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The night was dark, quiet, with nothing but the crickets singing their nighttime song. Sometimes, it got lonely, but she mostly didn’t mind. Tonight was one of those lonely nights. It tugged are her, a bit, as she hunted. Seeming unsuccessful in her attempt, Cloudhopper quit. She instead decided on a walk, something to clear her head. Or maybe fill it. She wasn’t really thinking about anything, or maybe she was thinking so much that she couldn’t even catch a thought. It was rather chilly, so she fluffed out her pelt to keep warm. It didn’t help much. She looked to the stars, little pinpricks in the sky. Deciding she had gone far enough, Cloudhopper chose to stop. Maybe she would try hunting a bit later again, test her luck once more.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 22, 2020 19:40:19 GMT -5
Funk E'tan wasn't sure why it bugged him. It was so long ago. Maybe he really was looking for an excuse to scale the cliffside and waltz into the Mountain Clans territory. If he wanted to steal something, Springclan would have been a better pick. Instead, he walked straight into Summerclan, where the heat seemed to have dissipated into the ground. If they were going to teach their warriors and apprentices how to plant flowers, he expected them to actually get it right. That last apprentice was an insult, a slap in the face to all gardening kind. Really, there were others reasons he walked into Summerclan. But he started by getting his paws dirty, digging up the lopsided violas near the edge of the territory. "-ets on my nerves. Who plants violas next to hydrangeas? A mad man."
She startled at the sound of a new voice. It was quite rare that a SummerClan cat was up at this time of night. She cautiously made her way towards the voice, finding a tom digging up their flowers. "Excuse me?" She said, rather quietly. Her white pelt stood strong against the blackness of the night, a soft glow. Eyes, strangely pale, landed upon the cat. "Do you mind not digging up those flowers?" The Garden Keepers worked hard to maintain the flowers, and nobody needed some lunatic digging up their hard work.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 23, 2020 20:37:58 GMT -5
It was a bit of a surprise someone found him. Now was the time of night they should all be sleeping. The idea itself made a yawn threaten to split his mouth open, but he forced it down. Funk wouldn't have even heard her, the sounds of the night easily blocking her quiet voice. He pulled himself out of the hole, now staring blankly at the white she-cat. "Excuse me? No, excuse you." Overly proud and a bit condescending, he didn't stop in his actions and began pushing dirt back into the hole. "I don't remember who started this whole Garden Keeping business for you guys, but they really don't teach you much. Do you guys even get your paws dirty at all?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. Well, show a little respect, at least, she thought, feeling her annoyance creeping up. She pushed it down; getting mad would only do harm. “Pardon me, sir,” she started with an edge to her voice, “but I think you should watch your words. You are on my territory, after all.” Cloudhopper felt rather offended on her Clan’s behalf. She herself wasn’t a garden keeper, but she understood their hard work that went into these plants. “Our Garden Keepers are trained just as much as the rest of us and more. And—“ she struggled for something to say for a moment. Anger never suited her. “And they do much for our Clan. I think their work is wonderful, and I feel you shouldn’t be digging it up.” She eyed the tom again, taking in his scent. It was familiar, but not something that she encountered every day. Primal Instinct, she recognized, feeling her pelt spike up. “It would . . . it would do you best to get off of SummerClan territory,” she stated.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 24, 2020 23:12:22 GMT -5
She was mad. It was strange to not getting yelled at the instant he pushed the right buttons, but it was a pleasant change. It did not help that Funk never cared for borders, even before he became Nemesis. "I realize that. But just because it's yours doesn't mean others can't intervene when you are obviously not taking care of it. You want what's best for your clan, right?" Funk tilted his head, with a glint in his eyes that said he was having a bit too much fun.
"Look around where we're standing." He made no attempt to leave, just filling the hole with the last bit of dirt. To the untrained eye, it was a field. Summerclan had a nasty habit of having everywhere look the same, the constant tall grass got a bit boring to Funk. Though, closer to the ground, something more troubling was brewing. When you first noticed the groups of little white flowers growing, you would suddenly not be able to not notice them. They were just everywhere. "Besides the real crime that someone did of planting these flowers, this place is crawling with yarrow. It'll choke everything out at the rate it's going, you know."
She lowered her voice, taking in a deep breath. Anger does no good, she repeated mentally. “I don’t—“ she started, but stopped as he continued. She nodded silently. She did want what was best for her Clan, but a little voice told her the tom was not that. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a better look at him. Curse her blasted eyesight. But, nonetheless, she glanced around, seeing nothing but the blurry lines of grass that felt so familiar. She huffed. She knew absolutely nothing of plants, had not a clue of what yarrow even did. “And it’s a bad thing?” She asked, “Oh, never mind. Well then, how do you purpose it’s fixed than, Mr. Know-it-all?” While her voice still had a challenging edge to it, she tried her best to keep it at least somewhat right. He wasn’t really doing much harm, she did not need to provoke him. Violence was not necessary.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 28, 2020 13:16:56 GMT -5
She was trying a bit too hard to remain calm. A little too peaceful. It was why he kept going. He'd never know what they would do if he didn't. Now Funk was almost grateful for the quick words of the League, it saved a lot of time.
