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The tide of newcomers and deserters was not something Sunpaw concerned herself with...usually. That was BEFORE this strange, wheezy-voiced, Sun-God-preaching, NightClan-discarded-trash decided to turn up, QUITE uninvited, and start bossing around HER loyal subjects. She was currently glaring daggers across camp while the offending feline in question gave one of her morning sermons to anyone within earshot, even though most of the cats surrounding her were either uninterested or still drowsy-eyed. Enough is enough.
Fluffing her pretty cream pelt and donning her most severest of expressions, Sunpaw marched right on up to this Nightray or whoever and stomped her foot. "Okay, you need to leave now." Did she have any authority to say so? No. Was she going to assert that she did? Abso-freaking-lutely.
The strange, wheezy-voiced, Sun-God-preaching, NightClan-discarded-trash quite enjoyed giving her morning sermons and leading morning prayers. The Sun God's word was true, and she believed that everyone in SummerClan had the heart to see it. But, they lacked the proper guidance until now. Raystrike would guide them to the light, to the Isle, and ---------
Okay, you need to leave now.
First of all, no one with that high of a voice could tell her what to do. And more importantly: What. The. Hell. No one interrupted prayer time. No one. Her jade green eyes whipped open with fury and soon landed on the furious she-kit. Yes, she-kit. "Pfft, a little garden rat speaks." She prowled down from her high place into the middle of her (not-so) faithful followers. "Get out of here. Prayers to Sun God are sacred. Unless you're here to pay him respects, then leave." She whipped around and started back to her perch. She knew this what Ratstar's 'daughter', so she went for another punch. "Lest you live up the rat in your father's name."
Raytyke was pushing all the right buttons where Sunpaw was concerned, and she was hot on the other she-cat's heels. "And?" she prompted hotly, instantly defensive. "Rats are crafty and furry and cute, but I'm going to live up to the star in his name." When Mantaray turned back around, she would find herself nose-to-nose with Sunpaw, who was about as close as she could get without the two of them making any type of contact. "Why don't you go crawl back to your little sun god and pray for him to fix those nasty lungs of yours before you come out here and make all of us listen to you all night and day? Really, it's unbecoming and pathetic."
Deviously, with a grin that was far too smug to be mistaken for anything else, she added, "Not that a god that doesn't exist can help anyway. Most kits outgrow their imaginary friends but I guess not all of us can be so mature."
Raystrike liked to think that she a thick skin, but she didn't. She had sharp skin. Insults got to her, but she bit back. Her eyes narrowed at the little apprentice's insults. Really, they were JV at best. They no spice, no flair, nothing worth noting. Still, they ticked something inside of her. "Oh, the Sun God exists, and he will return. My clanmates have seen him with their own eyes, and one day I will too." Her lip curled up into a devilish grin. "No one likes rats, save for rats themselves. You're just like them. Disease-ridden, sick, filthy, and barbaric little-miss Ratface." The grin grew further when she noticed how close they were. Oh boy. Within moments of that realization she had churned up a huge glob of spit in her mouth, and in the next it went right into the apprentice's ear. "Get. out. I'm not asking again."
"The Sun God would choose not to exist if he had to hear you all day," sneered her foe, undeterred, until her ear was suddenly wet and slimy. Xray's precisely aimed glob filled her ear to its brim and leaked down the side of her face, while the rest of Sunpaw's thankfully dry fur bristled wildly. She was asking for it now. Though the leader's daughter had a tendency to be a right tattletale, running off to her father and demanding he exile all her enemies, his words rang clear in her mind. Jus' cause you don' like somebody, don' mean ya can exile 'em. He was right. Some battles needed to be fought more creatively...like this one.
Shaking her head, slobber spewing around her, Sunpaw inhaled a great, big, deep breath through her nostrils and exhaled... a nose-full of snot right onto Rayshrike's face.
