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"LUCISTIC!" Carriondare shouted into the black tom's den. "We're going on a friend date. Come bully kittypets with me, or throw children from a really tall tree, or glue everything in camp upside down - the Wisteria Throne will take some work but we're nothing if not perseverant, and Glowstar will probably be into it. Or...! I dunno! Scale a cliff with me! Something adrenalising! I'm bored! And we have to celebrate your promotion from Forsaken - you're not a total loser now!! Isn't that exciting!" Her voice was getting more and more strained and desperate, the grin on her face bleeding false cheer. Eshek suddenly crumpled to the ground. "Luuuccciiissstttiiiiiicccccccccc." She was now stretched out on her stomach, face down in the dust, clawing pitifully at the thin air just inside Luc's den.
Truth was, she was lonely. She didn't fit in in DayClan - she tried to make cheerful small talk and only realised favourite torture techniques weren't good ice breakers until the other cat's face was falling in fear and they were backing away; she tried to do something nice and char some apples from the orchard to put in a squirrel and treat someone with, and ended up starting a small fire at the edge of the golden pasture that had her cursing to herself in increasing volume, running around screaming and desperately trying to put it out, and slinking back to camp with her white fur singed and covered in ash; she tried to be friendly and helpful and babysit kits and got accused of kidnapping, because oh, apparently stealing kids while their mother is sleeping is kidnapping now, not ME TRYING TO BE A NICE PERSON. With all those failures, she'd taken to spending more and more time away from DayClan territory, dawdling around NightClan or the League or unclaimed territory, just bothering Bermondsey and Pinesimmer or kicking stuff around trying to avoid going home, where everyone, even Lucistic, had family and friends and she didn't. The only reason she was in DayClan at all was Lucistic, but even he couldn't keep her occupied a hundred percent of the time, and lately she felt like she'd been spending more time avoiding her adopted home than she had spent it with her best friend. She missed what it was like to be with someone who knew her, who didn't shy from her violence, who liked her because of it, not in spite of it. She missed his stupid laugh that always made her feel better. She missed him.
"And you're... CORNERED!" Leucisticcrow laughed as he leapt in front of a squirrel, his paws booming to the ground in front of it. He was hoping to see it jump in place before wildly darting around, but instead it kept on walking right past him. "Hey."
The squirrel kept walking though, its tail high up in the air as it continued on its way. Leucisticcrow may have let it go, if it weren't for the claw piercing missing from the side of his ear that Funk E'tan had given him. "HEY!" He said noticing that the squirrel was now carrying it. "WOW, you think you're hot stuff. You think you can just take my piercing and get away with it?" He asked, his head leaning down in front of the squirrel as he followed from behind, but the squirrel carried on and its normal pace. Before Leucisticcrow could craft an idea on how to handle this squirrel problem though the bushes expanded out to reveal a clearing. The trees were tall, but the leaves were bushy and thick crowding out the sky. There were all sorts of two-leg items, all glow in the dark from watches to glow sticks hanging in the trees with a radio blasting in the back, a little squirrel standing by it, tuning into the station.
"EH EH EHE EH!" The squirrel chattered in announcement, which seemed to make all the other squirrels at the party chatter back in unison.
The squirrel then handed Leucisticcrow the tooth back before descending into the crowd, looking back at the warrior to join.
"Whoaaa," Leucisticcrow said, staring at the gathering that from a distance had looked impressive, but up close he realized he was more like a giant in this tiny party. Placing the earring back in he looked at the squirrel, "You're inviting me? To your party? Thank-you!"
By the end of the night Leucisticcrow was stuffed... On APPLES, not the squirrels, they were okay. But before the night was over they presented Leucisticcrow with a golden acorn and he... What did he do?
Morning "LUCISTIC!"
"AHHH!" Lucistic screamed, panting hard, barely able to keep up with Carriondare's excitement. There... There was a squirrel and a party and... His memories were beginning to blur. Was any of that even real!? He was in the middle of an existential crisis, or at least he thought he was, but the more he began to wake up, the less he remembered of the night prior.
"Luuuccciiissstttiiiiiicccccccccc."
"Carrie... I think I'm the chosen one..." Lucistic said with a scared looking in his eyes before deciding to shake off the night before... Or the dream... Or whatever that was. "And you know, those all sound like great activities to get me demoted back to Forsaken so let's do it. And y'know, if you happen to find weird glowy things or perhaps a golden acorn, you just let me know."
