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Howlan-tyke was on a mission to find his mama a really nice present for her birthday tomorrow. Of course, tomorrow wasn't actually her birth day, but he had learned about what birthdays were today and wanted to celebrate one anyway.
But! To find a good present he'd need to travel, so the little silver-furred tom decided to cross into the unclaimed territory between the Regime and SwiftClan to do it. Tiger-like eyes dilated in hyper-focuse, he approached every rock and leave and flower and bug with the same level of curiosity and caution, mulling over every new thing with one question on his mind: "Would mama like this?"
As such, he was paying absolutely zero attention to the world around him...
“What are you doing round here, kid? Are you lost?” The dapper brown tom smiled at the young kit curiously. With his soft fur and lack of muscle, Roo didn’t look very intimidating, more like a gentle older man. “You don’t smell like you’re from around here.” The former kittypet didn’t know very much about other clan scents, and he struggled to identify this earthy one.
Howlan's first reaction was to hiss at Roo, if only because he was startled. Very quickly the silver-furred tom smooth out his pelt and tried to make himself look much less threatening, not that he had to try too hard. He was an adorable little kit after all.
"Good evening, sir! I'm from the true Renegade Regime," He said with confidence, "I'm on a mission to find a very special gift for one of my Superiors. Would you help me?"
“Well now, that sounds awful fancy,” he chuckled. “Can I ask, what makes you the True Renegade Regime? Are there a bunch of heathens out there?” He really did want to know the answer, but the idea of a gift caught his attention even more. “Aw, why I’d be honored to help you find a special gift. What are we looking for?”
"Exactly, sir! The disgraced former Commander Shule took her followers with her and split, leaving the true Regime here to fend for ourselves. If you abandon your home you're as good as rogues! So that's why we are the true ones and they are not."
Poor little Howlan either did not know that SwiftClan was historically nomadic and, if he did, he didn't understand it.
"Back to my mission! I'm looking for something pretty a she-cat would like to have. My mama -- I mean, Nurse Superior Loelia - she's been working really hard and I want to bring her back something very special. Sir."
“Well, that’s quite the story.” Roo had abandoned his home and was not much better than a rogue himself in that aspect, especially since he was now in a traveling clan, but he didn’t feel insulted. He liked the kit’s dedication.
“That’s real sweet of ya. I always suggest flowers, but they don’t grow many these days, with the leafbare and all,” Roo conceded with a slight frown. “Well, we’ll get something. You’ve come to the right clan for help!”
Howlan was so happy to find himself a willing ally that he let out a purr on accident before replying, "That's such great news! I hope we find something really precious, I want her to feel super special! Do you have anything in mind, Mister... Oh man, I just realized I forgot to introduce myself. I am Howlan-tyke Hayes, and you are...?"
Roo was seriously enjoying this little kitten. He was sweet and brave.
“Well, a pleasure to meet you, Howlan-tyke Hayes! What a dashing name. I’m Roo. I’m afraid my name is much simpler than yours,” he chuckled. “Why don’t we walk this way? There’s some pretty rocks and water down this way, maybe we’ll find a good place to look around.”
"Okay!" Howlan-tyke padded up ahead of Roo toward where the older tom had motioned, but he would stop every so now and again to look back and make sure he was following him, "Do you have a family name, Mister Roo?"
“A family name? Why, I do.” Roo was surprised by the question. Many cats picked up on his kittypet roots, but they never seemed interested in hearing more. Either they were bitter and angry at his history or they were politely disinterested in hearing more.
“My family was called -“ he made a sound, a rough approximation of a human voice, though his vocal cords were not nearly suited to making human sounds. It wasn’t intelligible as a word to humans or cats.
He pulled back and lifted a paw, surprised but not upset by the sudden change. “Why, of course,” he chuckled, ruffling the tom’s head with his paw. “It isn’t easy! Are you sure you can handle it? It’s a pretty special trick.”
"Yes, sir! A solider never backs down from a challenge even if the odds are against him!"
Okay maybe not the best life lesson, but Howlan-tyke was a young kit from the Regime, it wasn't a surprise that he thought that way. He cleared his throat and actually began to hold his breath in anticipation.
Roo laughed. “I like your spirit! Well, I suppose first you gotta know what sound you want to imitate. You can’t make a sound you never heard, right? Well, maybe you can… but is it useful? Anyway— oh, stop holding your breath,” he added, noticing the kit now.
Howlan-tyke, the even obedient type, let out a gasping breath of air and breathed heavily for a few moments before looking back up at Roo. He had a very serious expression on his face, "Go on, please! I'm listening!"
He sat down on his rusty haunches to scratch at his ear with one paw as he thought. "Then you break it down into the sound bits, I suppose. See, making the actual sound is hard, I didn't know how to chirp like a bird at first, but I could make a funny meow! Bird chirps, they're pretty high pitched and short, right?" He raised his voice in a few brief chirps, not unlike a bird but far from a perfect match, then dialed it back, so it sounded like he was just saying the word 'meow' at high speed and pitch.
