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Wolftumble stuck to the shade, wishing the much too hot sun would just go away for once. He loved SummerClan, don’t get him wrong, it was just that sometimes the heat got a bit too much for his WinterClan pelt. He didn’t much feel like being around the Clan right now—he didn’t feel like doing much of anything, really. Something inside him just . . . wasn’t feeling up to it. Instead, he chose to wonder; unsure of where he was really going and too distracted to care. The trees thickened, coming to a stop at a ridge and continuing at the bottom. It wasn’t too steep, he knew, deciding to slide down. Halfway through, his paws tangled beneath him and he slipped, landing on the ground with a thump.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 22, 2020 18:18:59 GMT -5
"Oh, you're not quite the mountaineer, are you?" It was kind of a coincidence he happened to watch the other tom take such a tumble. Normally, Funk E'tan never came this close to the Mountain Clan borders. The forest was so thick, he stopped finding things interesting here ages ago. Even the farms and orchards didn't give him much. Now, the city captured his attention, full of every oddity he could look for. Today there was a catastrophic noise, the kind he expected to be followed with a dust cloud or a fire. But it was nothing. The Nemesis couldn't help but investigate, though the only thing he found was this grey and white tom.
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POSTEDMar 22, 2020 20:17:17 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
He sat up, shaking his head to clear himself of the slight dizziness that followed. He didn't even notice the tom there until he spoke. His ears burned with embarrassment. "I--well, no, not really." He stood and shook out his pelt of the remaining dirt. The tom before him had a new, strange scent. Not of any of the Mountain Clans, that was for sure. "I'm, uhm, Wolftumble," He introduced, gesturing to nothing with his paw. "Sorry you had to see that?" He offered, refusing to make eye contact.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 23, 2020 15:55:30 GMT -5
Funk smiled, one that was more teeth but shone against the moonlight. This one didn't retract in fear, didn't puff his pelt up. He must be new. The Nemesis didn't mind, new guys were the most fun to mess with. "That's fine. At this rate, you'll get it down." The sweetness on his tone was fake, but his curiosity was piqued. A horrible combination, especially to one already stuck between a hard place and Funk. Wolftumble. A cute name. "Hey, you just made the start of my night. Though that's pretty easy for cute toms like you." Funk spotted a bit of dirt that hadn't completely been shook out, reaching over and brushing it off. "I'm Funk. Though it looks like you have no idea where you are."
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POSTEDMar 23, 2020 16:32:34 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Wolftumble smiled back, much less teeth and more awkwardness than the tom's had been. He eyed him curiously for a few seconds. "Hopefully." He said, trying to add some confidence into his tone but failing miserably. He never was the confident type.
Wolftumble flushed at the tom's words, bashfully looking at the ground. He wasn't used to compliments--especially not flirtatious ones. Was that what was happening? You're not so bad yourself, he wanted to say, but it came out more of a garbled mess. "I--uh--you too!" He said instead. Stupid! "I mean--uhm--" he grasped for something to say, "Funk? As in Funk E'tan?" He tilted his head slightly. He should have known! Sure, he's never really seen a Primal Instinct cat, let alone their leader, but still. He doesn't seem that bad. Wolftumble eyed him again, opening his mouth to answer. "I do, I'm on Summ--" He glanced around. It did not smell like SummerClan, and didn't their territory end before the ridge? "No, I don't," he stated finally, "I'm not on your territory, am I?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 24, 2020 23:03:04 GMT -5
Awkward. The kind to stumble over his words. Funk loved it. Was it always this easy with guys? Or did he just not know anyone else like this? Maybe a little of both, not that he even tried to stop the light bark as he was complimented back. He couldn't help it, suddenly eyeing him similar to how a predator eyes it's prey.
But he really was that new. Didn't realize he fell face first into Primal Instinct territory. "I'm afraid so. Right on the edge of glory. Count yourself lucky I was the one that found you. I could never guarantee your safety if one of my hunters found you." Not that you're entirely safe with me, he wanted to add. But held his tongue for now. He was practically asking the Nemesis to eat him alive with that attitude. "You a homegrown weed I take it, never left Summerclan till now?"