(between this and the squirrels that terrorised deal and sean i’m never going outside in dayclan again, i for one welcome our squirrel overlords when they inevitably take over)
"I always knew you were special!" Carrie exclaimed in a high, girly voice, flinging herself at Lucistic and cupping his cheeks lovingly between her paws. Her voice changed to a coo. "Nothing but the best for my wovely widdle step-son! Turning into such a handsome boy! Make sure to eat all your gweens, Lucy." She pressed their cheeks together and then peppered his face with kisses. Was she ever going to stop teasing Lucistic about technically being her step-kid, if such titles carried on after death? No. Never. The fact that he was so much older than her only made it funnier.
Her expression changed like molten fire being slowly poured over cotton candy, a sharp, hooked grin spreading to displace the babying coo and the sly look of a huntress replacing the sickly sweetness in her eyes. With one of the paws still cupping his cheek, she gave him a hard whack across the head and turned away. "Weird glowy things, golden acorn, got it." That was one of the best things about their friendship - whatever the other one said, they just accepted it and ran with it, no judgement, no questions. "I tired myself trying to wake you up out of that goddamn coma. You plan the day's activities." She flopped down outside his den like a neglected diva who wasn't going to admit she was in a huff about being left standing on the street for so long and started to pick and tear at her claws with her teeth, the loud sounds of snapping keratin filling the camp.
(Yeah, there's something weird going on with the squirrels, I wouldn't trust 'em! xD)
"Y'know it's funny, with Funk we spent our time missing you and now we're spending our time missing him," Leucisticcrow thought aloud, but his calm expression bent into a maniacal smirk, "Alright hot mama," He said before biting his lip and shaking his head, "No, doesn't sound right."
Leaping up onto his paws in a single spring, bounding over to Eshek he lowered his head down to her level, "Alright, I did this once in Renegade Regime, let's do it in SpringClan. We enter their lands and when we're questioned we say we're ghosts. It's simple, but trust me, endless amounts of amusement. People complain, go along with it, it's all well in good fun. And if we get caught they don't have a prison, it would be hilarious. So you in my angel of suffering?" he asked, leaning in close, his acid green eyes intensifying in time with his long drawn out smile spreading thinly across his face.
Eshek held Lucistic's acid green gaze for a long moment with an unimpressed, deadpan look, leaving him hanging - before she finally cuffed him on the cheek with her paw and pushed him away with a lopsided grin. "Fine, lead on. You goofy idiot." She didn't want to admit that the reason she'd pushed him away was because of the butterflies fluttering themselves to a savage death in her chest at that hot look on his face. Ever since the night of the Gathering, she hadn't been able to look at him the same as she had all the years she'd known him. He'd always just been her best friend, the person she was closest to in the world, the one who was there through everything, whether it was just a stupid road-trip or freaking coming back to life - but now, it was like a switch had been flicked. She'd never thought about Luc's eyes before, about his looks or the sound of his voice or how he felt against her - now, it was all she could think about. And she hated it as much as she was intoxicated by it. In the few days since the Gathering, she'd been completely off her game, slow to bite back at his jokes and totally lame when she did. She couldn't be just comfortable around him anymore, couldn't think up funny one-liners because she was just thinking about whether Luc would laugh or not, couldn't walk beside him properly because the second he bumped against her whatever she was saying would just fly out of her head and she'd be left stammering out the anti-climactic end of a joke.
And since she didn't yet know that she was pregnant, the hormonal reasons behind everything being amplified times a million was completely lost to her. At the Gathering Pinesimmer had teased her about being flustered over Luc and she'd snapped back that he was her friend - and he was. He was her friend! She was his! She'd met his wife and she was currently living with his children! There was no way she could be falling in love with someone she'd known her whole life - no way she could already be in love with him! It was impossible. She'd just have to move past whatever inexplicable puppy crush (but what kind of puppy crush had her staying up all night thinking about the copper glow of his eyes, and the incredible shine of his perfect black fur, and the way he sounded when she hurt him just right, and his beautiful grin-) this was and get back to their old friendship.
