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(So this is when the PeachFuzz kits are older and get kidnapped again by Pravus Nocte. I'm gonna just speed it up and have them wake up at the new Pravus Nocte place. The reason we're doing a second one is completely on me, a lot of time passed from when I started the first rp when they were apprentices and we hardly got far. It just makes sense to cut the apprentice one short and do a longer more in depth rp now that they're older and now that I'm around to focus on it. This is still optional of course, and just a fun rp that you're invited to participate in ^-^) @samiam stardancebiyuu ☆彡Jadie @turtlenoir paosimplylightPhantomstrawberrycupid
This was like a bad dream, the kind that you wake up from, but realize you're still dreaming. Between the cold floors and suffocating musky atmosphere it was hard to tell what was reality and what might be haziness from whatever they were drugged with. There was a difference this time. Where as before when they were apprentices bengals were separated from non-bengals, this time they were all together in the dark gardens.
The dark gardens were underground, a dirt made two-leg basement with grass floors riddled with dangerous plants. Above the foggy haze of the basement along the tall walls was a hole at the top of the wall, an almost balcony of sorts. A cat stood at the top staring down at them, the same white bengal from all those moons ago, Maxim.
Wishbone was still out, he was always thinner than everyone else, all skin and bones. Any herb that entered his system affected him far more quickly and for longer than most.
Though Bubblegleam wasn't the largest of her litter, she'd always been a light sleeper, and somewhat resistant to the variety of painkillers she'd been given as a remedy for the various scrapes and injuries she'd accumulated during her time as a member of DayClan. She roused from her artificial slumber with a confused groan; unable to lift her head any higher than an inch, she frowned as she saw the bodies of a few of her siblings lying around her, their chests rising and falling in various patterns.
Wishbone was right next to her, his breathing even slower and deeper than the rest of her siblings that she could see. "Wishbone," she croaked, prodding his flank weakly with a paw. "Wishbone, you skinny little—wake up, damnit..."
Strawberrymilkd woke slowly and with a groan. What had hit her? One moment she'd been on her way back from hunting and the next she was out cold waking up..wherever they were. She struggled to lift her head, her vision clouded and mind foggy with whatever it was they'd been drugged with.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2020 22:19:40 GMT -5
What had Smolderingcomet even been doing before this? He could barely remember. Most likely he was off socializing with some of the Sunclan refugees, though they had some harsh words for him about his views on Sunclan. If he was awake, he'd sheepishly smile at that. But he was also out like a light, on the smaller side of the litter as well.
Post by stardance on Sept 29, 2020 22:34:32 GMT -5
Wildblood was on the larger side, so the herb had somewhat worn off on him, but his mind was still plenty muddled. He could make out the shapes of his siblings, but everything else was just beyond him. He made out someone trying to wake Wishbone, and tried to will himself up. But nothing happened.
"Last time we never got a chance to determine who would be our leader. Now we feel that the dark gardens would be very suitable for determining this. As you know we will only choose from Wild, Bubble, Molten, Fairy, Dark, and Wish. Those who are not bengals will be servants and those who are will join our army after being pinned and clipped," Maxim said.
No one could make out Maxim much except for his figure, but his voice was far too harsh and ghoulish to ever forget who he was.
Wishbone felt the ground rising and falling before realizing his senses were hyper fixated on his own body rising and falling with each breath. He could hear Bubblegleam calling his name somewhere, but his body wouldn't be willed to move. He did listen though, dread filling his gut as Maxim spoke. Last time they were expected to fight one another to determine a leader. Slowly opening his bright blue eyes he looked up at Bubblegleam.
"The person who manages to climb to the top of that high stone in the back and press the button will become leader. But trust me, you will want to push that button because if you don't you will be stuck in here with the beasts that are scattered about this room," Maxim said, "But if you push the button, you will all be spared as the sound that comes from the button will scare them all the way."
Volcanicpaw was one of the last to wake up, she was of warrior age but had yet to be promoted due to the injury to her eye and the kits that moved around in her swollen belly. She blinked her good eye and looked around as the haze cleared from her vision, Maxims voice reaching her ears as she tried to focus on where she was, the scents of her siblings swirling around her, Strawberrymilks being the closest. "Strawberrymilk?" She whispered out her sisters name. pao
Though she was still feeling groggy from whatever concoction of herbs she’d been fed, Bubblegleam managed to haul herself into a hunched sitting position as she listened to the figure wrapped in shadows above them. Though he was hard to make out, his voice and way of speaking were unforgettable; there was no doubt he was Maxim. Not this guy again...
She let out a pained groan and lifted her head to glance around at the rest of her siblings, who were at varying levels of consciousness. Wildblood, herself, Moltenmidnight, Fairygarden, Darkpaw and Wishbone were the six candidates, but what would Maxim do if someone other than them were to press the button? Or better yet, could Bubblegleam somehow manipulate the situation and get the person she wanted as leader to press the button? Something told her that Maxim would just devise another test if something didn’t go the way he wanted, but it would be convenient if she could pull it off. Smolderingcomet, Strawberrymilk and Volcanicpaw were three cats in her field of vision that weren’t one of Maxim’s candidates, but none of them seemed to be particularly awake.
