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working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 17, 2020 0:00:59 GMT -5
The youngling let out a low growl as her needle-sharp claws dug at the tall grass behind her paws. Ever since Shina brought Maleah-chan and her siblings here, life had been. . . easy so to say. Easier than it had been in the god-awful sewer she was found in. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as her memory brought back the horrid smell. At least Primal Instinct did not smell that bad. Still, the dark colored she-cat was restless. Restless and bored. A dangerous combination for someone like her. Maleah lifted her pale grey eyes to scan the area around her. Nothing but ruins met her gaze and another growl of frustration escaped her as her gaze was casted back downwards to resume the destruction of the foliage beneath her.
When the loose grass fell to the ground, Maleah-chan gave up on her endeavor and paced the clearing, hoping to release her pent-up energy. Her siblings were who know where doing who knows what at the moment and she was stuck in this empty place. Anger filled her, but not at anything in particular. Maleah was just an angry she-cat in general. Bitter and sour, like a rotten fruit.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 29, 2020 13:37:12 GMT -5
It wasn't that much of a surprise. Younglings would naturally grow bored of being stuck in "camp". If he really wanted to call it that. There was really no set camp, and it didn't help that most of the cats didn't care to keep an eye on the younglings as is. So just walking around and finding one tearing up the grass was no real surprise to Funk. But he was also the kind to just watch, letting the kit vent whatever she was venting on the grass before stepping in. "Bored already? When that grass has barely been thrashed enough?"
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 29, 2020 20:08:10 GMT -5
Maleah-chan’s sharp pale blue eyes cut towards the voice as it spoke. She registered the figure of the tom and her lip curled at his words before she rolled her eyes and glanced back down at the dirt and grass beneath her paws. “It’s not fun when it can’t even fight back.” Her words were harsh and came out in a sneer. The dark blue she-cat raked her claws through the ground again for good measure before looking back up at the tom with a analytical glare. “Who are you?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 29, 2020 20:26:38 GMT -5
That was it. They always want a fight back. It made things more interesting, better than taking your anger out on plants. Not that Funk was one overly in touch with the carnal side of life yet, it was a slow process. "How interesting." It used to be that several cats had no idea who he was, and now they were slowly becoming aware. The question was as refreshing as it was frustrating. "To be one of the few brought here by Shina but have no idea who he serves..." There was just a touch of malice in his words. "So you want a real challenge, huh?" She was just a kit, but he was curious. Deeply. Curious.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 29, 2020 21:03:43 GMT -5
Maleah’s pelt prickled at the tone of his voice and she recognized the air of authority surrounding the tom, but she did not let it affect her. When Shina delivered her and her siblings to this place, she did not prance around trying to get to know every cat that came and went. Truth be told, other cats annoyed her and usually made her temper flare. Much like this tom is doing. Her annoyance was clear and evident in her eyes as she narrowed them. “Of course. A real challenge would be a lot more fun.” She responded, ambition clear in her tone. Maleah-chan did not care if she won or lost. She just craved a fight.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 2, 2020 17:52:54 GMT -5
Kits were always so belligerent. Not that he could remember the last time he ran into one that looked at him with such annoyance and disgust before. It wasn't as refreshing as it was the first time, not that he appeared to care either way. Funk just mused with his whisker before standing again. "In that case, come along. I wanna see if you can handle a real challenge." He didn't give her a chance to refuse, already walking off. If she didn't want to, she just needed to stay. He wasn't gonna drag her after all.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 2, 2020 19:58:16 GMT -5
Curiosity sparked in the youngling and she lazily got to her paws, following the tom. She briefly wondered where he was going and what kind of ‘challenge’ he had in mind. Maleah-chan padded behind him, her tail tip flicking back and forth in irritation. She felt her anger subside, but not completely diminish at the prospect of a fight. Her claws itched with anticipation and a sly smirk fell upon her face. Some would call her a masochist for her enjoyment from fights.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 4, 2020 22:09:28 GMT -5
(i apologize in advance cause i had this stupid idea and jadie supported it so have fun)
Though when they got to a building just a block down, it was entirely different than what Maleah could have thought. It was completely abandoned, with chipping red paint on the walls and dusty concrete floors. It was now just a shell of a building, completely stolen of everything that could have made it a home. Set up in the center of the room was the outline of a circle made by whatever Funk found lying around. Mostly sticks and bricks but hey, it worked. And in the center of it was something most odd. It just looked like a black circle, not even taller than the kit. It made a whirring sound as it traveled around the circle, a sharp and shiny object sticking out of the front of it.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 4, 2020 23:21:54 GMT -5
(Well okay then, haha! XD)
Maleah followed Funk into the run down building, her hard gaze taking in the surroundings. The building looked like it was falling apart and she could not imagine what the tom had for her here, but still followed him never the less. “What is in here?” she asked, her tone more even and slightly curious as she peered around. Her pale eyes narrowed and her muscles tensed, preparing herself for anything that could happen. When they approached the circle, her confusion grew as she eyed the contraption in the middle. “What is that?” she asked, her fur fluffing up in defense.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 8, 2020 16:18:46 GMT -5
"Picked it up in one of the Regime's scrap heaps. After getting all the dust and rocks out of it, it just scuttles along the ground and sweeps things up." Really, the Nemesis had no name for it. The label on it had long since been scratched off. But he found it was good at keeping his lab tidy. Better than the dogs did. "But I thought it was too boring, so I found a couple knives and stuck them on. You know, cause everyone says we're not edgy enough."
