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Post by lumos12 on Mar 23, 2020 15:41:29 GMT -8
“get the son of a bitch!”
The rough words were spoken in cat but were barked by a dog. Pompeiicall was one more harassing the local dog population by been brazen, and unafraid in front of them, his long tail swaying behind him, has he paraded up and down the gate posts, apparently fluent in the language of dogs. Eyes burning with unbreakable cockiness, and he was grinning has dogs were causing such a ruckus, and he was standing with his head and tail raised high.
He was the only cat in the entire village at the moment that caused trouble, and he didn’t give a damn. Unphased by the merits of death, blessed and cursed by both Pluto and Mars themselves, unafraid by the approach that his death day will be arriving if he took one ill-placed paw, leading towards his descent into awaiting open maws of dogs waiting to tear him apart.
“Come on, I know you can jump higher than that. I am within grabbing reach.” He taunted with pearly claws unsheathed, aiming a well smack right onto a dog’s muzzle, earning a yelp from the assaulted dog, and of course, dogs were completely stupid. Never learning their lesson even if it came to the many times Pompeiicall had scratched up many a dog’s muzzles. Furious growls and barks could be heard from beneath him, of course, there was no chance that a dog knew how to climb, but a cat does. A cat was always ten steps in front of a mangy flea begotten canine. Man’s best friend, pfft yeah right, not in this reality.
“Mark my words cat, you are going to pay for this!” came the growl from a black dog, eyes burning with fury towards the coolheaded Pompeiicall, who arrogantly grinned. “Sure, sure, just make sure your dogs grow a larger pair before they get their ass kicked again by a cat. You are an embarrassment, Sirius.”
One by one the dogs dispersed away from the sight of Pompeiicall, the long furred black-based ticked tabby raised a paw and licked it running it over his head, giving his head a wash, before he resumed on his merry way. Pompeii was a stray cat, born and raised in the southern part of Italy, and had migrated from there to the northern part, has far has his body could travel, hitching rides here and there, bribing, stealing, killing has many cats to get to where he was now. A few seasons ago, he was visited by an astral form of a cat demanding that he should leave his homeland, and head off towards the north. Create a syndicate this cat said, make it strong they said. Rule the northern part of Italy, something that was a challenge within itself, but who was he not to refuse challenges, after all, he was getting bored of sitting around, and messing around with the local dog population. A good majority of them were kennel dogs, others were strays.
The one thing that bothered him that, he had only one life. The astral cat knew that he was a cocky, caution be damned kind of cat, so they clearly warned him to keep this life intact, and they will reward him with other lives. Tail standing tall, Pompeiicall made his way through, finding a warehouse, long abandoned, a perfect place away from the hustle and bustle, and away from prying humans eyes and curious dogs.
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Post by lumos12 on Apr 16, 2020 20:13:36 GMT -8
002 "who's idea wus it ter make an expectin' molly ter walk such a deadly distance?!"
That was the about the seventh time Beachcomb had complained, the seal lynx point who was going to pop at any given minute, with her stomach swollen beyond the limit allowed for her. She was already arriving on her due date, so her groupmates were accustomed to hear her complain for it was in her right to do so. Laurelpaw followed right beside her, trying to match in stride of the pregnant molly with everything that had happened the previous moon, it was still fresh on everyone’s mind. The cove had disbanded, and each cat alike had split up into new places, new homes that spread a upon the horizon.
From the very front of the patrol of sorts, Sunstone swished their brushy tail behind them, has they faced forward. The clan had disbanded right after the first dog attack, and it still unnerved them how close they were to actual death, dogs were dangerous and predictable. Even this place smelled of dog, there was evidence and sounds of dogs around here, past gated households, hearing the hyperactive barks of one driven to boredom canine, wanting nothing more to pursue chase on group of unaware cats, and cause mayhem.
