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Mistyrose had given birth to ten kits last night, which that alone was amazing. But the fact that the birth lasted for only a few short hours and that all kits survived in great health was even more remarkable. She had told Funk E'tan that if he was interested the kits could stay in the league permanently, rather than have them follow her to wherever she wanted to go after her stay. Despite the rumors of her being a distant mother she had been quite the opposite with this litter, nuzzling their noses and even baby talking with them.
However that bliss must of not lasted because the whole league could hear the hissing before he even entered the prison.
Innocentia stood up with her fur raised, a pile of ribbons at her side, "If you claw at me one more time I'll take you downstairs and you'll quiver the next time you think of striking back at me ever again."
"They're growing newborns, it's not safe to tie a ribbon around their necks when they're hardly a day old," Mistyrose said evenly, but she made no gesture to claw at Innocentia. Instead she was lying on her side for her kits to comfortably rest and nurse.
She smiled flashing knifepoint teeth directly in Mistyrose's face, "I think it's darling that you think you can lecture me after you and Littlecrow burnt up my entire body. Since you owe me some flesh, I've decided your kits can pay it forward in service to me. These ribbons determine whether they owe me their strength, meat, or kits," Innocentia said, her vicious smirk shifting into a cutesy smile as she added in an adorable tone, "And that's an order," She said flicking Mistyrose in the nose before seeing Funk E'tan walk in. She let out an excited gasp at the sight of the nemesis as she skipped up to him in bubbling excitement, "Funk! Misty's not letting me put ribbons around her kits. Tell her she has to listen to me."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2020 21:02:10 GMT -5
It wasn't the main reason why Funk had insisted on Mistyrose staying, but ten new future hunters was a nice bonus. Even when he attended the kitting, it went so smoothly he barely needed to do anything. All the Nemesis needed was to tell Punishment to change the bedding out if it got too dirty and sometimes drop off a few poppy seeds. Though it did lead him to an odd crossroad when he walked into the prison today.
He could barely hear the argument from outside, but once he stepped inside, it echoed off the walls. Something or other about ribbons. Funk had to investigate, but he didn't quite expect Innocentia to skip up to him. Bubbly as ever. She was probably the happiest about this situation. "Ribbons? What for? And what about tying it around one of their ankles or their tails for now?" Compromise was his best route for now. He really did not need Innocentia to snuff this litter out when they've just been born.
"MMMMM!" Innocentia whined as she jumped up and down in a small tantrum. "FINE!" She said in a bratty tone, "I will wait."
"Good," Mistyrose said, relaxing her head once more.
"The ribbons are supposed to decide which kits I get to eat," She said with a wink, suggesting that she was bluffing, but it was out of Misty's view, "which ones will hunt for me, and which ones will supply me with some scrumptious new litters when their older. I gotta think ahead, Misty's family has the best tasting flesh!" Innocentia purred sweetly.
Mistyrose blinked a few times before turning to see if Innocentia was serious, but at that point she did look like she would keep good on her promise. Mistyrose breathed out through her nose, which sounded more annoyed than disturbed. "Is that true, all of my kits will have to serve her?" She asked Funk E'tan, her typically emotionless expression looked softer now. There was no distinct emotion displayed, but her mood had clearly shifted to something new. She didn't want her kits to be eaten, but at the same time she didn't know what to do about it yet. She was Funk's prisoner, she couldn't leave and unless things changed Innocentia had control over her as much as she wanted.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 10, 2020 13:38:55 GMT -5
Even if Funk held his place when Innocentia jumped up and down in her little tantrum, he visibly relaxed when she relented. Again, did not need a fight. Vague compromise. He supposed it was one way to keep Mistyrose on a short leash, not that she was really going anywhere.
Knowing Innocentia though, he wouldn't put it past her to eat the poor things like hotcakes. Funk just blinked at her wink, not revealing the bluff to Mistyrose. It gave him little comfort. A bit strange to see Mistyrose softer with this bunch of kits. Maybe it was the fact that she would be leaving them here. "Most likely. We're not filled with cats willing to look after a litter, especially one so big. Force is such a strong word, expected might be better." As long as they were loyal to Funk, he was fine either way.
