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Luca-tyke now sat at the border of becoming a cadet. The next ceremonies were all but guaranteed to get him out of the nursery and into Post Echo. Course, he was one to try and get a head start. And that led to the long walk to Dayclan. It was easy to sneak out when the raisers and origins were focused on the troublemakers or Loelia. One of the few times the large black kit was thankful for his sister's condition. Luca already knew his life, his fate, and it was above ground. Still supporting the Regime, but up where he could move around much easier. He knew Dayclan was rather accepting of cats passing their borders, which made them perfect targets for his plan. Even as his long coat soaked in the summer heat and prey darted around his paws, he didn’t stop. Not for small fry. He was a bit away from the camp, the sweet scent of milk filling his nose as he walked around towards the nursery. Luca thought it’d be simple enough. Grab a kit or two for the regime. He was still too young to mate with anyone but it was a head start. Not that it would go nearly as smoothly as he hoped.
"Alert! Intruder!" Smashkit yelled as she body-slammed the tyke from his left-hand side. She was much younger than him and thus maybe a little more than half his size, a stringy little bird with black-and-white fur and sunflower yellow eyes. She put her paw on Luca-tyke's throat and her face inches away from his. She looked like she was having a lot of fun, "Submit or die, enemy scum! I'll gut you like a pig and wear your innards like a necklace! I'll kill your lover and ▓▓▓▓▓ your mom! Don't test me, fool, I'm GOD!" She was doing some weird kind of accident that was gruff and manly but also... British? "State your reasons for being here, beg for my forgiveness and then, and only then, I maybe will let you leave with your life. Check out these claws." She removed her paw from his throat and unsheathed them right in front of his eyes. They looked like any other kitten claws he'd ever seen.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 4, 2020 18:17:22 GMT -5
The loose soil underneath him was really the only reason the tiny kit was able to knock him over. That was surely it. Stringy with nothing on her. Luca thought Dayclan took better care of their kits than this. If Luca had a bit less of a spine, then maybe Smashkit's tirade would have at least frightened him. His expression bordered between deadpan and confused amusement. Though as soon as she appeared content to shove her claws into his face, he kicked to the side, rolling so he was on top of her before putting his paw over her mouth. His ears perked, but even with the yelling, no one seemed to be coming to investigate.
And for a moment, he let himself sit in the silence. To actually appreciate it. But then he scoffed, "What the hell are you talking about? You know what? Don't tell me. Let's just go."
"Where are we going?" The allure of an adventure overrode her persona and she drew her paw away from Luca's throat. She then clambered off him to give him some space, but that did not mean he was off the hook, "Are we going to conquer SunClan? Revive the Survival Clans? Save the whole world?" Her brilliant yellow eyes shined bright at all the possibilities, "But first, who the hell are you?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 6, 2020 17:47:01 GMT -5
(so present day)
Cadet Luca thought back on that day with a sigh. The girl was barely at the Regime for long before she infested the place with fleas, and Luca was forced to drag her back to Dayclan. He never got a lot of questions about it, even from the adults as his face had fallen into that perpetual scowl. So he stopped going that way since. The Regime's perpetual winter was not helping with finding enough prey for the clan. For once, he started expanding his reach. Not that he expected to run into her again.
