( lol i must have been so tired when i wrote my first post aha how many times did i say place? oops )

It was the smell of blood that hit Reprise's nose first, not the voice of the approaching she-cat. After joining the League the iron like smell and taste of the red, warm liquid that seeped from the bodies of dead prey had become a normal part of her day. It still didn't mean her senses had yet become immune to it. The site in front of her made her shiver slightly. The blood covering the she-cat's body made Reprise feel slightly nervous. The issue was, you could not put the thought of who's blood that might be out of your mind. It wasn't stupid to think that, not in a place like Primal Instinct at least. Thankfully, the she-cat's question seemed normal and not aggressive toned. Hopefully that meant she didn't want to murder her.

Glancing to look at the tall calico she-cat in more detail, she paused, regarding her before answering. "Yeah, that'd be me." It didn't surprise her that the cats of the League knew of her. Many cats knew of the surprising matter of all Funk's siblings somehow reuniting together in Primal Instinct. Out of what odds? Not many that was for sure. With all honesty, Reprise still didn't know herself. She knew she had to be careful with her answers though, any wrong movement or action could alert other cats that she was weak and that was the she-cat's biggest fear. "My twoleg owners were not caring, so I left. I guess I heard rumors of other Bengals and decided to search for them. So far, Primal Instinct has really intrigued me, how everyone functions here... is so different." She trailed off, realizing she might have said too much. Typical her. It always ended like this.

Reprise's ear twitched slightly, she forced out the smell of blood and tried to concentrate on the conversation at hand. Get tough, love, it ain't getting any easier. The voice inside her head reminded her once again. Okay, so maybe the she-cat in front of her was a sight to see but to hell with it, she probably was a loving cat with big dreams, just living her best life in the League. Perhaps all the cats that lived here were the same? Perhaps not quite everyone had gone mad? Not that she didn't want to jump to conclusions about anyone or anything. Today was a day she planned on making friends. Even if she wasn't too sure how she or the other cat could relate quite yet... she was sure such a thing could be figured out. Give it time. And she had to be understanding of the other she-cat, her life might not be daisies and butterflies.

Still though, she couldn't help but question everything about the other she-cat. At the same time though, the other cat interested her. Perhaps she had a troubled past? Yes... yes, that would explain her reply and her views. Of course, there always needed to be an explanation. "It's different for me. I can't say the same for you but, well, being an ex kittypet and all I'd say the League does have... a couple of differences." With a warm smile, that was perhaps a failed attempt to try and hide the amount of stress she was under right now, Reprise continued. "So, you're not League born I take?"

Well, there you go. Lorelei's life was certainly not daisies and butterflies. But daisies and butterflies didn't count to kindness, perhaps one could be a butterfly but underneath there was rotten flesh hidden there? Maybe... just maybe, some cats were opposites. It was a stupid belief for such a cat as Reprise but who could blame the young she-cat? She had no clue what she was getting herself into, let alone how this might affect her life. And some can complain that her sanity was safe, folded in bubble wrap, hidden away from the dangers of the world. But perhaps Reprise could easily become her demon? But of course, the she-cat was naive. She was here to make friends, to become liked and to change things. But the walls she had created around herself weren't strong and only now, that her world progressed that these walls were starting to fall. Maybe her soul was too wholesome but alas, Reprise did not know. Talking to Lorelei was all she cared about right now. What was the best way into her soul? How could they be friends? How could she relate to this she-cat?

The other she-cat's past certainly didn't surprise Reprise. She had listened to many strange... cats and their history. Settling her mind, Reprise portrayed as much confidence as possible. It was time to shine. Or so the she-cat thought. "No, you're right. That's not really what I meant and you're past is a good example of what I did mean. What happens to the souls that aren't broken? Like, hell... I swear you're all some sort of messed up." Her tone changed slightly, perhaps the question had come out of nowhere, or perhaps it had been sitting at the back of her mind, but where ever it came from, she regretted it as soon as it came out.

Murder. Death. Corruption. Three words with cold meaning. These words were something Reprise strived to hide from, to prevent the world around her from showing her. How did she do that? She fixed them. In all rightful terms, her life, the way she lived and her dreams were centered around these three words. The old kittypet she'd used to live with had taught her this and she had believed him. His opinion was something she had taken for granted. Something she had cherished. He had given her a life goal. Something to keep her motor working, continuing forward. It was all she had known. Perhaps she had clung a little too hard to it? Perhaps it was all she had?

