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Even though she'd been General for a while now, it still didn't feel real to Laelle. The small she-cat had been no one in her former life, always passed over with barely even a glance. It wasn't like she was in it for the power trip, but it felt good to be in a position to make decisions that really mattered.
Unfortunately, none of that really mattered now, since she'd gotten stuck in a tree.
"I can't believe this..." she muttered, eyeing the distance from the branch to the ground cautiously. She might be able to simply jump down with breaking anything, but it was a risk she wasn't quite willing to take. "...It could be worse. At least the tree isn't on fire."
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), the resident sociopath who took quite after his grandmother, Shae, who had been a former general herself, was the feline who first stumbled on the creature in the tree. To say that was unfortunate for the General was to be putting the gravity of the situation lightly. You see, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) was sort of the cat you would expect to jump up in the tree and shove her down, just to say he did it. He was a sadistic feline, one who’s cruelty was genetic. After all, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) was the third heir to a similar violent disposition. Unlike his mother, Briella, he had a personality beyond the urge to watch cats suffer, and unlike his grandmother, Shae, that personality was not what anyone could even consider pleasant or charming.
“Well, would you look at that,” he bemused to himself, tone very much the tone of voice you would expect of a serial killer. It was deep and raspy. If it didn’t sound like he smoked eighteen packs a day, the voice may have been attractive. He might be attractive, if it wasn’t for the sinister look that always echoed through his eyes. “Would you look at that.”
Laelle huffed, rolling her eyes. Even though she'd only been with the group for a short amount of time so far, she was already aware of Lenny's rather sadistic tendencies, and didn't expect much in the way of help from him. If anything, she almost expected to die right there on the spot. "Look at what?" she said blandly. "I don's see anything particular out of the ordinary."
"Don't tell me that the little birdy in a tree is upset?" he purred up at her, his head tilted slightly. He was a rather large cat, which was uncommon for his familial herritage (so was his gender, but few made note that he was the first tom in three generations), and i completely forgot where i was going with this train of thought. "Is it really not out of the ordinary to see a little birdy stuck in a tree? Boy, gee, golly, my grandmother surely would be ashamed right about now." He cackled slightly, shifting his weight. "Maybe if the little birdy asked for help, a kind gentleman could be inclined to offer some clearly needed assistance?"
Lalle huffed, giving Lenny a rather unimpressed look - perhaps that was suicide, although she suppose that if she really was stuck up this tree, then she was halfway done with killing herself anyway. "Tell me, Lenny," she began, arching an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling that your definition of assistance differs from the coalition's traditional one? And perhaps, involves more sociopathy?" Screw it, her job in the coalition was almost over anyway. It could be fun to b on the wrong side of danger, sometimes.
"A smart kitty, are we?" he meowed, his words followed by a chuckle. "It isn't very nice to judge a book by its cover, though, is it, pretty kitten? You never know, maybe I'm your savior, your superman." His tongue moved over his lips in a predatory manner as he began to pace the tree. "Either way, it's either my definition of assistance or sitting in that tree for the rest of your life. What'll it be, lover?" He had never been challenged by another cat. How interesting.
"How bold of you to assume I have only two options, Lenny," Laelle called down to the tom. "Though if I have to choose between the two choices you've posed to me, I think I'll continue with the latter for now. We're having a...stimulating conversation, after all - I wouldn't want to let anything interrupt it."
He let out a scuffaw, raising a brow. "It would be a whole lot more stimulating if you were down here with me, don't you think?" He offered this statement with a flick of his tail. He blinked his heterochromic eyes in a manner that was a little too slow to be comfortable. "I do not think it's very kind you are judging me so much, Laelle. Not very leader-in-training-y of you, hmm?"
Laelle chuckled. "I think the whole leader-in-training ship has already sunk, Lenny. Besides, there's plenty stimulating up here. Look, there's a bird's nest, just a few tail-lengths away from me. Perhaps you'd find enjoyment in it if I pushed it off the branch." She sighed, looking down at the ground. Now that she'd been talking to Lenny for a few minutes, it didn't seem so high off the ground. "Speaking of leadership, I actually have somewhere to be, come think of it."
