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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 15, 2019 21:37:43 GMT -5
The summer was hot and dry, the air stung in the lungs with each breath. Wading through tall dead grass, Funkbeat seemed like the only cat in miles. All others must be hiding, from what hardly mattered to him. Most likely the midday sun, or maybe even him? He relished in the thought for just a moment before letting it dissipate like steam. He had lost track of where he was going, where that was is a mystery even to himself. But like a stream forging it's own path, he didn't stop, only heading further in the unknown direction. Maybe he'd actually find an aspen tree with good bark for once.
The grass fronds parted before the large predator as he stalked through with a sour gaze that would wilt any grass still living and let it crumble in his path. Wide white paws let small indents in the ground below to mark his progress as he crossed before the other tom and paused to scour him with a critical golden gaze. He snorted, unimpressed, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sneer as he tossed his dark brown tabby head back. He said nothing but his raised brow said get out of my way, pathetic mousemeat as he turned and stalked on toward the other.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 16, 2019 20:14:55 GMT -5
Funk's ears tilted towards the sound, curious enough to pause in his tracks to observe the new tom. He'd never seen this cat before, which may of been for the best as it seemed he was trying to kill him with his eyes alone. Not very appealing. Still, perhaps a mind was lurking underneath all that unnecessary steam. A glowering look will only make you look older sooner, a secret he freely shared with the other as he attempted to pass him.
A dark brown bengal prowled out from the dark, one of his eyes were gone leaving only a seafoam green eye in its place glinting in the hot sunlight. The tom rolled back his head, an audible crack could be heard as his lips rolled back into a grin that looked so wrong across his jaws. He gave the other tom approaching a warning look before his one gaze turned back on Funkbeat with his smile that was far from pleasant, "You look a little lost and I'm looking for someone interesting to torment. I think you'll do just fine. I'm Thane, by the way."
"Wait, did you say 'torment', Fuzzyheart?" came the voice of a newcomer. Peach padded out from the tallgrass, eyeing his mate suspiciously. "I thought you said you were going to lead with a more...delicate opening line." Only now did he seem to realise where he was, blinking around at the cats that had gathered. "...Um...Hello!" he chirped. "Don't mind him, he doesn't want to torment you really. I think," he added, with a coy wink.
( dont mind me and faith just invading this perfectly nice thread owo )
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 16, 2019 20:39:19 GMT -5
(no i love it)
Funkbeat's eyebrows furrowed. It was more surprising that this happened so late, rather than earlier like usual. One comes out to threaten or flirt with him and the other one definitely was. He didn't mind, but there was something more important. "You two." He gestures to the grumpy tom and Fuzzy, apparently, "I haven't found a good aspen tree, but if you do, chew on the bark and get plenty of rest. It will help the... mood issues." He then turned toward the other, more agreeable tom, giving him a quick scan, "Your health looks good. Keep it up." In a poor attempt to get out of the situation, he started back on his hunt for aspen trees, "Of course, I am always willing to help anyone. You'll feel happy before you know it with the great Funkbeat treating you." He added, but he knew he couldn't escape that easily.
Peach beamed at the praise the loner had given him. "Thank you!" he purred, tilting his head to the side in a slightly sickeningly-cute manner. "I'm known for my perfect health." Physical health, at least. His mental health for the past few moons hadn't been quite so perfect, but that was a story for another time. "I'll make sure Fuzzyheart gets the aspen bark he needs - he can be kind of a fussy patient, you know...?" he added, too blinded by the praise to remember the reason he was here in the first place.
"Honey snout, darling, this guy is clearly a mouse brain. Don't do this," Fuzzyheart reasoned.
Ever since Fuzzyheart joined SpringClan he had picked up on some clan slang. Then when they left before he could really get acquainted with their wording he inferred that mouse brain was the mother of cusses when really it was probably a step below calling someone stupid.
"Also you will never shove tree bark in my mouth even if you give me the puppy eyes," Fuzzyheart warned Peachblush before turning back to Funkbeat with a narrowed eye, "Now where were we..."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 18, 2019 12:59:48 GMT -5
"Shame. Truly." Funkbeat stopped in his tracks, turning back to stare at the pair,"Of course, I could make you a mix that goes down a little easier, but it doesn't appear that's why you're here." He expected to be stopped in his tracks, or pinned down and yelled at like usual. Hell, he expected that when angry joe approached him, but now he seemed to have fallen silent. He was admittedly curious, curious what they were going to say and curious if they could become new clients. So he stared at them, almost expectantly.
Fuzzyheart stared Peachblush down with a glare that was meant to look intimidating, but instead just came off as raw annoyance before flicking his focus back onto Funkbeat, "Peachblush and I want to start a rogue gang, are you in or whatever? If you do though, we all agreed that we're dyeing a streak of our pelt a certain color, I called dark seafoam, you can't take it."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 23, 2019 0:45:39 GMT -5
...