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POSTEDMar 25, 2020 1:17:11 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
It was strange—new—to be looked at like that. For a brief moment, he felt entirely exposed and vulnerable and uncomfortable, but he pushed those thoughts away. Maybe that was just the way Funk E’tan looked at everybody? Wolftumble felt his fur stand up as the tom spoke. He could probably rip him to shreds right here, him being an intruder. “I’m—I’m sorry.” He began. Don’t show weakness. He tried getting his fur to lie flat. So he’s not going to rip me to shreds? He settled, cautiously sitting down and shifting his paws uncomfortably. “I’m, uhm, not from SummerClan. . . Guess you can say I’m a fresh weed?” He shook out his thick pelt, mentally kicking himself for his stupid, stupid words. Why even try at it? You’re just a failure. He shook away the bad thoughts.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 28, 2020 13:16:52 GMT -5
The exposure, the feeling of being completely vulnerable and at the mercy of the person in front of you. It was a horrifying feeling, one Funk was familiar with it. He wondered how Wolftumble was handling it. Was it pure terror or was there some comfort in there? Funk let the pale light back into his eyes as he spoke. A new weed? That was even stranger. If he had just been stuck in Summer his whole life, he could almost see how he would end up in this predicament. They were a little protective, maybe cause he kept walking in uninvited. Still, if he was new, that made less sense. Wolftumble must have been a little traveled, or did he just appear out the mist one day?
Funk caught the darkness cross his vision, making his brow furrow. "Now, enough of that." He smiled, flicking the tip of his tail against the other's forehead, "Now I suppose your roots can't pull you back up that cliff, so come along." He didn't wait for a response, leaving him as he headed further south.
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POSTEDMar 28, 2020 15:19:25 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Something about Funk's smile made his fur bush up slightly, made him feel watched and exposed. He took a small step back at the contact, but said nothing. Funk was probably just being playful, he just had a weird way to show it. Wolftumble was confused for a moment, looking back at the ridge for a second before hurrying after Funk. Was he going to take him back to wherever, take him and kill him? Or eat him? Stop with your idiotic thoughts, he's not going to eat you. He watched Funk's retreating form and, with a slight jog, caught up so his nose was nearly touching the tom's tail. "So, uhm, where are we going?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 30, 2020 16:28:14 GMT -5
A good result. Nothing that told Funk to stop. It'd make tonight interesting, to see how pliable the Summerclan tom was. He didn't push the conversation much, just walked along the ridge as it slowly began to get shorter. "We're going back to Summerclan. 'Less you really wanted to spend the night down here. Not that I'd mind" He answered with a purr, resisting the urge to boop him again.
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POSTEDMar 30, 2020 17:29:43 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Wolftumble didn't try to start conversation. How could he? He had no idea what to even say! You never do. Can't even do that right. He ignored those thoughts for now, knowing full-well that they would resurface later. "I--alright." Blind trust, huh? Well you certainly took the whole obedience thing to heart, didn't you. Yes, yes of course he did. It was only instilled in him his whole life. He shook his head, turning and tilting it to watch the ridge grow shorter. All he really wanted to do was get back to camp, but he supposed Funk E'tan wasn't that bad of company. Even if he was a little strange, but many would argue that Wolftumble himself was odd as well.
"So, uhm, you know you're way around here, huh?" You idiot! Of course he does, he lives here! "I mean, uhm, forget it--me. I mean, uh, what brings you so close to the border? Not that I'm trying to be very defensive. . ." He tried once more, still knowing he sounded like a blubbering fool.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 4, 2020 19:57:07 GMT -5
Funk was easy at least, not deterred by the silence that crept between them. He slowed to bump into him a little, to let their pelts brush against each other. Just to mess with him some. Just cause he was curious what he'd find. "Of course," He parroted the voice in Wolftumble's mind before continuing, "The wind's my only friend. Where she blows, I go. Led me all over the place." The memories were suddenly fond, as the idea of wandering again was so distant. He got new friends and new drama. So really, it was only slightly better than before. "Eh, just wandering. Thinking. Getting the chance to taste nostalgia again. What about you? Normally your type avoids the night cause you're worried about getting eaten."