The words Lorelei spoke now messed up and broke everything she believed in. It unsettled her. Surely evil needed to be fixed... corrected? But somehow, deep down, she had a fleeting feeling of doubt. But her rigid mindset kept her from seeing the truth, her ways and views were too strong.

"Sure, sure. I get that. But I don't know, shouldn't you try and change? Shouldn't we all strive to be better and improve from our past? That's what I don't understand. I don't think my brother gets that either about me." Reprise's pelt prickled. She had to remind herself again that she was doing the right thing... but was this really her place to say things like this? She had been welcomed here because she was Funk's sister. Overall, she had been accepted into the League. Was it really fair she could just waltz in like this?

Unfortunately for Reprise the idea for a "revolution" was perhaps imprinted a little too hard into her mind. Almost as if a knife had drawn the words across her brain and into her skull. She couldn't hide the scars; they were too deep. And Lorelei was not helping the situation by absently chatting to Reprise about how she could improve her murder techniques. Her blood boiled even more when the other she-cat mentioned her brother. Their best and worst were so different and it angered Reprise, right down into her bones.

Portraying a sweet and innocent smile, the she-cat dipped her head. Don't let your anger overwhelm you. Don't let it take control of you. It doesn't matter what this other she-cat is saying, surely it was beyond the point? Getting angry in front of her would not fix the underlying issue. No, no it wouldn't. She had to be clever about this. Her light green eyes burning into Lorelei, Reprise laughed. It was a sweet laugh. One you'd assume was full of passion and love. "Well dear, I'm sure improving your skills in... ahem... you're... hobby, is... well, most important to you and I can respect that, as you can respect where I am coming from." Another sweet smile crossing her features, Reprise whispered, "and don't call me lady chief. Reprise is fine."

Smirking, an almost judging look crossing the cream coloured Bengal's face, Reprise trotted after Lorelei. "Of course. Your work must be something." She had to force herself to not laugh at her own words. They were all so full of lies and she half regretted pulling back to being so nice to Lorelei. For crying out loud, this she-cat was a murderer! She deserved to pay. Sauntering along, Reprise beamed at the other she-cat. Two cats, so different. Why was the world like this? Hah. Yes, indeed. This she-cat's work was something. Well, it wasn't nothing to start with. It was a stupid something in Reprise's mind. A slight chuckle escaped from her mouth, her eyes almost popped out. Did Lorelei notice? Oops. Quick. Keep talking. "So, how did this become a thing?" She asked, her eyes huge, an attempt at trying to show some kind of curiosity. "When you were born? Like, you popped out and thought: huh, les do some killin? Huh?" Of course, it was an insult, how else could a sentence like that be used? You don't talk to your grandpa, rotting in the elders' den things like that. Grandma would probably have a heart attack if such a thing was even whispered.

What had Reprise really been expecting Lorelei to do? After all, she had been winding the other she-cat up. It would have been stupid of Reprise to expect the other cat to simply nod and agree and continue on with whatever they had been doing in their life. Somehow she hadn't quite expected Lorelei to knock her over with one swipe of a paw, until she was flat on the ground with the other cat's paws pressing down on her throat, threating her. Well, she knew it would have to happen soon enough.

When Lorelei had finished with her insults, Reprise picked herself up, a growl erupting deep within her throat. "You think you can just throw me to the ground and be down with it?!" She hissed, sauntering after Lorelei as she trotted off. "Well, you'd be wrong you stupid cat! No one damn cat is cutting my tongue out, rather I'll be cutting yours out soon enough. Bad deeds need to be punished and you've done enough of those to die!"

Lorelei's insults dug deep and the anger bristled throughout every part of Reprise. She knew Lorelei was a good fighter, she didn't have to know, she could tell. She knew she wasn't the best fighter to exist either. When she had roomed the streets with her siblings, fighting had been important but being a kittypet for a while had softened her skills a little. It had only been recently that she had began to practice again.

Her claws digging into the ground, she sneered at the other she-cat. "Okay, so I'm a show cat. And I'm going to show you some fox-dung." She hissed, her gaze glistening. In that moment, something happened. It was small, hardly noticeable but a strange look crossed Reprise's eyes. It was a look of a cat who was slightly insane, a look of a cat who couldn't quite comprehend the world for what it was. As quick it came, it was gone though.

Stepping back, Reprise smiled a little too confidently. "Come at me then. I know you're stronger than me. So, why don't you land the first blow? Or am I not the type of cat who you usually pick on? Maybe you prefer kit sized cats, huh? Of course you never pick on someone you're own size, you wouldn't know how to deal with your pride being broken." Snarled Reprise, retreating her claws, as an act of defenseless.