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strawberrycupid - feel free to invite or bring in any other characters. if Funk doesn't want to babysit he can dump them all on someone else or he can straight up just leave them to their own devices @ian - I know you are on a sort of hiatus so don't feel any pressure in replying. We will just say that Patter is asleep the whole time. But if you do want to join in, you are welcome! <3 --- Blue laid a soft little gray bundle into what she presumed was Funk's nest. Patter. Her smallest kit was not doing well but at least her eyes were open and her belly was full. She was extra gentle as she tucked her frailest kit into a warm corner and put a blanket over her side. Her other two kits, Pitter and Creek, were already in the nest but not nearly so tired as their youngest sibling despite the fact that they had walked all the way to the church with her.
"You three stay out of trouble," Blue said, licking the top of each kit's head with a rough tongue, "Sleep and don't leave this room. Your dad will be here before too long and will look after you tonight." The Mage didn't talk to them like they were kits. She was a bit too formal and sharp for that, almost like she was giving orders to a Hunter, not children. The small black she-cat took a step away and was moments from exiting the den when she heard the pitter patter of pawsteps at her heels.
"Take me with you! I'll be good." Creek said, looking up at his mom with stormy blue eyes. He was her shadow these days. She couldn't even make dirt without him trying to follow her. She pushed him back toward the nest with her paw.
"Don't follow me and stay here. I will be back in the morning." She said coldly as she exited the den, making sure the door was firmly closed behind her. She wasn't very eager to attend this half-moon gathering but at least she would have a bit of a break. Blue wasn't sure if she'd told Funk he was babysitting or not but his den was fairly secure so she was confident that, even if he didn't show up, the kits would probably be fine.
~BACK INSIDE THE DEN~
Creek's ears were pinned to his head as he padded back to the nest and curled up close with Pitter. He only ever tried his hardest to be the best son but Blue never seemed to reward him for it. Still, at least this was a fascinating place to be, and the prospect of playing with Funk all evening was very exciting, "I wonder when Dad is going to get here?" He said to his sisters.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 17, 2020 19:57:19 GMT -5
"He'll be here soon." Was all the quiet Pitter-chan said. Blue eyes watched the door as she cuddled closer to Creek and Patter, though it flickered between the door and Patter. The muted she-cat was ever serious, to where she was exhausting to be around. But she kept a good eye on her brother and twin.
The setting sun shone orange and pink light down into the dilapidated church. What was once the base had quickly become the Funk's den and a meeting area. As the League got more and more used to their city surroundings, some began to stretch themselves out into it. Others reached back towards the mansion and forest of old. The Nemesis didn't really care one way or the other, it kept things quiet. Today, he brought a little song in, humming as he slipped past the fallen stones and broken glass. Funk's den didn't really have a door, just an old bead curtain that he now pushed out of the way with ease. Holding a small cage with a handle, he set it down by the door, showing the baby blue ascot he wore to cover his throat.
"Gomorrah. I got you a pre-" Funk stopped, face scrunching up as 12 eyes watched him expectantly. "-sent. What are you kids doing here? ...wait, Blue dropped you off huh? It is about time for the medicine cat meeting. Gee, I would think she'd at least leave you kids with Tiikeri or even Miracle. It'd be better for you to be out with the other kits then constantly being by yourselves." They were a little too young at this point for him to get fully invested into, but as he saw the sleeping figure of Patter, he figured they would say no. But he also knew he did not need Gomorrah looking at them and salivating like that. As all tarantulas do. "Do you want me to find Pourtheteasis-chan or Litfam-chan to play with you guys?"
"Why don't you play with us instead?" Creek-chan, being the especially eager kit that he was, was already clambering out of the nest the moment he heard his father's humming from the hallway. The gray-brown bengal was a little skinny but had big paws and long legs for a kit. Presently that make him a little gangly, but in time he would grow into his frame, guaranteed be at the very least a bigger cat than his mother. His stormy blue eyes shined like crystals as he looked up at Funk in anticipation but his attention didn't hold for very long before he noticed Gomorrah.
"Woah, what's that?" Whisker's twitching, the kit put his face fearlessly right up next to the tarantula's cage, "There are so many legs and eyes! You'd think that would make it slower, right? More limbs to move, more things to distract it. Do you think they are there for backup in case it loses one? But if that's the case, isn't eight and twelve overkill?" Creek-chan lifted up a paw as if he was going to stick his paw into the cage but he thought better of it and sat it back down, instead looking back up at Funk expectantly, "Can we play with it? Please?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 22, 2020 19:54:48 GMT -5
"I can. But spending time with kids of your own age is important too." Funk explained as Pitter-chan gently got up. Tucking the blanket close to Patter, she hopped out of the bed and away from her twin and approached Gomorrah's cage with Creek. Her eyes didn't show as much excitement, especially as the Nemesis approached the pair and gently pulled them away from standing right next to the cage. The last thing he needed was one of them getting eaten after Gomorrah hasn't eaten in a while. Even now, her eyes seemed to glow with a hunger. She knew Funk brought food. "No. No. No. Gomorrah is a tarantula and while not venomous, she can and will kill you. And I really don't want to explain to your mother what happened if two kits died here without her being here.
