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A small kit was trapped in the snare of a hunter trap, her entire back leg was stuck in the rope mewling for help. She was a far way from home and mewed out a few times. Who would go out looking for and actually find her her when she was this far away? The tiny black kit let out another cry, "Help! HELP!" She called, pulling herself forward in a crawl in an attempt to get the rope off, but it was no good. Any full grown cat could easily get the rope off of themselves, but she was very young.
Creek-chan was still technically a kit, but he was growing quickly. Large paws and long legs hinted that someday he would be a tom similar in size to his father, Funk E-tan, but at the moment he was somewhere between boy and man, only days away from becoming a Trainee. Hearing this she-kit's cries for help sent shivers down his spine, and he approached her with a spring in his step. A cruel smile spread across his face as he realized she was trapped but unharmed.
"A curious knot. I don't suppose you remember what it looked like before you stepped into it, do you?" Creek-chan chuckled at his own joke; it wasn't even remotely funny but he'd amused himself, "Of course you don't, if you had seen it before it was set off you would have avoided it! But if you did see it, that makes you infinitely more interesting. So tell me your story. I already know you aren't from the League, any brat raised here would know better than to cry for help all alone like this." He drew his paw down the rope, "Poor thing..." His paw now rested on the she-kit's foot and he suddenly dug a single razor-sharp claw into her flesh.
"I'm from NightClan, my mom fled and took me close to here. She told me to wait for her, but when she didn't come back I went out to look and got stuck in this thing," The kit said miserably.
Zero reaction. Even a masochist tended to wince or rejoice at the sensation of pain, but the kit had no reaction. She looked way too young to be able to have a worked up an endurance, but maybe the rope was cutting off circulation to her ankle causing it to lose feeling completely. She was in no means a pretty kitten or even a cute one. Her black fur was straw like and he could see patches of her skin exposed clear as day with no fur covering them. She didn't look matured, like nature gave up on her at some point during the development process.
"Can you help me out of this?" She asked. After all she was looking forward the whole time, she hadn't even noticed the other kit had stabbed her.
Creek-chan's smile grew. It made sense, given how tight her foot was secured as well as its slight elevation, that she wouldn't feel much pain. But none? Surely she would have at least felt some pressure. Even when he slept on his paw wrong, if he stepped on something sharp, he would know. He removed his claw then gracefully jumped over the snare to the hind paw that was free, "You shouldn't rely on your mother too much. Odds are that she just left you here. Kits are a burden, after all, especially for a cat used to the support of a Clan. The real question is, what did she want to happen to you? The easy answer is that she thought you'd be better off joining Primal Instinct. Perhaps just as likely, though, she thought you better off dead. You're clearly ill." He dug his claw into her free leg and struck a vein. The wound was no more severe than the first but blood flowed freely out of it and dyed the brown fur of his paw red, "Anyway... I'll give you a couple options. I can leave you here to be someone else's problem... or I could untie you and bring you back to the League as a prisoner. It's up to you." But it wasn't, really, Creek already had his mind made up. He just wanted to see what she would choose, how she would react. While his greatest passion was the ways of the body he was also deeply fascinated with the ways of the mind.
Once again, no reaction, she only turned to look at him this time when she saw he kept moving behind her, "What are you doing?" She asked before shutting her muzzle shut to listen. She didn't look pitiful or at least didn't seem to recognize how helpless her situation was. She was much closer to being a newborn than Creek-chan was. The neutral look in her expression certainly proved that she had no idea she was in danger. She looked away briefly, thinking it over before turning back to look at Creek-chan, "You choose!" She decided with a small smile.
Now that was concerning. Creek-chan hadn't excepted her free leg to be devoid of feeling, too. He'd seen cats get like this in the Punishment district but they did not live very long. He quietly untied the trap.
"Since you're just a baby, I'll give you a pass this time, though. I'll bring you with me if you can give me a kiss on the cheek." Creek-chan put his head low to the ground now, right at her eye level, it was a very small distance but would have been just out of reach if she were still tied up.