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POSTEDApr 7, 2020 21:16:23 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Wolftumble could feel his heart speed up slightly, his stomach fluttering slightly. He made a small distance between them, though a part of him craved the touch. “Oh, I get it,” he supposed the wind had taken him to SummerClan, then. Would the wind lead him anywhere else? Or would SummerClan be his permanent home. It didn’t much feel like quite a home, not yet, not when he felt like such an outsider. He was startled as Funk spoke again. “Oh—well—I just, couldn’t sleep,” he stumbled over his words almost as much as he stumbled over his feet, he noticed. Get yourself together, his mind hissed.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 8, 2020 22:56:18 GMT -5
He was close, close enough to where Funk closed the distance and let his pelt brush against Wolftumble's. It wasn't like he was immune to the feeling too. Wolf was soft, probably too soft to where he would think he'd just crumble to dust with the faintest touch. Not that Funk let up, if Wolftumble wanted to pull away, he could.
Though he really didn't believe it was just insomnia, he nodded anyway. "Having trouble with that lately? You can always chew on some bramble twigs or I can whip something up. I make a mean sedative, you know."
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POSTEDApr 11, 2020 1:14:09 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
This time, Wolftumble did not pull away. He didn't move much closer, fearful that that would be the wrong move, but he didn't want to move away. Being this close made a small, warm feeling erupt in his chest, and as much as he tried to push it down, it kept coming back up. He eyed the tom curiously as he spoke. "A sedative?" He asked, slightly interested. "What exactly does that mean?" He put the bramble part in his mind, set on trying it out sometime later. Though twigs did sound slightly unappetizing.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 11, 2020 20:15:40 GMT -5
Good. He was growing a spine, or he was just that touch starved. Funk E'tan didn't really care which. But he tended to take any opportunity presented to him to gush about his passion, medicine. Even those that were closest to him weren't immune. It was a good thing they were either as curious or just liked listening to him talk. "It's something that calms you down or puts you to sleep. It's a depressant for your nervous system and they help lower like agitation or excitement. Whatever's keeping you up at night." He had been delving in sedatives a lot lately thanks to Levee, so maybe it was about time he put his new brand on the market. Maybe with its first customer too.
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POSTEDApr 11, 2020 21:17:15 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
He was a tad more curious than he'd like to admit, to be completely honest. There was just something about being numb that sounded extremely appealing. Does it cure dumb? His mind sneered. "So--so, if I take it can I. . . not be so," stupid, ". . .nervous?" Perhaps considering taking strange mixtures from a stranger wasn't the best idea, perhaps the guy was just out to poison him and he was falling right into his trap. It was just common sense, don't take anything from strangers, but he did seem to lack a lot of that.
"You know what--nevermind," he said. His voice had a small, almost unnoticeable tremble. Had that always been there? Yes, most likely it had.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 27, 2020 19:42:54 GMT -5
He was just like the rest. They flocked to the idea of going numb, to lose themselves in the dampening and forget everything else but the moment they were in. It wasn't like Funk could judge them, though now he was abused enough to where he was numb to just about anything. All by his own paw too. This was his life, the bread and butter to selling. Getting to relive those moments through others, it was his addiction. The mere thought blocked out Wolftumble's tremor from him as the bengal Nemesis pressed against him even more. It would have been hard to tell if he was trying to stabilize the Summerclan warrior or knock him over. "Hey now, don't be like that. Once we get up to Summerclan territory, I'll whip some up with your very own herbs. My treat." His tone was pushy, one that didn't give time to be declined.
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POSTEDMay 3, 2020 17:57:19 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
As Funk pressed closer, Wolftumble found it difficult to pull away. A part of him yelled at him to run, run far away and not look back, to stumble straight to camp and never leave again. But he didn't. Why, his gut was far from his brain, why would he listen to it? Besides, the prospect of numbness was pulling him closer with every word the tom spoke. It sounded honey-sweet, sugary and nice and just what he needed. Just what he wanted. What was the harm in taking it? He would be doing just as his parents wanted anyway, numbing his emotions, pushing them deep down to never resurface. Maybe he'd listen better.
"Alright. . ." his voice was uncertain, but his mind was all made up.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 7, 2020 14:39:41 GMT -5
The first time was the hardest. When they exercised the most caution, when they remembered what mommy and daddy told them about it. The danger, the side effects. That first drink was the most bitter, it was why his words were so sugary sweet. To offset it, to be something to lean on in those few sour moments. Deception was an art, and so was euphoria. It's what kept his pelt clean and pretty, his teeth and smiles bright, his words practiced yet genuine. So, when Wolftumble agreed, they only accentuated. It was a cold night except for the small space between them. "Good choice." Funk purred, giving him the tiniest amount of space back.