Time to stall. “How’re we supposed to know if you’re telling the truth about the button?” she asked, though her voice came out weaker than she would’ve liked. “For all we know, you’ll turn around and give the leadership to someone else. Or not give it to anyone at all.”
Moltenmidnight was everything a Pravus Nocte cat was supposed to be. Golden-brown fur with dramatic black bengal rosettes. Large and strong, fighting came easily to him, always had. He'd been one of the youngest cats ever to join DayClan's Bright Brigade and he certainly would have bragged about it more had Lilacpaw not beaten him to the punch. A young tom, he had no accomplished much, but he had a reputation as a cat you wouldn't want to mess with.
His vision was blurry at first but began to come into focus shortly before that Maxim cat started talking. He recognized this tom immediately as the cat who confronted Fuzzyheart and then later attempted to kidnap him and his family all of those moons ago "When will you learn to give up? We are happy in DayClan. You can't keep us here forever..."
Even though he was actively protesting, Moltenmidnight was also taking in his surroundings. The stone surface didn't seem conductive for claws, how exactly were they expected to get up there? He was long-legged and had a strong core, if any one of his siblings could do it then he surely could too, but... why would he? He didn't see any monsters. There was surely another way out that didn't mean he had to listen to his captor.
Strawberryrmilk could barely make out the words of the awful cat keeping them hostage, but the moment he said she'd be a servant instead of a candidate she was wide awake. Her a servant! Never! Not in a million years. Hearing her name called from next to her, she rose to find Volcanicpaw resting beside her. Now even more angry than before, due to finding her pregnant sibling in tow, she rose fully to her paws and growled out a reply to the creature hidden away. "Who do you think you are kidnapping us! I'll have you know that we're not cats to be messed with, or ever deemed as mere servants! I am a strong and noble warrior of DayClan and I will not stand by as you harm the innocent!" In this moment, with her last sentence particularly, she protested her title as servant and the fact that unborn kits were being held hostage as well.
"All of you fail to see the reality you're in. You either follow my direction to survive and have any semblance of normal life or you sit there and perish from the creatures locked up in your container," Maxim said as he seated himself down to watch.
Wishbone stumbled to his paws, straightening himself up more, but it didn't last long. His all bone structured appearance made him appear as easy prey, which he was. From the grass a crocodile lunged out making Wishbone move faster than he ever did in entire life as he sped over to the other side of the clearing. He began to look around more closely at the dark gardens. The place looked pleasant... He tasted the air and this time could tell that there was some sort of wetness in the air which meant somewhere there was mud and water from where these crocodiles were coming from. Of course Wishbone had never seen or heard of a crocodile in his life and could only tell it was a huge lizard, "Is it... Ni-"
The crocodiles jaw opened as it snapped again revealing all of its teeth, which got Wishbone running right away, "RUN!"
If there was one thing that could get Bubblegleam moving in a matter of seconds, it was the threat of death by giant lizard abomination. "Everyone wake the hell up!" she yowled, and moved closer to Volcanicpaw and Strawberrymilk. Wishbone could probably survive for a while by running around, but would Volcanicpaw even be able to run away, considering her swollen belly?
She eyed the stone that supposedly held the button that could save them at the top. She wasn't particularly strong in battle, but she'd always been a good climber--besides, it couldn't be that hard to get up, or Maxim would risk all of his candidates dying before any of them got a chance to press a button at all. Still, as competitive and hungry for attention she'd been in her youth, she didn't really want the responsibility of leading an entire group foisted upon her at this point in her life. Even if Maxim said the rest of them would still be forced to join the Pravus Nocte, she was counting that she would be able to escape them at some point.
"Someone should really think about pressing that thing!" Bubblegleam yelled, watching another crocodile crawl out from the shadows, its jaws snapping open and shut with a menacing crunch. I am going to spend so much time in therapy after this.
Wildblood's sense returned as the rest of the his siblings tried to stall Maxim. He slowly pushed himself to his paws and looked up to where Maxim hid himself. The fire bengal lashed his tail as he looked between his siblings and the tom above him. What did he have planned for them? It couldn't just be this single test. He hissed to second what his sibling said, specifically Strawberrymilk. It was just wrong. He could never stand for. They were his siblings, not his servants.
"C'mon guys, how bad could this monster---" Then he saw the rows of teeth. That thing had so many of them! It could eat them and not feel a thing! He huffed and started staggering over to cliff leading up to the button. He didn't want to be the leader, but it was the lesser evil compared to watching his sibling get eaten one after the other.
Volcanicpaws eyes were wide as panic took hold of her, watching as the viscous creatures began to appear, snapping their jaws as her siblings gained their senses. Her eyes moved to Bubblegleam as she stepped closer, she knew her sister could survive this if she ran. Volcanicpaw staggered to her paws, stumbling a little as the weight of her stomach shifted, she wouldn't be able to get out by herself but she didn't want to see any of her family killed trying to help her. "You need to get out of here, I'll only hold you back and get you killed... I'm too slow." She was now standing beside Bubblegleam, trying to nudge her to go on.
