out, trying to regain his composure as he licked at his paw, "Jeez, is this your first time trying to torment someone, even I know there's no way you can go through with any of that. Maybe instead of having my carcass I'd be better use as your manager, I'd have your back and let you get away with murder," He said nonchalantly, hardly hearing the words exit his mouth. He was intimidated, but he wasn't full blown scared.