"So you- you see the sunset last night?" she ventured weakly, and then started beating herself up internally with the force of a thousand fists because that was the most awkward and un-normal thing for Eshek to have ever asked anyone. She had no idea how to talk to him anymore. How do you talk to your best friend when you just want to kiss them? "It was- man, it was so pink." She laughed, sounding physically in pain.
"Oh yeah, the sunset was super pink and um," Leucisticcrow laughed nervously at first before it turned more genuine as he nudged her shoulder, "Okay, haha, you got me, I didn't watch the sunset because it was cloudy as hell out. Really testing me, huh? Unfortunately for you, I do pay attention to sunsets so I caught that one. I mean, anything that I can stare at to give me pain is greaaaat," He dragged out with melty grin, "Oh, but don't get jealous, I like to stare at you too- I mean, get tortured by you too. I guess you're cool to look at though," He said with his all too casual smile, like he didn't just give her a backhanded compliment, but burst into laughter last second, unable to keep up his composed expression.
"Hey um... Maybe the ghost idea was lame," He admitted, but letting out a gasp that came a little too quickly and a little too deep in his throat to the point that it turned into choking. He thumped his paw against his chest coughing before heaving out a breath, "Got a little overly excited there, but what I was gasping with excitement about was TIMMY. OH. MY GOSH. I can't believe I have not shown you Timmy, you are going to love him. Timmy lives in this pit and he says the funniest things, like it's dark in here, I'm hungry, will you please get someone to help me. Like this guy is an absolute riot. Actually, another cat fell down there with him and now Timmy's kind of lame. Like him and the girl had kits and now he's all like, please I have a family now. But I don't want to interrupt HoleClan culture by letting him out, y'know?"
Eshek didn't get flustered and blushy and mushy. She was a killer. She was a torturer. She'd gone through a phase when she was an edgy trainee of using cat blood as a facial moisturiser to keep her skin soft. Other trainees would see her doing it, because she always made sure to do it near to public so she could pretend to be angry at their intrusion like she hadn't been hoping for it, and they'd say 'ew, Eshek, oh my gosh, what is that?' and she'd be able to smile like it was nothing, still dabbing at her face with one bloody paw, and casually say, 'oh, this was Jerry.' Eshek did not. Get. Blushy. But when Luc nudged her shoulder, that was exactly what she did, just grinning at him weakly like she had any idea what he was saying. And when he gave her that weird, accidental compliment that felt just a bit too much like a slip of the tongue, she joined in with his laughter like you'd join in with a serial killer's laughter just to stop them from stabbing you, a bit too loud and a bit too purposely-casual, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Her cheeks were red and hot under her white fur.
But the crush would go away after a few days. She just had to make it until then. She could do that. Then they'd go back to normal and she'd tell him she'd had the weirdest feelings for him last week and he'd laugh along with her and tell her she must've gotten possessed by some lonely widow's ghost whose husband died in a tragic fire. Just a few more days. The desperation to get rid of the crush felt like a panicked, spinning tumbleweed in her ribcage.
Luc's coughing fit caught her so off guard from where she'd just been padding along blindly beside him that she jumped in the air, the fur along her spine standing up and her eyes wide and startled. As he thumped his paw against his chest, Eshek fought to calm herself down and go back to looking unbothered. But then, as Luc started talking about Timmy, all the nerves momentarily flooded away and she was just left with a grin slowly spreading across her face. And as he kept talking, putting on Timmy's plaintive voice, she forgot about all the weirdness and they were just the same as they always had been - her standing there, listening to her best friend, snort-laughing with a crooked grin at how stupid everything he was saying was. The fizzing anxiety in her chest eased and dissipated like it had never been there at all. Whatever changed between them, this never would.
"Can we throw things at Timmy?" she asked casually, that same sharp, devilish grin on her face. "Ooh, d'you think DayClan would notice if some of its more annoying members went missing and we pushed them down the hole?" She moved closer to Luc as she spoke, her eyes huge with adventure and sadistic fascination. "We could get a whole colony goin'. D'you think they'll start their own language? Have you been studying their culture? Will they lose their eyes like moles do?" She hadn't even realised she'd started walking again, just loping along beside Lucistic in the direction they'd been heading as she babbled.