As soon as Moltenmidnight's eyes met that massive reptile, his pupils dilated and his ears flattened, a primal growl raising in the back of his skull. He stayed like that for only a second before he leapt at the crocodile and hit it as hard as he could on the top of its snout. It wasn't a move that he could control, more of a gut reaction, he was never flight, always fight.
As he regained his senses he knew that this was not a battle that he could win. Thankfully he was quick on his feet: His is blow against the creature was just as swift as his retreat. Moltenmidnight didn't want to take his eyes off the crocodile but could hear more hissing to his left as another one emerged from its underwater den. He wouldn't be able to take on one let alone two and there was no telling how many laid in waiting beneath the black waters.
So, their only hope was a miracle... or that so-called button.
Surely one of his other siblings could do it, it wasn't so high up that it was that difficult, but he knew he'd be the quickest. He was the only one in the Bright Brigade and it wouldn't be the first time he'd defending the Clan without touching the ground. He didn't like it, but without it they didn't stand a chance, with it there may just be a miracle.
"I'll take care of this," He said to himself before furling his muscles and bounding toward the button with decisive, powerful strides. It was moments like these that he most resembled his father Fuzzyheart. With a fearsome and intentional yowl - he wanted the crocodile's focus on him, not his siblings - he flung himself at the wall and began to climb.
Wishbone whirled around to see Volcanicpaw already giving up. He should be able to carry her, but he was far from being strong, if anything he was quite sickly. If he couldn't carry her then he sure as heck couldn't take on whatever the heck those lizard things were! Turning to the sound of his brothers voice he watched as Moltenmidnight began to scale the wall. He was happy, but dread was seeping into his heart. So they would live, but at what cost? How different would their lives be here? He didn't have time to wonder. Together him and Bubblegleam should be able to outrun the lizards until Moltenmidnight hit the button.
Swerving back over to his sisters he quickly came up on the other side of Volcanicpaw hurrying her along the best he could, "You can't talk like that!" He huffed, already winded from all the running, "You're cooler than you know stupid, so stop being a dummy and just push yourself and run faster," He urged as he tried his best to move at a quick pace with Bubblegleam.
While his movement to the wall started with a brisk walk, he quickly shook off whatever remained is his bloodstream by the time he made it to the wall. Wildblood had already begun to scale the wall by the time his brother arrived. The tom's oddly shaped and structured ears made his hearing better than the average cat's, so hearing his brother's scramble at hopping on anything but a stretch.
He had someone he was interested in back home, and wasn't going to let this Maxim take her away, nor would he let his siblings be eaten alive by the alligators. Muscles flexed underneath the fire bengal's coat as he jumped from thin ledge to ledge. It was a tough climb, but certainly doable, as Moltenmidnight could attest to. "How do we know that he's gonna get those lizards out of here? What can he do that we can't?" His voice strained for air as he hurled himself up the cliff.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 21, 2020 16:30:46 GMT -5
"Who knows." Smolderingcomet's voice piped up. Like he had been awake the whole time. And not have just woken up when a crocodile missed it's shot at him. Now he was up next to Volcanicpaw, helping Wishbone and Bubblegleam move her along. "No quitters talk now, Volcanic. For now, we can only trust this cat's word. So let's do what we can to keep away from these... what are these anyway? Scaly dogs...?"
"Leave the guessing game until later," Bubblegleam muttered, her teeth grit together. "All we need to know right now is that they're got a bazillion sharp teeth and they don't seem to be put off by the taste of fur." She eyed Wildblood and Moltenmidnight as they scaled the wall. If whoever pushed the button first became leader, then who would she rather see press it? She didn't know if she had a preference between the two. Neither of them had seemed particularly hungry for power when the Nocte had first visited DayClan when they were apprentices—Wildblood had even gone so far as to attack them when they'd first arrived, and Moltenmidnight had been the one to calm him down. She trusted both of them to press the button purely for altrustic means...mostly.
Bubblegleam tore herself away from her thoughts. "We need to find somewhere they can't get at us," she said, panting with exertion. "If we keep running around we'll just tire ourselves out. All of us, not just the pregnant ones," she added, giving Volcanicpaw a quick once-over.
Volcanicpaws ears flattened at Wishbones words but she nodded, if she couldn't keep up at least it would buy them time to get away. It took her a moment to actually move to follow her siblings though, still a bit disoriented her legs felt weak under her own weight. "Where do we even go?" She had no idea where they were and would be surprised if anyone else new, they were running blindly, but she kept her paws moving as fast as she could manage. While waiting for someone to answer though she felt a sharp pain in her belly, the sudden feeling cuased the she-cat to stumble over her paws and roll to the ground, a wail escaping her as the pain intensified. It was a contraction.