"Warrior, huh? Fine, I'll give you the cliff notes." Really, he didn't have all night. He only came here to fix Poppypaw's horrible job. With the way the warrior was squinting, it was possible he was lying about the entire thing. Not that anyone would know till sunrise. "Yarrow. White flowers. It makes you throw up. Best for when you've eaten poison. It's also a horribly vicious plant that will consume your garden if you let it. It's one of the reasons you need to keep a constant check on your gardens with it. I would say I expected more from Greythorn, but I really didn't." Still, they were fairly far from the camp. If the little specks of white were real, they had been neglected for a long time. "Simple, find the source and control it. Then send your little squad of gardeners to uproot the rest." But just like that, he was bored again. "So what are you doing up at this hour anyway?"
It was rather difficult to not explode on this tom. Who in the name of StarClan did this tom think he was, trespassing on SummerClan and immediately thinking he knew everything? But, she had to admit, his information was rather useful. She would have to bring it up with one of the Garden Keepers, or Graythorn, to fact check. Well, now she knew something about plants. "What?" She said quietly, mostly to herself. "Oh, I. . ." Should she be sharing that? Would that make her vulnerable? It'll be fine, surely, she reassured herself. "I can't go out in the day, so I stay out at night. I could ask the same of you," She tilted her head curiously, still feeling the bubbling anger from her interactions with this cat.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 30, 2020 16:35:18 GMT -5
It was so close, like the trickling fuse to a bomb. But even as it sputtered and paused, it only made him more excited. It felt inevitable, and he craved to watch it. Even if he was burned. So Funk E'tan smiled, like he didn't pick a thing up at all. Like he didn't make a complete jerk of himself. But he did know it all, so there was no reason to not act like it. "Interesting. Haven't known a Summerclan cat who can't feel the warmth of the sun on their pelt." The bengal purred, one that gargled till it stopped. "Well, my group likes to stalk the shadows. It's only natural to be up. And the night has it's own charms that the day doesn't, right?"
She supposed she was just so surprised to actually see someone on SummerClan territory at this time of night, that she didn't even bother to check his scent. It was a rookie's mistake, honestly. "Yes, well, now you do." Trust me, I would very much like too, She thought on a whim, knowing that this was one dream that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach. She tasted the air, stepping closer to the tom. Primal Instinct. The smell was only slightly familiar, something she only caught scent of occasionally. "I see. That makes sense." Her pelt bristled slightly, a tad more defensive than before. "I guess it does. I quite like the crickets," she said casually, completely forgetting for just a moment that this was an intruder from Primal Instinct.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 16:41:18 GMT -5
Must have been new. Unused to getting interrupted as her fur bristled slightly. It was about time. But the Nemesis didn't move, only shifting his weight on his paws slightly as the pair stood there. The night suited her more, must have been the contrast of light fur against the dark scenery. He kept that thought to himself for the time being and smiled, "Just the crickets? There's so much more 'round here. Like a good stargazing spot just a lil' ways from the border. Want me to show you?" Funk almost wouldn't have waited for an answer, they were too clear. He could see Sirius clearly up here.
“Yeah, but I’ve seen a whole lot of it,” she said, swishing her tail across the ground beneath her. She regarded him for a few moments. A strange request, but he was a strange cat. Really, she always loved a good stargaze. It was one of her favourite things about the night—they were so wonderful, so far yet when she stared up it felt incredibly close. A part of her couldn’t wait to be among them, but that would require death first. “I’m not so sure, how do I know you won’t eat me or something?” Her tine was a tad more playful, though she was still irked at this tom on her territory.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 8, 2020 22:38:21 GMT -5
Funk could figure, you don't just spend your time awake at night and not stargaze. He preferred things that were closer, something he could stare at and hold in his paws. For as many questions he had of what existed above the sky, he had the same number of questions for those that lived underneath it. That and it would make him way too similar to Berry. He purred as he was regarded. "Now that's a harmful Primal Instinct stereotype. I'll have you know only two of our members eat cats." He replied, just as playful as he started heading towards the southern border.
She laughed, a tiny part of her mind telling her that his statement wasn't a joke, but she decided to ignore it. Despite herself, she followed him. He wasn't so bad. As his figure turned from a clear shape to a messy blob, she stared up at the sky that was already so clear. The stars were only blurs, and she wondered what it was like to actually see them proper. Was it only her who couldn't make out constellations? "So, are the stars only blurs for you too?" She asked suddenly, her mouth going a tad ahead of her mind. She didn't back-peddle, though, only continued her question. "Or are they those generic star shapes with the prongs or whatever they're called?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 14, 2020 21:26:20 GMT -5
A little bit of sugar and a little bit of sour. A perfect combination to get you addicted. It worked well, almost too well, as the white she-cat began to follow after him. Not that Funk was ever one to complain. If it worked, he may as well abuse the hell out of it. At her question, he tilted his head. Course, white cats with blue eyes were known to have problems with their hearing, maybe not necessarily sight. Then again, she wouldn't have believed his bluff earlier if she could see well. "They're blurs to you too??" Funk asked, a cube of excitement in his voice. Like he actually met someone similar to him.