A joke in bad taste, but Patter-chan wasn't doing well. Even with her mother here, she wouldn't be. Still, it made him happy his kits were so curious. And he was definitely easier to please in that regard than Blue. "How about you help me feed her instead?"
Creek squirmed as his father moved him away from the cage but stayed where he was put. He had a little bit of a dubious expression on his face for being taken away from the curiosity that was Gomorrah, but it lightened exponentially when Funk mentioned feeding the tarantula. Now the gray brown bengal was squirming with excitement rather than dread; his tail lashed against Pitter's side sort of like how a dog's would when excited, "What does she eat? And how do you know it's a 'she' anyways?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 30, 2020 16:22:52 GMT -5
(that's okay)
Pitter-chan let herself be pulled away from the cage, bumping into Creek with a smile. A rarity that revealed she was a bit excited at getting to feed the tarantula. Funk was a little surprised at how easily the two turned around with the simple mention of feeding Gomorrah. Maybe he finally got a good roll of kits. Keeping a close eye on the pair, he grabbed the container and walked back over to the cage. "All sorts of things. Crickets, roaches, mealworms. Very rarely, I'll bring her one of the baby rats or mice, though mostly if they're rejected by the mother for whatever reason and won't live long anyway."
Funk's claws skittered against the plastic container, pulling the top off as Pitter got closer again. Though she couldn't help making a face when she looked in the container. The Nemesis chuckled some, "Yeah. Sorry. It's roach day. As for how I know she's a girl, when I went to pick her up from Goby, she was followed by a huge hoard of spiderlings. Figured that was a good indication. It took us forever to get them all together again, and I'm sure a few escaped."
Creek was nonplussed to see a roach in the container, bugs never really phased him, hence why he was so dangerously curious of the tarantula. He leaned in closely with his eyes and ears alert and he once more lifted his paw, reaching for, well it was unclear, either the terrarium or the roach container, both were in the same general direction, "What did you do with all of her babies then?" Jeez, this kit never really stopped asking questions, "I haven't seen any spiders around even a quarter as big as she is!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 16:44:27 GMT -5
"Gee, you two really are cut from the same cloth." Pitter-chan's eyes flickered between her brother and her father. Their eyes were too bright as they discussed this, like this was a huge spider. The only reason she even approached it was because it was clearly caged. The roaches scurried around the container and she couldn't help pinning her ears back at the sight.
Funk was one of the few parents who didn't mind the constant questions, thriving in his son's curiosity. Now he was almost glad Blue left them with him, most of the mothers never let him close to his kids. Guess it'd made sense, but he hadn't experimented on one in at least three moons. That's a record. "They're back under Voracity's care. I presume, at least." He shrugged, not entirely sure what to make of his new Pathologist yet. "And who knows. They could have went anywhere. Before you know it, I bet you'll be coming home with one twice as big as her." He encouraged, a genuine hope. Long as he got to experiment on it somewhat. Gomorrah never cared for any of his shenanigans but another might be different. "Now, you can try and grab them with your paws but it takes a lot of coordination so I normally pick them up with my mouth. Wanna try?"
"I sure hope I find one! 'Cuz I'm pretty sure you won't let me take off one of her legs, right? I don't think she needs so many. I wonder if she will still be able to get around with only seven," Creek-chan chirped and eagerly stepped back for Funk to open up the container. He peered over the edge with big stormy gray eyes and held his breath as he watched the roaches scurry over each other, "You know, I heard roaches are like, really hard to kill. Harder to kill than a cat, even. I mean if you think about it it's easy enough to squish them but I've seen them crawl through all kinds of poison without blinking! I guess you could argue that they don't really blink anyway but you get my point, right?" Without any hesitation, Creek reached in and placed his paws on both sides of a particularly large roach. It squirmed in his grasp and he wasted no time digging his needle-sharp claws into its thorax. He felt ooey-gooey insides of the creature began to coat his claws but it only brought a grin to his face, "Their blood is so cold! Do you think that's why you don't seen them much when there's snow on the ground? It's funny, you'd think rat poison would be more deadly for them,."
He lifted the bug in the air now and cast a mischievous look at his sister, "Come over here Pitter-chan! This is super cool," He waved the bug toward her but was not coordinated enough to carry it her way. Clearly that is what Creek wanted to do, though, and he thought for a second about letting the roach go to see how she would react. He had a pretty good idea that that would get him in trouble so be abstained for now and settled with just watching for her reaction at the prospect.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 14, 2020 21:38:18 GMT -5
"No. I won't." For as much of a scientist he was, Funk was protective over what he considered his. While even his most cherished ones could end up on the other end of a scalpel, he found little interest in harming Gomorrah. The other tarantulas all acted the same way, they were all hard-wired the same. It's what made them uninteresting after a certain point, cats at least held a little more variety. It must have been why he attracted the eclectic kind, the kind he had to hold himself back from ripping them apart and sewing them back together.