She tilted her head up to see him fully, she seemed to hang on every word, clung it to her heart. She wasn't just concentrating to listen, but understand what he was saying. For the first time since meeting with him she actually seemed to pay attention. There was an awareness now from the way she looked around at her surroundings when he was done and kneaded the ground with her front paws. She thought he would have gripped onto the stake and dragged her over every hard rock or scratch her till she finished crying. She still did when he settled down by her, but instead he freed her. Her eyes lit up in clear surprise, so Primal Instinct cats weren't mean, after all.
A streak of color flashed across her cheeks at his proposal. She had always heard of having a boyfriend before and he was pretty cute. So mature too and different than anyone she ever heard of from the league. She gave a cutesy shy smile "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. But even though she asked she was already leaning in.
"Hey there!"
Two paws moved each kit away from the other, "I'm Sean Eerie and this is a little segment I like to call, What Would You Do? She's an actor."
Sean the sentinel had emerged out from the bushes. He was a tall tom with a devilish green gaze that could leave anyone stuttering from appealing looks alone. Handsome was an understatement, he had model good looks from his thin exterior to the professionally glossy brown fur. He had Regime all over him, but it didn't smell stale, but instead like earth after rain.
"No, nope, I'd really like to finish that kiss. That part definitely wasn't acting" The kit insisted earnestly trying to move around the toms paw.
"This is Loelia," Sean introduced smoothly, "So you were considering taking her back to camp as prisoner, what changed your mind?"
Creek-chan's fur was ever so slightly ruffled and he looked more guarded. He felt like he had gotten an answer wrong on a test. But could you blame him? No cat in his right mind would use a sick kit like this to try and psychoanalyze a total stranger. There was nothing to gain from it. Plus, even if Sean had been watching the entire time, there were plenty of moments where Creek could have ended this kit's life before the other tom could have done anything about it. He decided to start this next exchange by answering honestly; he wanted to hear more about these two, what their goals were, why they were here.
"Oh, she was still going to be a prisoner. I just decided I wouldn't take her to the prison, but to my den. I'm a... doctor of sorts and I'm fascinated by those legs of hers. You can't tell me that was acting," He lifted up his bloody paw as evidence and cocked his head ever so slightly to the side, "Even if she has a legendary pain tolerance, her reflexes would have betrayed her. As for the kiss, mainly I just wanted to see if she was fully paralyzed or not. If she was then she would not have been able to reach for me. I also thought affection would be a good way to control her. My father has she-cats fall left and right for him, that's how he got my mother to be so obedient."
He gave Loelia a sort of blank stare, "I guess that explains why you wouldn't make a choice. I just thought it was because your physical handicap may have effected the decision making part of your brain as well. To be clear, I have not yet given up on that hypothesis."
(Y'know, I considered not doing it, but I made the thread with the intention of it working out this way so I stuck with it xD)
"Fascinating!" Sean exclaimed.
"Oh..." Loelia-tyke said unable to hide her disappointment that Creek-chan's request for a kiss meant nothing. But more than that, for the first time in her young life she felt ashamed for believing someone liked her when they didn't. Dragging her legs behind her she moved to Sean's side. "There were some complications in my birth and my back legs were paralyzed."
"You behaved just about how I thought you would, a classic manipulator and so young too! Absolutely horrifying, lovely. Also nice to meet you, I'm a frienemy of your dads," Sean said. He picked Loelia-tyke up placing her onto his back, "Thank-you for these interesting results," He said before leaving.
Loelia-tyke had gotten some help getting into the league, but once she was in she dragged herself across the ground searching for Creek-chan. He said he was like a doctor, doctors could heal and help people. Maybe he didn't like like her, but if he was a doctor he could help save her legs! "Creek," She whispered into the cool night air as she searched around. Maybe he could even find a way to fix up her fur to start growing in more.
"Loelia-tyke?" The last thing Creek-chan expected was to hear that she-kits voice again, at least not so soon. His gray eyes settled on the pathetic little kit as she drug herself across the still-warm pavement. The bengal tom tasted the air and looked behind her but didn't see her guardian around, not that he saw him the first time. He padded up to her cocked his head, "What in the world are you doing here? Is your dad trying to play a prank on me again? I'm not easily fooled let alone twice in the same day."
