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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2020 0:24:46 GMT -5
He had no ground to stand on, but he definitely muttered gross as the two coddled. Like wow, they just did that. Funk at least waited when he wasn't getting paraded around by a group of cats. And when he did, he was definitely lying. Not like these two.
The Nemesis' ear swiveled back when Mistyrose addressed him again, and he jumped back into the conversation like it was nothing. "In general or in recent events? Either way, unfortunately, yes." It wasn't like Funk kept his distaste of Sunclan to himself, "Cannot believe that son of mine. I thought he'd learn more about fatherhood after I abandoned him. You know, do that whole I'm never gonna be like my dad talk. But nope, he attaches himself to a sexist god. Which, in fairness, is something I would never do."
"I understand what it's like for a child to crave a gods acceptance over their own self respect. I wasn't there for my daughter when she needed me emotionally. Instead Leatherstar was, made her believe that she could be worthy if she sacrificed herself to the Gods. Your son and my daughter deserved better chances in this world. I'm sorry your sons crazy, but I also think we're both bad parents and this is what we get," Mistyrose said like it were comforting, but added more thoughtfully.
She could still remember when she had her kits, her older kits were nestled up by her when Bloodyrondo entered. Only he was made an initiate, he never liked her before then, but that time he gave her a gift, looked lost. It took a lot to make her pity anyone, but she had invited him to lie down with her family so he wouldn't have to go back out. He was always looking for belonging, desperate for it like it were water in a desert.
"You better feed me well," Sparrowflight warned her, and for once he was completely serious. Most of his problems were negligible now, he had learned to go with the flow, but two things were non-negotiable: Mistyrose and a decent food supply that required no work on his part to obtain. He wasn't a hunter, he wanted someone to hunt for him, and preferably place the prey directly into his mouth.
"Which daughter was that?" he echoed, mildly interested in their conversation. "Not from the first litter, was it?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 10, 2020 13:25:16 GMT -5
(icecream ;~; )
It wasn't very comforting. Which was fine cause Funk didn't really need to be comforted. If this was his karma for being a bad parent, he was doing pretty good with only one bomb so far out of the fifty or so out there. "I'm sorry for your loss. Mild offense though, I don't really care about Bloodystar or some karma that could have prevented all this. It's way more interesting to watch everything play out, no? I mean, sure, Sunclan might rot, but you know. They were too big for their own good anyway. Way too full of themselves. Don't tell my wife I said that though."
"First litter? That was so long ago, no, this was..." She seemed to be counting, "Our third litter, Icecream. The one with her half her body eaten off. Leapt from a cliff, she yelled a lot about god," Mistyrose said trying to jog his memory before frowning. She could recognize that moments like these were her being heartless. Capable of talking of her daughters death like it were nothing, but a retelling of a story with no relation to her. She felt nothing, but as an empathist she understood the emotion that should have been there. One she couldn't conceive.
Her ears angled towards Funk E'tan as he spoke, "Oh, I can understand that," Mistyrose said, but in her monotone voice it came off all the more comedic that she found understanding in Bloodystar's father wishing the worse for him. "I'd rather it be WinterClan's demise, I hate them the most. What did SunClan do to you?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 21, 2020 13:18:27 GMT -5
The words poor thing balanced on his tongue for a moment, leaning wildly both directions. To stay or to tumble out. Funk chose the former. It was more what he felt like he should say more than what he actually felt. Tragedies played out everywhere, he learned to close his heart off to them.
He glanced back once Mistyrose addressed him again. "Yeah, Winterclan is pretty annoying. That new leader reminds me of some League chick I heard about forever ago. Anyway, putting aside all the things the Sun God did and how some of them still cling to his words like a bad infection. I guess the attitude. Always having that holier than thou attitude, they never liked to talk when I was roaming. Talking about their holy land and god like I was some schmup to preach too, or trying to kill me. Generally knocks you down the list."