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 8, 2020 17:25:30 GMT -5
“Well, they can’t say that now.” She commented with a wry smile. Maleah narrowed her eyes and approached the ring that held the thing cautiously. The circle machine whirred around the make shift ring that the Nemesis had made and eventually passed by the youngling. On a whim, she shot out her paw and batted at it’s side. The machine seemed to take offense from the action as it whirred again and changed directions. It headed straight for Maleah-chan with the knives sticking out of it aimed at her. The youngling leaped backwards, startled as she did not expect the machine to maneuver so quickly. Her pelt fluffed up around her and she hissed as it bumped against the edge of the ring and quickly changed into a new direction. As it wandered away, Maleah watched it go with an interested gaze. “I like it. It fun and dangerous.” She quickly decided, a wide grin taking over her features.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 12, 2020 12:09:26 GMT -5
A tight smile crossed his face as he watched Maleah figure out the vacuum. He had watched it enough to where its actions were easy enough to understand. But it was also like watching the video logo bounce around the tv, waiting for it to hit the corner but it never does. There wasn't much satisfactory about it, but Funk had probably been working on it too long. It was a relief when Maleah said she liked it, her fighting a robot was more appropriate than his plan B. "Good, I'm glad."
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 14, 2020 20:29:10 GMT -5
Maleah-chan gazed at the machine as it continued to whirr, spin, and bounce around. Her head followed it’s movements almost like she was in a trance. “Is this the only fighting machine thing you have?” She spoke up suddenly, her calculating blue eyes lifting to look at the tom. She was very curious to see what else Funk had stuffed into this old building. He probably had a lot of cool trinkets and knick nacks lying around that Maleah could get her paws on.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2020 18:24:54 GMT -5
"Most everything else is still sleeping." And by that, he really meant that they were all still broken. The Regime did a good job of salvaging parts where they could, so he only had so much to work with to try and get them running. Not like his scouts were great at figuring out what Funk needed anyway. "But we can still look around if you want." Guess he was playing babysitter now. Funk shrugged, maybe he could get her to try and flip the vacuum later.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 24, 2020 22:29:37 GMT -5
Maleah-chan vaguely heard the Nemesis give her permission as she had already turned, surveying the room that the two inhabited. Scraps and all things such were scattered about and the youngling moved forward, hoping to catch something that would intrigue her. Maleah had made it across the room when something shining trapped her gaze. Cautiously, she approached the object that seemed almost reflective and broken. It had intricate decorations around it and she gazed at it curiously. What could it’s purpose be?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2020 0:44:27 GMT -5
Yeah, that's what he figured. Already off doing whatever it is kits do. The ones he watched were either sleeping all the time or were watching him take apart lizards on the side of the road. There was no in-between. So when Maleah-chan started poking around, Funk E'tan followed her at a distance. Letting her poke around without being too helicopter dad. "They call that a lamp. Twolegs put them in their empty dens for minimalism but also for light."
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 29, 2020 1:49:41 GMT -5
“A lamp? Why don’t they just use the sun and moonlight to see?” The youngling questioned, glancing back at Funk before turning back to the object in question. Maleah lifted her paw and batted at the broken fixture. Her fur fluffed out in surprise as it tipped over, cause a loud crash to sound throughout the building. “Oops.” She said, not really sounding remorseful about breaking the lamp even further. The blue she-cat looked past the lamp and tried to focus on something else that would catch her eye.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 7, 2020 20:21:06 GMT -5
"They use the sun, but their eyesight is worse than ours. Pupils cannot dilate as much to take in light like ours." Funk answered the question, whether or not she even wanted an answer. It was an accurate enough answer to make you wonder how Funk even knew, but he would only offer a smile in response. One that thought about days that have past. His fur puffed up a little when the lamp broke, but he didn't look too disheartened. "It's fine. Just don't step on any glass and cut yourself open. I hear these things have a taste for blood."