She didn't feel the need to retort whatever she had to say. The Sun God would return, the prophecies foretold it! Then she would be able to speak to her god for the first time, and he could respond. Her prayers now fell on dormant ears, but once the Sun God rose again, Raystrike knew she would be rewarded for her piety throughout all her hardships. The silver bengal kept her tail held high as she walked away from the now raging apprentice. She expected some sort of retaliation. Maybe Sunpaw would jump on her back or something like that. But her eyes narrowed when she felt something slimy and moist land on her face. This... changed things. Some careful word from her only NightClan 'friend' echoed. You can't provoke or fight everyone you don't like. Well, just Sunpaw didn't qualify as everyone. Either way, that little rat needed to be taught a lesson.
She wiped the snot off her face and stared the little thing down. She chuckled. "You don't want to play this game..." With that she just walked away, saving her fight for another day... or just when Sunpaw went out on patrol.
"I think I'm already winning the game," retorted the apprentice snootily, raising her chin up as she watched the warrior stalk away from her, triumph glittering in her baby blues. She wasn't dumb enough that she would completely let down her guard, but it would be lowered now that she felt Raystrike was forfeiting this round.
The SunClan Ray didn't have to wait long before her opportunity to retaliate would arise. Sunpaw, accompanied by Satinshore and Badgerblaze, was instructed to head out to the gardens and collect some herbs to replenish Graythorn's stocks in camp, and the trio was heading out, the two older cats strolling casually behind the apprentice. Her tail streamed behind her as if a banner and her head was held aloft as it usually was, taking her duty very seriously since she recently received the honor of being named top of her class. She would prove just why she was.
She had this planned out, and it was gonna be good. Obviously not for Sunpaw. Being a Janus had many benefits, among those was the paints, paints that stuck to fur quite well and dried rather quickly. So, over the course of the patrol she quickly gather some leaves and made little 'paint pods' that would explode when some unfortunate cat lied down on them. But, that wasn't that end of it. Paint pods alone were a joke with no punchline. Something else in there had to be done, something that would escalate things way out of proportion. Mouse bile was that thing. With tick season in swing, she just took some from the medicine den and mixed in with paint pods. Due to the paint's natural odor the mouse bile wouldn't be obvious until the paint dried, enough time for the bile to seep into some unnamed cat's fur.
Having already hidden away her paints, she laced the paint pods into Sunpaw's nest before the patrol returned. She then quickly retreated to the top of the camp's hill. It was far enough away to observe the chaos and not be immediately part of it.
Patrolling was not for everyone. It certainly wasn't for Sunpaw.
The apprentice in question was looking forward to coming back and collapsing into her nest after a long day of walking around with absolutely no reward for her efforts, making a beeline for the apprentices' den at the first opportunity. She was no sooner relaxing in her nest when, very suddenly, she felt sticky and, even more suddenly, her very pretty and well manicured pelt was stained by paints of all different colors and... smells? Was that.... mouse bile?!
Thinking quickly, or maybe not thinking at all, she swiftly honed in on the first cat she assumed would organize something like this: Pikepaw, who looked a little too cozy in his own nest next to her brother. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU UNTIL YOU WISHED YOU WERE DEAD!" She howled as she pummeled him with her paws.
"Wh-what?!" Startled straight out of sleep, Pikepaw screeched awake, burrowing deeper into his nest in an effort to avoid the assault. "I didn't do anything, I swear!"
"IF YOU DIDN'T THEN WH--" She stopped. Very slowly, she turned and ambled from the den, blazing blue eyes scorching across the camp until they jarred to a halt, spotting the obvious perpetrator: Raystrike. "You'll pay for this," she hissed lowly. To her credit, she still looked furious, but it was hard not to laugh at the image of half of Sunpaw's pelt sticking out while the other half was pasted against her by the paints.