Without even knowing it his smirk mirrored hers. That love for misery only a sadist could lust for, a gleaming mischief for hurt. A romantic sigh escaped past his lips, "We're practically finishing each others sentences," he said with a dreamy tone, jokingly batting his eyes.
"Yeah, unfortunately my mom did notice when I tried to throw an apprentice down there, it's how I became a maverick in the first place. You should have seen Senescence's face when I became a maverick before she did," He cackled, brushing a tear back from his eye, "But I bet if we leave them in isolation long enough they'll create a new language, probably will befriend moles, but will kill bats to eat. I hope they give each other names that are just clicking sounds because they just communicate with clicks and not an actual speaking language anymore, that would be insane."
Leucisticcrow slowed his pace, signaling to Eshek to slow down with him as they approached the top of the gaping hole.
Down below were five cats, the older ones looked injured while the younger warrior aged cats looked perfectly fine. Leucisticcrow pointed, "Okay so brown tabby is Timmy, Marie is his wife, she's the icy blond. Then those three are their kits so that calico is Merrikat, the blond tabby is Maurice, and the brown and white tabby is Dustin, the kits have been a part of HoleClan since they were born. I'm basically their StarClan, I don't give them straight answers, but unlike StarClan I actually give them help if they're struggling to live. I mean, they're just beginning this society, I can't just be a jerk and not help, but they're good at hunting underground and luring animals down below. I can give you a tour of HoleClan on the higher ledges though! Just don't slip or else you gotta live in early HoleClan and personally, I'd wait for at least the mid ages of HoleClan before hopping down there."
Eshek's grin as she listened grew thinner, softer, more smitten with the easy, unthinking way her friend talked to her and the insane things he said, like he knew she'd never judge him, than truly revelling in the cruelty. When he laughed, she laughed too, quiet and airy, just because the sound made her happy. Her eyes never left him, and it was in that moment that a treacherous certainty settled quietly in her gut, easy to ignore for now but impossible to ever be free of: this wasn't just a crush.
She nodded along as Lucistic pointed out the HoleClan family, her eyes flicking from cat-rodent to cat-rodent and her head slowly turning in a straight line as she committed them to memory. I'm basically their StarClan. Eshek broke into a big grin, snorting a breathy laugh. "Man, you're gonna get top marks on your science project. This is insane. I wonder if there's gonna be a big extinction event and then they'll evolve it to survive it, like they'll grow scales or something and then they'll break free and have kits with normal cats and then we'll have single-handedly exterminated the pure-blooded cat species and there'll be a bunch of lizard freaks roaming around. That could be kinda cool. Maybe we could build a big pyramid and be worshipped as gods."
She padded forward to the very edge of the pit, the earth and little stones crumbling away beneath her paws as she looked down at the cats below like a callous child looking in at a fish tank. Then, glancing back at Luc with a slight smile, she flicked her tail towards the ledges at the top of the dark, gaping hole. "This way?"
Lucistic quickly waved a paw at Eshek's ideas of mutating the regular cat population with a brightened smirk, "If you say that aloud you'll give cats like Foxstar ideas. Plus, she's my step mom now so if she tells me I need to make mutant cats I kind of gotta do it. Am I older than her?" Lucistic asked tipping his head back in thought, his gaze staring up, moving wildly from left to right in confused thought before pausing on Eshek with distraction for far too long for comfort. Not to mention it wasn't even a cute, oops, got caught staring at my crush, as his cute little stare was more identical to a killer selecting their next victim. Worse yet, he knew that was how he looked so he only glanced away with what was probably his first time feeling embarrassed in his life, "Wow, I kept thinking there was something on your face, but no, guess it was just apart of you," Lucistic said with a cheeky little grin, playing it off as a quick way to take a jab at her. Plus, maybe she would move onto feeling teased with that comment and not a, why are you looking at me like that dude?
Catching onto what she actually said before he had thought fast to make a comment he nodded a little too seriously, determined to move on from whatever the heck that was, "Yeah, over there," He agreed, but added with a guilty emotion, "And y'know, even if you got one weird piece of your face, the rest of the 99% of it looks good, so that's still an A+" He said, trying to soothe his conscience from insulting Eshek's looks, but then realized he had just brought it back to the same awkwardness he had tried to avoid. God, this was a cycle, he was never going to escape, was this what embarrassment was like!? Wanting to just get swallowed up by a giant... Hole.
