"WOW so that's what a twoleg looks like?" Caramelcream gawked, if her mother's pelt wasn't brushing against her she most certainly would have run off and gotten lost by now, "Where is all their fur? Why do they only use two of their legs? Oh.... that's why they are called twolegs!!" She stood up on her hind legs and walked a few steps before losing her balance and going back on all four, drawing even more attention to the small family patrol, "It's really hard! Have you ever tried it, Mom, Dad?"

When they approached the alleyway, however, she fell silent and stared at it. It sort of made her skin crawl but in a good way.

Was there more or less reason to worry when that pair of curious eyes followed them. Watching as they effectively trapped themselves in the alley. It was easy, the she-cat was an eye-catcher. The progress in going through the apartment building was going well, but Funk was no fool to think it would get done in one day. There was no way to know he was on the brink of a find that will flip the League on its head. As almost in celebration of the end of an era, he may have figured to do one last thing to end it off. The twolegs were used to seeing him, feeling his back for any sort of chip when it had been torn out moons ago. They must have accepted he was an alley cat now, no more pulling out their little light-up bricks when he walked by.

But the Nemesis was as amicable as he was deadly. Even if he had no clue of her true identity, there was clearly something special about the half cream, half blue she-cat. And he simply had to know. It was only him for the time being, and he didn't even bother to block the exit to the alley as he walked up to them. Sunclan, huh? "You guys are early. We don't even have nests built yet, but I always appreciate a proactive cat or three." His tone was light, relaxed. He knew he held all the cards, there was no reason to play nervous. "How are you enjoying the city?" Funk asked, tilting his head.

Mistyrose turned around, her gaze meeting Funk E'tan's. He never looked like a nemesis, he looked too perfect and clean like a kittypet would. He also just lacked the savage nature of one entirely. In fact typically nemesis were either polite and manipulative or insane and pretty, but he didn't really fall into any of those categories. "The city air is foul, not clean like the mountains, so there's little enjoyment here." She stayed silent for a polite moment before ending it with, "Okay, see you at the next gathering."

"We already left Littlecrow and it's for the best that we did," Sparrowflight grumbled, thinking of her daughter. SunClan, as it turned out, was not very safe for them after all. Why would their next home be any different? "Look, I don't want to visit the Cutter either, but kittypet life doesn't sound so bad. Warm and comfortable, with no one around to interrupt you-"

His peaceful musings were interrupted by the Funk's appearance. He sighed heavily as the tom refused to let them leave.

"No, we're going tuh leave now. I reckon you ain't ready to die harassin' us and that's all you'll get if you keep us here, feller," he threatened calmly. He was never a very intimidating cat and he couldn't fight for nothing, so he was mixing things up. Maybe speaking all tough-and-rough-like would scare off this pretty cat.

And sure enough, Funk wasn't very intimidated. Being Nemesis really made these weird accents cat had uninteresting. If the scariest things in the world were his staff and fiancés, a few country hicks were nothing. "You're really gonna make me repeat myself, huh?" The Bengal picked at the ends of a few of his whiskers, looking away from the family briefly. He was never an overly forceful Nemesis, but as the clan climate was changing, he needed to as well. Eyes lit up in the shadows, all staring at the three as Funk put his paw down and shrugged. "You will stick around for a while, no?" He purred.

(oh, if you wanna bring in other cats to drag them back to camp, feel free)

"Where's the hick accent supposed to be from?" Funk asked the hunter at his side, who only shrugged in response. The Nemesis tilted his head before shrugging as well, giving up on it. He wasn't gonna take no for an answer, but getting a yes was nicer. Still, hunters surrounded them on all sides and slowly pushed the trio forward as Funk stepped back into line with them.

"The leader that can heal, huh? Figured I'd be more known as the leader that will poison. But I'll take what I can get. Not that my reputation has been around as long as yours. Mistyrose. The last witch from Winterclan." It wasn't a surprise he knew. Primal Instinct had eyes and ears everywhere. "I'll have to pick your brain while you're here. We've gone to all the trouble of clearing out a space for the refugees from Sun, and it'd be a shame not to use it. I don't care for unnecessary work."

Caramelcream padded at Mistyrose and Sparrowflight's heels. She was doing her best to give Funk the stink eye, but as soon as she realized he and Mistyrose seemed to be getting along, she began to reconsider her initial impression of spotted guy. For better or for worse, she was a follower, and there was no cat she trusted more than her mother. If Mistyrose was going to accept Funk then Caramecream would too. A packaged deal.

So, her evergreen gaze began to wander as she grew bored, eventually settling on the weird shadow cat that was kind of checking her out. She noted that he was acting like a pigeon, what with the way he kept bobbing his head up and down, and instantly began to mimic his movements in a greatly exaggerated fashion. The caramel cream she-cat stretched to as high as she could manage and then so low that her whiskers brushed Sparrowflight's hind legs, all without moving her shoulders. What a curious game! But she had a hidden talent the guaranteed her success. Clearing her throat, she twisted her head back to look Lucistic right in the eye, and said, "COO COO ARE YOU?," following up with a rumbling pigeon-esque purr. She sounded just like the trash bird, a perfect mimic. She gave her challenger a cocky grin, convinced that she had beat him at his own game.

"Oh great, another prison, hoo-ray," Sparrowflight muttered enthusiastically under his breath. And once again, the leader only had eyes for his mate, not for him. Not that he wanted Funk to oogle him, but it would have been nice to be appreciated or even acknowledged once. Just once, though. He couldn't stand to be in the limelight like Mistyrose was all the time.

As they started walking, he ended up on Caramelcream's other side, opposite of Lucistic. He eyed the tom suspiciously. "Er, this one isn't with us. Is he with you?" He glanced up toward Funk, saw he was distracted, and realized he might be alone with the hunter. Great again. "Hey, shadow man, if you want her you can just take her. Okay?"