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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 27, 2020 15:31:20 GMT -5
Now that she mentioned it, Cadet Huntleigh noticed a Primal Instinct warrior walking oddly. Like he was still trying to walk on a paw that was obviously hurt. Maybe that was him. He felt that swell of pride for her, though his expression darkened at seeing the look in her eyes. It let the light of pride slowly fade to a dark suspicion as he glanced around. Worse, she was talking about this faith thing. Sunclan must have messed them up bad. Huntleigh was grateful he didn't go, visibly wincing as Duskslayer gave his commands. "You don't have to. I think he's right, that there's another way out. Let's get Willowsby and you out of here." They could sneak through the front, long as Huntleigh went ahead. But it'd be harder as everyone dispersed.
Faithpaw didn't hesitate to walk over to Huntleigh's side at the invitation. They played so much together growing up that it was instinct to just follow what he said. Only after stepping over to him did her ears catch up with what he was saying, "Huntleigh wait, I keep having these dreams that I'm supposed to be something here though, do you think they'll understand if I leave with you?" Faithpaw asked him. Darkpaw never really played with her, Allaria was typically kind of mean, which meant that Bravepaw and Huntleigh were her closest siblings. She believed every word each of them said and if Huntleigh felt he knew better than she would believe him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 5, 2020 0:35:32 GMT -5
Cadet Huntleigh held back his sigh. Sure, he was grateful that she at least considered it. But what were these dreams supposed to mean? He had dreams of flying through the sky like an eagle or diving headfirst down a waterfall. Didn't mean he was gonna listen to them. "Astrid." He knew their names, he just wasn't gonna call them by them. Huntleigh turned to face her slowly, pleading melting the icy coating on his eyes. "Do you even want to become something here? Just because you're having dreams about it, doesn't mean you have to do it." Whatever she was "supposed" to do here, Huntleigh didn't trust it. Trust them. He'd rather her come back, at least be safe before trying to convince someone else.
"I like doing what I'm supposed to do, it makes other people feel happy," Faithpaw said, a typical kid response. She was always the good girl in the family, the type of person that smiled brighter when she was giving than receiving. The thought about what she wanted never occurred to her, she always wanted to be the girl in the stories who as chosen for a magical life. Being told that she was special and visited by a mythical leader appealed to her, she wanted to explore it, but she also didn't want to let Huntleigh down. Huntleigh always seemed to think SunClan was silly, what if he thought she was just being a silly person and would look down on her if she told him she actually wanted this?
"I don't mind going with you Huntleigh, I just worry a lot is all," She said honestly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 17, 2020 18:37:24 GMT -5
For as worried as Huntleigh was about what would happen to them in Sunclan, Astrid appeared to be the same. Still a worrywart and wanting what was best for everyone else over herself. It was a good belief, for everyone but her. But the dark tom casted worried glances over his shoulder. He didn't trust them not to take advantage of her, drain her of everything they could take until she was a husk. It brought him a little relief that she was willing to go with him, at least.
"It does. But you can help people anywhere. Be happy anywhere, but here." Huntleigh was already imagining sucking up to whatever faction superior she went to. A bit of bile caught itself in the back of his throat. But he'd want her to get drawn back into the regime, see the magic there than worry about here. "I'll come back and try and talk some sense into Damek, Hakoda, maybe even Allaria too if she'll listen to me. It's okay to worry, but I'll be there with you. Okay."
"Okay Huntleigh," She smiled at last, pressing up against his side, "It'll be fun to be called by my real name again."
"Absolutely precious." Came a taunting voice from in front of them. A golden furred she-cat walked through the crowd, the crowd itself parting away from her. Despite the young cats age she clearly held enough status to make anyone fear getting in her way. "Faithpaw, I hope I don't have to call you Faithless again, because it looks like you're running off with a shade walker. I'd hate to have you torn apart by the janus for that kind of treachery, but how about a deal," She said, her voice slow and seductive, "You and I take this shade walker prisoner, we get rewarded, and I won't say a thing."