"AHHHHH," Lucistic called as he plummeted down into HoleClan by total accident. Not at all because he had an over reaction to feel embarrassed for the first time in his life.
Eshek grinned along with Luc's words with a calm, happy sort of grin, lethargic and relaxed, letting out a little breath of laughter through her nose. When he fell into thoughtful silent, trying to work out who between him and his step-mom was older, she watched him for a moment longer, still grinning, before drifting her attention back down to HoleClan. Only when she felt his eyes on her did she look up again, quickly, just a dart of her eyes; and when he kept staring, she raised her head, then looked behind her, then looked back at him again. At his jibe, said so suddenly like he'd just rebooted from sudden robot hibernation, she gave him a confused, fond sort of grin, her brows pulled together, her mouth forming a silent 'what?', and her head giving a little shake. It was natural, just a college best friend both pointing out for laughs and immediately accepting the fact he was acting like a freak.
Snorting to herself and still grinning lazily, Eshek crouched and hopped down onto the first ledge. When he spoke again, she turned her head over her shoulder and looked up at him, still standing at the rim of the hole in the earth. "Thanks?" she replied with a laugh just as confused as before. "You're not ugly either. Are we doing weird compliments to raise each other's self-esteem or are you just being we- LUCISTIC, YOU IDIOT."
Her scream followed him down into the black hole, leaning out over the ledge with her claws gripping the crumbly stone. "God dammit," she said to herself, surprising herself by how shaky her voice sounded. Darting her head around quickly, she found the quickest - if not the safest - way down and started hauling herself dangerously from ledge to ledge, slowly drawing lower to the ground. "Excuse us," she apologised sheepishly to the HoleClan dwellers, still standing a ledge or two higher than them and gesturing in embarrassment to Lucistic lying at the bottom of the hole. "He's a moron. A-ha." Laughing nervously through her teeth, she hopped down the final length and scuttled over to him, tapping him insistently with the back of her paw against his shoulder. "Hurry uuuppp," she told him in a strained sing-song voice through her clenched teeth, giving the HoleClanners a placating, scrunch-eyed grin over her shoulder. "Or your freaky science project is gonna eeeeeat uuuuus." She gave another nervous laugh through her teeth, waving at them. "Luc." Suddenly more serious, she crouched down at his side, leaning over him to feel for his breath against her ear and drawing back a little in relief when she felt it. "You okay?"
Lucistic stared up, watching as Eshek shrunk out of his sight.
Disaster avoided.
That was until he hit the ground without any cat instinct whatsoever to land on his legs. Instead his lack of perseverance kept him plummeting down all the way onto his back, hitting the floor hard. "I'm in pain," Lucistic muttered softly, which for him Luc was his version of, I'm okay, as assuring his safety would have only brought him disappointment. Rolling to his paws instantly he momentarily lost all strength, collapsing back into darkness, this time unconscious for a matter of seconds before opening his eyes again to stare up at Eshek and the hole dwellers slowly closing in.
"My people have come to rescue me with their HoleClan technology!" Lucistic exclaimed, waving his paws out, he almost sounded touched by the gesture before gazing back at Eshek with a lazy, but bright grin, "I'm okay Eshek, I mean, Carrion Darrrre." He said with a smirk, right before letting out a cry as one of the HoleClan members jabbed him, "AH!" Lucistic cried out before realizing that the hole person was just jabbing him with a stick, "Oh, it's just a stick, I thought it was with some weird tentacle."
"For the last time, WE'RE STILL CATS," One of the hole dwellers said with exasperation.
"Ehh, I'm pretty sure you grow tentacles, it's why I'll never challenge a Regime cat near water, pretty sure they have those," Lucistic said uneasily, as though that was the part he needed to be wary about.
"Listen, we want our freedom, you've kept us down here for moons and bottom line is, you fell so to get out you're letting us out too or we're keeping you here."
"After everything I've done for you Marie! Some of the best years of my life were being someones science project and this is the thanks I get. Wanting freedom!?" Lucistic proclaimed with a wounded expression.
"Again, my name is Antfire!"
"Eshek, let's play house and be HoleClan members for a day, get a taste of the culture. I feel it's very humbling to learn about different cultures and that this could be a beneficial visit," Lucistic suggested.
"Yeah, good idea, come on down to see our personal hell," Timmy replied sourly.