"No, I came back here because you sounded like you might be able to help me. I want to get my back legs working again and I think you can really help me!" Loelia-tyke exclaimed before mumbling, "And he's not my dad."
To her Creek was the cure and her only hope. Her father was a healer, but there was little he could do for her, he was powerless, but Creek wasn't. But that did remind her of something that he said, he clearly admitted to being a manipulative person. "If you help me out you can experiment on me so long as you actively work towards helping my legs move again." She thought about adding that he shouldn't pretend to like her anymore either, but it had been nice... Even if he was lying, to have someone even pretend to look at her in a romantic sense warmed her heart.
Very little excited Creek. Relationships, authority, respect, all of those things normal cats spend their entire lives striving toward, meant nothing at all to him. But an experiment? Information? His paws were already tingling in excitement, his gray-blue eyes tracing the lines of Loelia-tyke's body like a predator would its prey. A perfect specimen. She suffered no pain, at least in her hind paws, and she just gave him permission to do whatever he wanted so long as he tried to "fix" her. His whiskers twitched and a smile broke free across his face. Never the expressive tom, for a moment he looked like a normal cat, and quite the heartthrob at that; he very much took after his father, after all.
"I'm so happy that you came back to me, my dear Loelia-tyke." He purred, his voice rich like milk chocolate, "I will do everything I can to get those legs working once again. Follow me to my den. Don't worry, it's not far."
Her violet gaze stared dreamily into his, blushing as his sweet tone sent tingling sensations across her skin. No one ever looked at her like she was all they needed, but he did. Even if it was for her legs, at least her legs were useful for something. Maybe she could grow up to be a guider and impress him even more.
Loelia-tyke followed after him, stumbling a bit as she did. Renegade Regime had rougher flattened ground, but here the ground was soft and bumpy. "So you have your own den? That's pretty cool, today has been my first day seeing anything outside of the garden and post kilo. I guess league tykes get to do more."
Oblivious to her growing affections, Creek instead focused on Loelia's curious eye color. Violet. He saw similar shades in Foxbane's line, but those eyes were darker and more of an indigo, not alpenglow like this young she-cat's. Pretty. He wondered if the unique coloring had anything to do with her weakness but decided it was unlikely. Creek had inherited his mother's blue eyes yet none of her digestive problems.
"While our main camp is technically the church, the only cats that den up there are Funk E'tan and some Queens. The League is made up of four different districts and each district has its own camp. Though some cats still choose to have their own private spaces, like me." Creek explained as they approached an overgrown twolegnest. The scent of rosemary and sage was particularly strong; a little patch of it lined the deck, swaying gently in the breeze. He did not help Loelia-tyke up the few steps it took to get to the door and instead watched with curiosity, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Loelia-tyke, Have you ever heard of the Allegory of the Cave?"
Loelia-tyke stopped, her head tipping up to stare at the steps. She had never seen a staircase in her life before, never even imagined such a thing would exist. She had seen slopes in the tunnels, but never something like this. She looked up at Creek-chan, but he didn't look like he was going to help her. He looked at her, not really expectantly, but with interest, like hew as studying what she was going to do. Her cheeks flushed with color at the attention. Creek-chan was a lot more confident than she was, probably because he had more independence than her.
She clambered up the first step and scraped at the stone trying to find a grip to pull herself up, but she was weak. Her claws lost their grip as she slid slowly back to the ground and tried again to climb the step, "It has something to do with shadows on the wall right?" She asked, this time managing to get up one step, but her energy had been lost at this point. She had exerted herself to the point that most of her strength was gone after the second try.
Instead of making a move to help her, Creek-chan laid down at the top of the steps, his front paws dangling over the wooden ledge. He had meant to study how her body moved but her response to his question was far more fascinating, "My father always talks about how... unintelligent Regime cats are. Course, I don't just blindly believe rumors, but up until now I hadn't been able to disprove him. What kind of former leader brings a disabled kit to enemy territory and uses her for bait? And to prove what, exactly? That League cats really are the worst of the worst? Or that maybe we have more humanity than most give us credit? You behaved just about how I thought you would, he said. Ha. I don't think I believe that and, even if I did, I still can't justify the risk for the reward. Don't get me wrong. Risking lives to gain knowledge is admirable... but..."