Oh it was so beautiful, how the world came crashing down. The (not-so) poor apprentice looked so jubilant to be back in camp and away from whatever horror messed up her fur on patrol. She couldn't help but break down in laughter when Sunpaw's screaming broke out in the apprentice's den. She hadn't even tried to frame anyone. This Sunpaw had underestimated Raystrike's pettiness/resolve. And she sincerely hoped that Sunpaw would continue to do that, but judging by the look on her face that wouldn't happen again. Her, for once, quiet rage simmered in plain sight for all to see and enjoy. Raystrike simply waved her paw at the apprentice. "You smell like dung under the hot sun. Coincidence, I think not."
"I'll show you a coincidence," she hissed under her breath, then turned tail to go wash herself off.
Call it patience, determination, or just straight up stubbornness; whatever the reason, it had Sunpaw playing the long-con. She didn't have tools like paint at her disposal, but what she did have was an expansive, in-depth knowledge of all types of flowers and herbs, their uses, and which ones were especially nasty. Such as wild onions. Though poisonous to cats, Sunpaw was no murderer; rather, she used the onions to attract maggots to a festering mouse carcass, patiently waiting several days until it was crawling with the vile little bugs.
At last, her plan could reach fruition on a particularly musty day, the sky low and drizzling a light rain. As such, the potency of scents was reduced by a large margin, but to be sure she forced Pikepaw to stuff the maggot-infested mouse inside of a plump weasel, then situated it on the side of the fresh-kill pile Raystrike frequented the most. The apprentice lounged nearby, waiting until she spied her victim leaving the warriors' den, and made a show of stretching her legs out, yawning, and merrily commenting, "I can't wait to take a bite out of that weasel. That bad boy's been waiting for me all day."
Raystrike knew that Sunpaw wouldn't just take that prank. She was on the lookout for retaliation everywhere. She made sure to check her nest before going to sleep, she made sure that the water she drank was running, and she never, never said any prayers when Sunpaw lurked nearby. It was how it all started, so she wanted to ruin the poetic possibilities for revenge. The most she ever got was a dirty look from Sunpaw since her little paint pod adventure. There had to be something else...
Then that day came. Going down to zero from one or two, her service was even smaller than usual. That pissed her off. A lot. So she did the next logical thing: she decided to just go into the warriors' den and preach. It ended as poorly as one would expect, with the warriors uniting to kick her out. That pissed her off even more, so when she heard Sunpaw's perfectly reason expression of desire she just couldn't help herself. She marched on over took the oh-so-delicious weasel out from under the apprentice. With a sly smile she took a bite of out the weasel... sweet Sun God in all his grace! She spat out the chunk as the revolting flavor of decay hit her palate. She glared with unbridled hatred at the apprentice. It was set-up... she should have been more vigilant. "Really!? Are you trying to kill me!?"
Watching the paranoia fester was one of her favorite parts of this whole ordeal. It's one of the reasons she dragged it out as much as she did. She got a free show and didn't have to do anything to provoke it; honestly, it was almost worth never doing anything at all, just to keep the thrill alive. Alas, it had to come to an end, and when it did, when Raystrike took a bite of that fermented mouse and stormed over to her, she couldn't help but revel in it with a wide smile. "Oh, a little rotten prey won't kill you. We're even now," she declared....once her laughter subsided, that is. Regaining composure, she added, "I couldn't tell you then because I was mad, but the paint pods was a great idea. Ingenious, really."
Oh, they'd be even when she had the last laugh. Her mind was already racing to figure out what her next move would be. There were plenty of resources in SunClan that the apprentice would have no idea about, but they could wait. If Sunpaw could play the long game like this, then so could she. The ray let the hostility melt off of her face as it drained from her nemesis's. "It was pretty damn disgusting, you know. I've eaten my share of rotten food, and it always comes back to bite." She spat the last of a maggot from her mouth as she complemented her paint pods, to which she gave a curt nod. "Yeah, well, growing in a place like SunClan does that for you. I scared the skin off a warrior when I was a kit when he dumped paint on me."