"SEE! It's hell on earth, makes sense, if DayClan's heaven on earth then hell should be nearby underground," Lucistic thought aloud, clearly not bothered by the possibly hostile situation he was putting himself in.
Eshek grinned down at Lucistic crookedly, letting out a little huff of laughter, but it was a strange kind of grin, like her lips pulled back without any true mirth, too drowned out by vague anxiety at the HoleClanners closing in on them. When he tried to stand up and blacked out, she crouched again almost as soon as she had stood, following him back down as if she could cushion his fall, even though she knew he’d want the opposite; someone had to take care of his physical body if he was just going to fling it wildly about. As it was, she’d snapped out a forepaw quick enough that his head hit it instead of the cold cave floor, and until he regained consciousness a few moments later they lay like that — Eshek looking bored, restless and distressed, one foreleg stretched out awkwardly and her eyes snapping back and forth from one HoleClanner to another, and Lucistic blacked out, face-down and heavy, on the soft warmth of her paw. When he perked up to address his people, Eshek left her paw there for a moment longer, stupidly missing his warmth even in this precarious situation and inwardly, guiltily attacking herself for being so soppy, before slowly dragging it back to her.
Lucistic’s sudden shriek made her jump, leaping half an inch off the ground while still staying crouched, and she snapped her head to glare at him with a harmless growl scuttling in her throat. While he cheerfully spoke to the HoleClanners, not seeming to comprehend the danger of the situation, Eshek pushed herself up into a sitting position and sat looking between them all warily. She felt a prickling behind her and whipped her head around to see more cats encroaching upon them from the back, sliding out of the darkness. The fur on her shoulders slowly spiked up. She furiously jabbed Luc with one paw, not taking her eyes off them, and muttered to him quietly and fake-cheerfully through gritted teeth, “I think they’ve been breeeeediiing, a-ha-ha-ha.”
Eshek, let’s play house! The words caught her so off guard that she choked on her spit and doubled over, coughing violently and completely forgetting the horrible cave monsters. “What?” she choked out, eyes watering, still doubled over. Then she realised what he’d meant. “Oh,” she let out a flustered laugh, straightening and trying to play off the tear streaks down her cheeks, “yeah. I-I mean, I personally love other cultures.” How could Luc not? He’d lived in, like, five different groups. It was something she admired about him, that fearless sort of adventuring carelessness, like he could just stumble across some place and decide to stay there, spur of the moment, for the next five years. If Eshek listened to her instincts, she’d stay in the same place without ever moving. It was really only since meeting Luc that she’d become so outgoing.
At the HoleClanner’s bitter retort and Luc’s lackadaisical reply, a grin spread across Eshek’s face. “Hey, if this is Hell, does that make you, as their god… the devil? Luc, you’re moving up in the world!” She shoved his shoulder with her paw, grinning down at him. Then, remembering the HoleClanners, she continued casually, “aaaaaaanyway, it looks like you guys are busy. Marie, thank you so much for your hospitality. I know Luc would love to stay but he’s already had such a great time hanging out at your house and it’s about time for his nap. Next time we’ll have to have you guys over.” As she spoke, she dragged at Lucistic’s shoulder insistently with her paw, slowly making her way backwards with her back paws feeling out each step before she took it. The HoleClanners behind them parted silently, watching them with empty, hostile eyes, like they’d been hollowed out. Then she realised what was so strange about them — being born in the dark, their pupils had grown so large that they almost filled their whole eyes. She laughed nervously when she noticed, a frantic sound that bubbled past her lips. “Come on, Luc, your afternoon snack is waiting at home. Where it’s safe.” She gave him a pointed look at that, her eyes huge, her brows up, and her mouth set in a big grin.
She knew there was a tunnel behind them; she’d glimpsed it when the HoleClanners parted. Hopefully they could make a run for it down there and it would eventually lead to an exit. That, or they’d be trapped down here forever with Lucistic’s disgruntled science experiment eager to kill their sadistic god. Well, there were worst cats she could be stuck with. And they’d be alone… She inwardly shook herself, giving herself a fierce imaginary slap across the face. No, being stuck in Hole Hell was not a date with her best friend!! She was not suddenly hoping that they got trapped down here! Oh my God. Eshek, get a grip!