Faithpaw moved in even closer to Huntleigh whispering the name Angelicpaw with a certain fear in her voice. She had bossed her and her siblings around since they were kits, all except for Soaringpaw. Since becoming apprentices though she had left them alone until now. "He's my brother, I would never turn him in," Faithpaw said like it were the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.
"Oh..." Angelicpaw said with a pause, "Well that's too bad, I guess I'll have to take all the glory and fight him myself. All while you get executed on the rocks, tsk." She spoke as though Huntleigh weren't there, as though he weren't a person equal to her status.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 1, 2020 22:36:43 GMT -5
It must have been the crowd that kept anyone of importance from seeing them. This was supposed to be a quiet operation, one where he could grab Astrid and get out. It almost was, a little bit of hope in him as she smiled and agreed. But then this girl showed up, and Cadet Huntleigh immediately turned to stand between her and Astrid. He glanced around at the adults as they parted ways for this she-cat that didn't look much older than him. Was she that intimidating? Whatever her position was, he wasn't going to back down.
Just hearing her talk to them like that, like he wasn't even there, was ticking him off. "God, you are obnoxious." Huntleigh sighed, disgust pooling itself in the back of his throat. Whatever, these Sunclan cats were all talk anyway. He'd been training with Shule, he could take her. "Please, just cause you're mommy or daddy's favorite or whatever doesn't mean you're some hotshot. They'll throw you away like a broken toy too, just like everyone else." Huntleigh wouldn't come to realize the irony in his statement, instead gesturing for Astrid to step out of the way. This was just a roadblock.
"God?" Angelicpaw purred, tapping her claw against her chin thoughtfully, "Hm. I rather like the sound of that," She purred. "However Faithpaw is my toy now, if she was ever your toy then you threw her out. She's mine to play with and break."
Angelicpaw was much stronger than the average cat, she had private training lessons with all the Janus members. She flexed her claws momentarily, "But an intruders an intruder," She shrugged. Launching herself forward she was light on her paws, leaping up in a graceful bound she crushed Huntleigh to the ground with an unexpected force. Her moves were quick and spectacular, almost like it wasn't enough for her to fight good, but like she had to look pretty doing it. Quick on her paws she leapt up kicking him back a second time, each strike more brutal than the last. It was easy for anyone to see that she outmatched Huntleigh with ease. They were the same age, but nothing stood could compare to her training.
(We were thinking before that Angelicpaw would defeat Huntleigh, but then Huntleigh can win the next time they meet. But let me know if you've changed your mind since we last talked about it!)
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 14:24:27 GMT -5
(yeah i'm still down for that)
Toy? TOY?! Now that was it, Huntleigh had to get Astrid out of here. And when she charged, he figured he'd be fine. The only thing he knew how to do was fight. And he even begged Shule for more lessons once the day was over. The problem arose when he now had to actually have to fight. They never did in the Regime, other than the drills where his claws were sheathed. Even the few nobody cats he ended up picking and trying things out on weren't quite like Angelicpaw. His own fighting style was rather simple, militant and strategic in an undeniably Regime way. When pushed to the ground, he kept himself steady so he could roll out from under her then leaped to strike her. When hit, he took them, letting her hit him so he could hit back. But it wasn't as hard or fast as Angelicpaw's. When kicked down again, reality began to dawn on Huntleigh.
"Damn, and annoying too." But like with most reality, he ignored it. A bit of blood leaked from his mouth, and he spit it out as he stood back up. He couldn't give up though. Huntleigh wouldn't let himself give in.
Angelicpaw whipped herself back at Huntleigh only this time Faithpaw body slammed her from the side. Angelicpaw's claws unsheathed steering herself from falling. Swerving into Faithpaw she faked replicating the same move only to last second sweep out Faithpaw's legs. Angelicpaw's claws ripping open the apprentices belly.
Faithpaw cried out, her entire body curling inward as the blood leaked out thick and fast. Angelicpaw turned fast, her body leaning left on a guess that Huntleigh would be up and on her now ready to strike. It was the move she had over him, anticipation, capable of thinking five steps ahead. As her body leaned to the left she continued where she left off, whipping her claws into his neck line deep and furious. Enough to scare off a runt like him, in her opinion. "Go home loser."
