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Funkson. Well, not really anymore. Once a SunClan Janus, the young cat was now content, or rather, preferred, to take the role of their father, to step into his position as if it were their own, a near perfect mimic, if not for the more youthful appearance. They'd even taken their father's name, Funk, dropping the warrior title of their mother's home, though they clearly had not given up all ties, as evidenced by the zodiac painted on their tongue, an easy tell, but most cats weren't smart enough to notice.
They stepped into the Shaman's den with an uncanny valley sort of smile, one that was far too close to Funk, but you could just tell something was off. Something that made them not quite the perfect imitation, and more like an ever slightly warped figment of one's imagination, and it was hard to tell if you were simply going insane, or if you were just now realizing they weren't quite all that they seemed.
"Funk?" Creek's older half-sibling really was the spitting image of their father, Funk. Although he'd known them since they were a kit, he still had to do a double-take to tell them apart. This time it was a little easier to guess than normal, though, as Funk rarely visited Creek in his den. He had no need. The Nemesis had his own herb stores and Creek tended to show up when and where needed instead of the other way around as far as his father's schemes were concerned, "Oh, it's just you. What do you want?"
Although his wonders could be taken as harsh, they weren't, it was an honest question spoken with an even, slightly monotone voice. Few cats came to him without some kind of special request.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 24, 2020 21:37:48 GMT -5
"Oh, you're no fun. Not even going to pretend to be confused about which one I am?" Funk the Clone sighed, rolling their eyes in apparent disappointment. "Well, anyways, we're going to go have some fun, 'kay? Nothing like a Nemesis and a Shaman causing some problems for the clans at large, right?" They did a little dance, brushing a paw against the choker that they had probably stolen from their father. Ooops. They weren't really sorry.
"You in? I'm sure the League will be fine if a few die off thanks to Tempest's lack of training."
"Tempest is quite capable," Creek mused, stretching as he joined Funkson's side. A part of him knew better than to go on some ill-begotten adventure at the flip of a coin like this, but he had been born and raised in the League, it was just part of the culture. Besides, he'd learned some of the best lessons in life not because he went out searching for the information but because he was in the right place at the right time. In other words, coincidence. Fate was too cruel to give hand-outs to homebodies, "Sure, I'm in."
Post by Honeystorm on Aug 29, 2020 22:56:17 GMT -5
"Alright, and we're off. Come on." Funk? turned to walk out of the den. Nothing like bringing your sibling around for some chaos, right? "If anyone asks, I'm the Nemesis, and anything we do is his fault."
"Okay," Creek agreed to the prerequisite easily enough, he tended to loop himself into all kinds of strange deals yet always managed to satisfy them, one way or another. He padded a few paw-steps behind Funk?, allowing his sibling/father to take the lead, "Where are we going?"