(I'm sorry I take so long on ours, I just see your in depth long reply and my short paragraphs and I'm like, "I need to wait for a day where I'm better than these short replies!" xD)
"Safe? Ugh, when did we-" He paused, catching how Eshek was getting more unnerved by the second and remembering that although her attitude could fool anyone into thinking she had lives to spare she didn't. He didn't either, but pain was his friend and death was a penpal, real matters like that just didn't have an intensity. There was never any urgency to save his own life. On his to do list of things to care about, worrying about himself was like the 18th thing on his to do list, one that had been scribbled out multiple times and replaced further down the list as more important things came up, like getting into turtle collecting.
He forced a smile away from his face, "Yeah, okay," He said plainly, but inside his heart warmed, Eshek did care about his life more than she let on. But knowing her if he dared to point it out she would go back on everything, double down that she didn't care and force herself to stay in a situation that wasn't good for her just to prove a point.
"This experiment was getting kind of boring anyways, I mean, HoleClan? I better just cover this one up and start a new civilization," Lucistic thought aloud.
"You are NOT covering us up," Timmy said in exasperation.
"Ugh, that is such a Timmy thing to say, man, I'm going to miss that when I cover you guys up, gotta run," Lucistic said, managing to stumble upright to his paws in time to speed up away from the HoleClan cats as they dived at them. But Merrikat was the quicker of the bunch, moving up ahead the calico managed to grab onto the back of Eshek's haunches with her claws to attempt to force her to stop while Marie and Dustin took advantage of Lucistic slowing down to check up on Eshek. Knocking Lucistic down they stood over him with Marie quickly planting her paws over Lucistic's chest to hold him down, knowing he was already injured from the fall and hoping to keep him down.
"Real hot, kicking my butt, action Marie, but I'm kind of going exclusively with Eshek for torture now so you're going to have to respect that boundary," Lucistic said. Despite enjoying being put in a weak position he found himself shutting down the fun early to knock Marie off her paws with a swipe of his legs and hurrying to his own paws to check if Eshek was alright.
"You don't seem that strong," Merrikat taunted Eshek, her claws already advancing up her body to reach closer to the she-cats neck.
(don’t apologise sweetpea!! and there’s no pressure at all to match my post lengths, i just can’t ever shut up xDD we could keep them shorter from now on so we can get them going quicker C:)
“Gonna get covered, SUCKERZ,” Eshek hollered at them in a deep voice, flashing a gang sign before scrambling after Lucistic. She ran for exactly a second before Merrikat hauled her back down with her claws on her lower back. But I’m kind of going exclusively with Eshek for torture now. It was such a bad time to get sentimental, a gushy smile that was as meekly embarrassed as it was pleased spreading over her face like she was gonna look over at him and reach out a paw and start going, with her chin all puckered, ’aww, Luc…’ She forced herself to snap out of it a second later, trying to convince herself that this situation with the Cave Dwellers was more important than the way Luc said her name.
“You don’t seem like you’ll survive very long when you’re chokin’ on dirt in your gullet,” Eshek shot back. But the indifferent menace in her voice was completely ruined by Merrikat’s claws — because they tickled. As she crept her paw up Eshek’s side, she started squirming beneath her, and before long she was throwing her head back and laughing till tears were brimming in her eyes, wriggling desperately. “Stop, stop, stop,” she laughed breathlessly, lungs sore from the strain of it, “no seriously stop.”
Her voice was suddenly dead serious on the last bit, and she punctuated it with a downwards blow so sudden and brutal that it snapped Merrikat’s foreleg clean in half. “Ooh, ouch,” she grimaced uncaringly, and slipped away from the screaming, writhing she-cat. “Love to the children. C’mon, big boy.” Kicking out at Dustin with a blind kick of her back paw like a pony that sent him rolling across the stone floor, Eshek flashed Lucistic an exhilarated little grin and set off down the nearest tunnel. She had no idea where she was leading them or if this even led back to the surface — all she knew was that with the HoleClanners regrouping behind them, it had turned into a race against Lucistic. “Bet I can last longer eatin’ rocks than you can,” she called back to him over her shoulder, voice whipped about by the rush of air through the underground caverns. What had started as an escape from HoleClan had quickly become a competition with her best friend. “Bet I could become their queen in three days.”