The young tom fell silent for a few moments. He unsheathed his raven-black claws and drummed then against the wood before digging in, leaving deep gouge marks, "I'm getting off track, aren't I? The Allegory of the Cave. I imagined most Regime cats to be those poor saps tied to the chairs, watching the shadows dance across the walls, believing that was all the world had to offer. You literally live in caves after all, and with such a militaristic lifestyle. Perfect for brainwashing. I would have never guessed that they would teach their kits such an obscure twoleg philosophy. Tell me, how did you come to learn of this story?"
It stung to hear that he considered people in her homeland and probably her too as being brainwashed. When Sentinel Sean criticized Creek's reaction Loelia hadn't thought anything of it. Hadn't really thought about it or felt any special reaction to his words, but hearing Creek criticize her home in the same fashion Sean did made her realize how disrespectful it was. Instead of raising her voice about it she remained silent, this felt about even now. "I actually heard the story from Sean, he's always telling stories. In fact, he told me that Primal Instinct was the Regime's first ally."
Seeing that Creek wasn't going to help her she proceeded to struggle up the steps with a bit more energy after resting. "Do you think that I'm sheltered like those people who only saw shadows?" She asked after getting to the top.
"I should've guessed you heard it from him." Creek replied, stretching back onto his paws once Loelia-tyke made it up the stairs. He turned around and approached the door which had a lever-style handle. With no warning, he leapt at the door and slammed his front paws down against the steel handle, causing it to click and swing inward. He did not look back toward Loelia when he spoke, one foot already in the doorway, "As for your question... you made it all the way here, didn't you? Most would rather keep watching the shadows even after their bindings are removed. It's easier. Growing is painful and the unknown is scary."
He glanced back now, his gray-blue eyes meeting her violets unflinchingly, "You are brave but foolish. If you live long enough to become an adult, I expect you'll regret your decision to come here. You turn back now, I'm not going to stop you... but if you follow, don't blame me for what happens next. I am not strong enough to protect you like Sean can."
Without waiting for her reply, Creek quietly slipped into the twolegnest, the door slowly beginning to swing shut behind him.
"I actually find the unknown really interesting," Loelia said as she moved to catch up with him. After all, Creek was an unknown factor, but she loved so much about him already without even understanding him entirely. However she did pause for just a moment, reconsidering just how much she wanted her life to change. She didn't know how much her life could change, if these would be the most important doors she would ever walk through. But she knew she didn't want to grow up to be a Veteran at six moons old. Whatever she followed Creek into was better than that.
Loelia followed after Creek through the doors hoping she wouldn't have to walk anymore, exhaustion was setting in.
The inside of the cottage was extremely clean. Loelia would probably get the impression that Creek was a neat freak and, to some extent, he was; no dust on the floor, no cobwebs in the corners, books of all kinds neatly lined up on a shelf. If the furniture didn't look quite so weathered, it wasn't that much of a stretch to think a twoleg still lived here. But the smell was... off. Sweet and sour. Herbs and rot. There was another door not far from the entrance that had a broken hinge and hung slightly at an angle. Behind it was darkness.
"Creek, where have you been?" A voice interrupted from the living room and a cream-colored she-cat lifted her head from an armrest. She had bandages, tinged yellow, wrapped tightly around one side of her face, "My bandages need..." When she saw Loelia, a growled burned in the back of her throat and her head disappeared for a moment before she leapt down and limped over to the two.
"Loelia-tyke... Oh, this is rich." She laughed right in the kit's face. Her breath was sour and as a whole she smelled sick. Some of her bandages - which now Loelia could see covered her entire body - began to turn pink as wounds reopened from the recent motion, "Come to finish the job, you filthy little rat? Moron. I'm half dead already but killing you is too easy. It's a miracle you lasted this long with those worthless legs of yours."
"I thought you might know each other." Creek didn't seem phased at all by the she-cat's threats. In fact, he wasn't even standing near to two at all, having slipped away to his shelf, a book now on the ground and opened half-way. His eyes were on the pages that he couldn't read.