His kid sure liked to talk. Funk glanced down at the container as Creek-chan pulled one out. He could only watch as curiously sharp kitten claws dug into the rigid exoskeleton of the roach. The crack echoed in his chambers as he casually picked up another and threw it in the container for Gomorrah. Pitter-chan stuck her tongue out, unable to take a few steps back as her brother held the roach out to her. "Eww, no way." He noticed the way she shuddered, holding herself back like she was ready to swipe at it the instant Creek let it go. "Here, climb up and put it in her cage." The Nemesis offered, moving the top off slightly again.
retcon tracker: Pitter is now Pitter Patter & Patter is now Mizzle --- Creek snickered at Pitter Patter's reaction but quickly diverted his attention to Funk when his father called. The cage was a climb for a kit his size which meant he would definitely need to use at least three paws to get over there. He looked down at the squirming roach between his light gray paws and weighed his options for a moment, then shrugged and put the bug in his mouth. Creek scampered over to the cage and stood up on his hind paws, then released the roach into the opening, watching with wide blue eyes as the tarantula poked her head out and gobbled up the bug.
"Wow! She ate it in one bite," He stepped back and licked the white blood from his lips, "I don't blame her, It actually doesn't taste too bad. Kind of reminds me of robin. You ever tried one, dad? Maybe we could given some to those poor cats in the Regime, I heard they are starving!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 24, 2020 13:36:27 GMT -5
Pitter Patter rolled her eyes, but didn't move closer until Creek began to walk with the roach towards the tank. She approached to help Creek up, especially since Funk didn't move to help him. But Creek figured it out, so she was left to watch the tarantula strike. She went back into hiding so quickly, there wasn't going to be another sound of the roach getting devoured. The only thing worse was her brother licking the liquid from his mouth. It was a time she almost wished she was Mizzle, who thankfully had no clue what was going on.
The Nemesis also looked at the blood that now stained the ground. Precious nutrients, now gone to waste. He couldn't be surprised, it was an inevitability when he offered his kits the chance to feed her. The last roach hadn't moved in a while, and Funk only considered it briefly before looking back at Creek. The mention of the Regime made his throat burn, a reaction he was far too used to. "While not a bad idea, I worry they'll end up confusing the roaches for their own brothers." Funk closed his eyes and smiled like he was joking, but there was no humor in his tone. "No good deed goes unpunished, though. Remember who you're supposed to look out for." It was an idea, just a seed. Funk still had every intention of choking it out. It was why he went stiff and his tone got harsher.
"Oh, I know, father." Creek-chan replied, noting the change in Funk's tone but not really adjusting his own. Karma was uninteresting to him seeing as there was no real way to quantity it so he didn't skip a beat in returning to their previous conversation, "I must say, Renegade Regime cats have got to be really stupid to make a mistake like that, roaches look nothing like cats. Guess that's what happens when you crawl around in the dark all the time. Do you think that it makes them harder to kill, too? I'd like to put that to the test someday, but I imagine I'd have a hard time finding a control sample... Unless I could maybe get a volunteer?" He turned his cadet gray eyes on Pitter Patter-chan with mischief. There was still roach blood on his chin as he dropped into a crouch and approached the she-cat, "What do you say, sis?"
Post by strawberrycupid on May 6, 2020 14:48:27 GMT -5
Funk loosened up the second he heard Creek-chan's answer, twisting some to pop his back before straightening up again. Like all tension was gone, he muttered out a "good, good." as Creek went on with his thoughts again. He didn't need to say it was less karma and more loyalty. That the bond between PI and their supposed allies was as strained and frayed as the strings that held all their lives in the balance. It was in name only, but the last thing he needed was kits defecting to the Regime. He already had too many in Sunclan.
"No." PitPat-chan responded flatly, light blue gaze transfixed on the stain on Creek's chin. Pulling herself to her feet, she crouched down more on instinct than anything else.
"Take a note here. Don't experiment on your sister, least not while you two still live together. Hard lesson learned when Mom and Dad caught me taking a skin sample from my little sister." Funk barked a laugh to himself at the memory.
Creek-chan stayed in his crouch for just long enough to make Pitter Patter-chan sweat then gave up and stretched to his paws. He wiped the blood off his chin then truned back to face his father, head cocked, he made careful note of the lesson but had questions, "Why were you taking a skin sample? Did you think she had mange or something?" Man, this kit really was rapid-fire, he'd already pretty much forgotten about the tarantula and was ready to learn about something else now.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 9, 2020 19:45:53 GMT -5
PitPat watched him steadily, not letting a movement go unnoticed before he finally gave up. A small sigh exited her lips as she stood back up. And just like that, Creek was back to giving his full attention to their father. Not that she was surprised anymore. Especially as Funk purred with his answer, "Well, just to see if I could. That's all there is to it. Though it ended in some scar I'm sure she still has." His voice was too full of pride, too calm. Even as her dad, it was unnerving.