That was definitely unexpected. Not the kind of gang he expected to get scouted to today.
Did he look like a rogue? Or that he wanted a gang? Or join a gang? Dye? Like with berries? Twoleg dye maybe? How are they even gonna get dark seafoam? That was gonna effect their health.
But how could he use this? Even for science, for happiness, it felt like pulling claws to join a group. He was more of a loner than a rogue anyway. But still, his curiosity was peaked.
Peach gave Funkbeat an apologetic grin. "You don't...have to do the dye thing if you don't want to," he murmured, before clearing his throat and quickly moving on. "Ahem. Um, good question." To be honest, Peach wasn't even sure if he himself knew why they were starting a gang. Maybe I'm just mor of an extrovert than I thought I was, he mused internally. Or you like giving orders more than you thought you did.
He blinked. Shut up, me. I don't need your criticism right now.
"You seem like an extremely talented healer," Peach added, hoping the tom would see it as the genuine compliment he intended it to be, rather than shrewd flattery. "It would be a massive help for us to have someone able to advise us, keep us from accidentally poisoning ourselves with berry dye," he remarked with a side-glance at Fuzzyheart. The dye thing does sound kinda cool, though. "Why don't we try and work out a deal?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 25, 2019 17:13:25 GMT -5
His question seemed sweeped into the grass. Even the amicable one didn't seem likely to give him a straight answer. Still, he never worked well with others. He lived life to the beat of his own drum, for no one could keep up with his tempo. Last thing he wanted to do was kitsit two fools to not kill themselves. Potentially more, but he didn't think their sales pitch would work on those not trying to take advantage of them. Speaking of.
"Well, i'll join your little gang if you'll try some of my medicine." He offered. And I don't have to spend more time with you two than necessary. The IQ in this field has plummeted.
Fuzzyheart grimaced, fun fact about him, he'd never once gone to the shaman den or medicine cat den in his entire life. He always toughed it out and learned to fight more carefully. When he was sick he'd just take it easy and luckily would pull through every time. He definitely didn't want to take medicine and didn't want any that would make him more docile. In fact there was no way anyone could tell him otherwise, that's exactly what those herbs did, he didn't have to be a medical practitioner to know it. What other kind of herb would a guy like Funk be collecting? But his peachy prince wanted Funk so he'd do whatever it took.
"Ick, alright just give them to me and an average amount will do. I know cats try to give me more herbs to accommodate for my size and I don't want anymore than I have to on whatever the heck it is you're giving me," Fuzzyheart said, but did hold his paw out to Funk to take the herb.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 1, 2019 17:13:23 GMT -5
"Alright. I can do that. But I don't have any on paw." He lightly pushed Fuzzyheart's paw down, "I take it you'll agree to the conditions as well?" He asked, turning towards Peach.
Peach considered his options. Frankly he didn't trust Funkbeat not to just poison them for the hell of it, but that was the thing about making your own gang - you had to take risks sometimes, otherwise you'd never get anywhere. Also, what if it gave them superpowers? That was also a very important thing to consider. "Deal, if you make sure to tell us what it does before you give it to us," Peach nodded. "Or what you think it should do to us. Mistakes happen, after all."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 2, 2019 21:59:59 GMT -5
"Of course." He nodded. Well, if he had to, he had to. Nothing should be deadly, but sometimes cats responded differently than he would expect. And if it did, he'd revive them just to do it again. Granted, he now had to be part of a gang and maybe have to treat their injuries, and third wheel which didn't sound fun. Oh well, he'd have to get his enjoyment out of his half of the deal.
Peach felt a grin slowly blossom onto his face at the sound of the tom's words. Well, that went better than I expected. Only a slight chance of poison-related injuries. "I believe we have a deal, then!" he chirped, giving both Funkbeat and Fuzzyheart a dazzling grin. "And you know what that means - ♫ gang initiation! Gang initiation! You're hereby invited to the celebration! ♫" he chanted, in a manner that could incorrectly be described as vaguely musical. "...You can also help us come up with new gang chants, if you want."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 5, 2019 14:01:09 GMT -5
Gang...chants? Dyeing your fur? This seems less of a gang and more of a 'let's be cooky and quirky' group. He was in no Salty Spitoon. He was in Weenie Hut Jrs. A group that Peach lead and dragged Fuzzy, and now himself, around. Peach, Fuzzy and Funk. Truly they all went together great and no one stood out at all in any way. Whether this was going to become an actual rogue gang was a mystery. After being threatened, he thought this was more stereotypical. And, in a bizarre twist of fate, Funk almost wished it was. But it wasn't. And he was here.