Mistyrose stared at the two of them, her head turning to Innocentia, "If you eat any of my kits you'll wake up with crows picking your eye with your flesh roasting beneath a scolding rock and I don't make threats I can't-"
Blood spilled down Mistyrose's face, thick and gruesome as Innocentia slowly dragged her claws the rest of the way down, "You're never..." Innocentia's claws crushed into Mistyrose's flesh leaving her paw trembling as she released, "Going to touch me again." Her yellow eyes would have burned through anyone's stare, but not Mistyrose's hers was frozen as a rock.
Innocentia didn't realize it, but her paw was over her heart where she had been held down and burned. She turned away from Mistyrose's empty stare, "Let it scar, please," She said in what had to be the most polite, yet gritty command Innocentia could muster as she walked out of the room.
"Man, what's up with her?" Mistyrose asked, staring after Innocentia with her typical careless expression. One thing she noticed about people in the league was that everyone was interesting. None of them hid their baggage, they wore their emotional scars front and center with more poor coping mechanisms than a psych ward. Her favorite person was Funk E'tan, like her he also tried to avoid annoying people, wasn't afraid to voice his angst, and his lazy lifestyle that he filled with messing around with things that contributed to nothing was enviable.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 19, 2020 13:49:47 GMT -5
Funk blinked. It wasn't a surprising turn of events. He was the one to advocate for revenge in the first place. He just didn't expect Mistyrose to be so... her. Useful, knowledgeable. Able to throw a lot of shade. He liked it, but kept that to himself for obvious reasons.
"Inno-" He walked towards the pair, voice strong like a command. Like she would actually listen. But just as he did, she pulled away and placed the bloody paw over her heart. Where some of the strongest of the burns were. One of the hardest areas to reconstruct. It definitely caused a lot of pain. And he was the one that carried her through that. So Funk stopped as Innocentia walked off, gaze as blank as an empty canvas.
The prison was well stocked. Not that many could even use the herbs, but they were there so Creek, Tempest, even Funk could come in and patch the prisoners up. Prisoners weren't allowed to die so easily. Funk disappeared for just a moment before coming back with herbs and a light cloth. He covered the kits with the cloth to keep them from getting more stained before he turned to focus on Mistyrose. "You did chemically burn her all those months ago. And that's one of the better reasons I've heard for hatred in a while." Some of the League were only capable of petty thoughts, hatred coming from simple squabbles. Others had more deep reasons for hatred. It was almost strange to look down at all those cats and realize he was slowly becoming one of them. "It was a lot of work to reconstruct her skin to where it is now."
"She is small," Mistyrose said thoughtfully, but in her eyes Funk E'tan could see her lightning gaze brightening, darkening, a short range of minuscule expressions that the eye wouldn't catch. From that one observation alone it led to a gateway of answers. Innocentia was small, compact, one terrible wound would be the death of her. Typically her kills came from a deceitful hunt so her prey often died because they knew to strike. Which meant she typically didn't engage in combat nor would she be able to survive combat for long. This meant that she typically never gave anyone the chance to make her helpless so the one time she became helpless after all the years of victory was damaging in more ways than physically. She hurt her in every way that counted, destroying her peace of mind. Good.
"She wants to make me suffer, but if she put her emotions aside she would know to go behind your back and bite me dead." Mistyrose said, her only tone in pitch was thoughtful, but ultimately monotone as usual, "You should understand though, she didn't just hurt Icecream, she ate my daughter alive, never gave her the same respect she gave her other prey. Couldn't even finish the job, it left my daughter insane. So it's not that I care if my kits get hurt, but are so inhumanely mutilated and psychologically damaged that they throw themselves off cliffs that I get a little ticked off. So if you care about her, I'd suggest not letting her go that far or I will act on what I said."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 21, 2020 17:27:36 GMT -5
"Duly noted." was all Funk E'tan said. He could assure Mistyrose, tell her he'd keep an eye on them. But Funk was just as reliable as Innocentia, the kind to pull them from the womb and onto the experimentation table. There was no real reason to trust that these wouldn't be the same. But a good hunter was an alive hunter, one that could think. One not as psychologically and physically absent. "We won't have a repeat of that." he added, dabbing the poultice on the cuts before beginning to bandage them up.
