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Ever since Jezi had been adopted by the tiny tabby she-cat named Belle-kedi, she felt like she couldn't get a moment to herself. It didn't help that the kit looked so much like her, except for the one eye that reminded her of Narcissus. It was terrible. She couldn't help the worry that one of her kits was missing one of their own – or worse, had been murdered – and everytime she looked at Belle-kedi the feeling came back full force. She'd soon get over it. Hopefully. Since she couldn't move without almost tripping over the kit. At least Belle-kedi was old enough to eat fresh-kill.
The General took a deep breath of annoyance when she barely avoided trampling the kit. While she was getting used to the pest, she still wasn't completely aware of where Belle-kedi was at all times in regard to herself.
Belle, unlike Jezebelle, actually knew why she was here. In Narcissus own words, she was 'annoying' and the Shadow Stalker leader didn't actually want her anymore. Now, this may have made her sad, if she didn't like 'new mommy' as she had since dubbed Jezi, so, so much better! They even looked alike! The Suckling was, painfully, it seemed, unaware of Jezi's particular dislike of her, or of any concept of personal space, as she used tiny claws to haul herself onto the General's back, giggling like a maniac. "Teach me some battle moves! Please, please, PRETTY PLEASE!" She practically screamed into the she-cat's ear.
Someone was failing at their job. The Charged, usually, were the ones taking care of the kits. The fact that instead, Jezi, had to deal with Belle-kedi all day was a rather monumental failure on their part. Then again, she was so obnoxious, they probably turned a blind eye to it, relieved that the little she-demon hadn't latched onto them instead.
Jezi forced herself not to flinch when the tiny kit's claws grazed her skin. Or when said kitten decided to scream in her ear. "Battle moves are to dangerous for you," the General said with forced calm. "You're to little. You could get hurt." It was the same thing she said every time the kit asked. Which was multiple times a day. The former Huntress gently shook herself to get the kitten off.
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-," The she-cat stopped for a breath. "-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!?!?! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE." The she-cat bounced lightly on Jezi's back, claws digging in each time she landed so as to keep her balance properly. "C'MON, C'MON, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!?!?"
The kitten had forced Jezi to take a couple more calming breaths before she finally let out a sigh. "Stop screaming in my ear and jumping on my back, and if you can draw blood from me, then i'll teach you some basics." The kit would fail at one of the three things. Or all three, hopefully. "But if you fail, you leave me alone for the rest of the month."
"Oh, okay!" Belle still's almost immediately, her voice a bit loud, but no longer at screaming volume. Given that Jezi hadn't actually made any other rules than those three, a mischievous expression flickered on her face as she leaned forwards digging her tiny claws directly into the tip of Jezebelle's ear. "I win." She giggled, dropping to the ground and conveniently forgetting to remove her claws from the General's ear until they were ripped out by the sudden change in position, tearing sharply across the delicate flesh. "Now teach me."
It felt like one of Jezi's ears was being torn off. She hissed quietly at the sharp pain. Her claws flexed, digging into the hard ground. Once she (mostly) got her temper under control, she had the kitten pinned. Her paw rested gently on the kit. Gentle, but firm. The kit couldn't squirm out from underneath her paw. "First lesson? Don't pick fights you won't win. If someone bigger than you comes after you, you run."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 29, 2018 15:14:22 GMT -5
Giggling as though the entire thing were a game, Belle squirmed lightly under new mommy's paw, though she nodded slightly at Jezi's words. It was entirely debatable if she was really taking it seriously, after all, why should she run if the General didn't? She could take them on! "But what if I can't run, or if they're my size?" She questioned immediately, not simply able to accept that she was too young to really do much damage to her own clanmates, let alone someone bigger or more skilled than her.
Jezi took a moment before answering the kits question. Ignoring the fact that the kit was try to free itself from under her paw.
"if you can't run, you make sure you are the one who comes out alive. Do whatever it takes and if there's an opening to run, and there will be, you take it. It doesn't matter how far or long you have to run. Do you understand?" Belle's next question made her stop for a moment. Why would kits be fighting each other? She couldn't train a kit. Belle didn't seem to understand that fighting was no joke. She didn't feel like answering the second question.
The kit would learn in her own time, and much to Jezi's annoyance, it didn't appear that today was that day.