Kissingkit was finding very hard to stay with the group, everything around the small kit even if she was about five moons old at the moment, she was still pretty small, and easy to be picked up by her scruff. She trailed after the much older cats, seeing that her life depended on listening on what these older cats have to say, after all she promised her mama that she would stay safe, even if she would never see Lovekit, Bishopkit, and her mama again, even Crèmekit has well.
Crescentmoon just about was exhausted by this journey, everything was by mere chance. The group was highly due to take a break, and rest for the night. Even resting at this point, was risky for the now once former oracle was scanning around for whatever herbs they could snag for the time begin, treating as many minor injuries that came their way. Pressing forward the former oracle, glanced back at the trailing behind Kissingkit, exhaustion had taken a hold of the kit. “Sunstone,” they spoke softly seeing that they had gotten the calico’s attention, by their ear twitching slightly. “when can we rest for the night. We have been traveling hard since we left the docks.”
“Somewhere away from this dog smelling hellhole. In case Beachcomb kits.” They responded not allowing that exhaustion itself was taking its own hold on the warrior, eyes sullen and lacking its familiar good-natured shine. “and where the hell are, we? No one speaks the form of cat has we do.” They added with a soft grumble to make their notion known.
Beachcomb once more spoke up, coming to a stop and sat down on her haunches, making the entire party stop in its tracks. The usually motherly of nature young femme, curled her tail around her swollen stomach and paws the best that she could before speaking. "we are in a lan' called Italy. oi 'av seen it a few times on waaat 'umans call maps." Was hard pressed, and her fierce nature was showing more than usual, she was tired.
“I guess we are all due for a lesson in how to speak Italian?” Laurelpaw spoke up softly, the first time since the disbandment of the clan, she still couldn’t believe that it happened, after all she wasn’t anywhere finished with her training, and she was nearing her competition with or without Belladonnagaze, she would have to get a new mentor, and she knew that Sunstone wasn’t entirely her pick of the crop.
Kissingkit could only gently lean against laurelpaw’s leg, and yawn slightly. This trek had exhausted the poor kit, and she was mere minutes from nodding off right where she stood. The last thing she needed was to be carried here and there, so she kept her complaints to herself, but she just wished that they rested for the night.
Lucky for the group, they were nearing towards an abandoned warehouse, of which Pompeiicall was making his rounds of patrolling, the leader of his syndicate, being that he was the only one. He had overheard these cats talking amongst themselves, and decided to make himself known, only when he was sought out. On light footsteps, he trekked onwards, tail swishing behind him. “Ciao,” he spoke announcing himself promptly setting Sunstone off, the calico unsheathing their claws. “Easy I am a friend. You need shelter, si?” he glanced between the five, seeing two of the five were considerably fighting material, the other three will be placed in ranks that were determined, given that they had their merits.
“Yes, we need shelter.” Crescentmoon spoke for all of them, the silver ticked tabby watching this new strange cat in front of them.
Pompeiicall could only grin in response, feeling happy that there were new cats in the group, after all, it would soundly bad if three of the five, rather he thinks Laurelpaw or Crescentmoon could engage in combat, bobbing his head, he was starting to lead the group back, his tail raised up high.
The warehouse was an old building, but it had various rooms that were dedicated for and served has dens for each member of the syndicate, the very back served has where Pompeiicall slept, of something he rarely did himself. Turning towards the new group, he flicked his tail in an orderly manner. “Cats of the Cold watch Syndicate, go by two names. Their loner has given names, and their names were given to them by their family, or me. My loner name is, Cessair. My given name is Pompeiicall. And your names are?” One after another, each cat of the former cove, spoke up introducing themselves.
“Crescentmoon.”
“Sunstone.”
“Laurelpaw.”
“Beachcomb.”
“K-Kissingkit.”
Nodding his head in approval of each name, Pompeiicall started to address each cat, with a flick of his tail. “Okay, and as for your loner names, give these to outsiders, especially the dogs. Believe me after a time, you will understand what those mangy windbags.”
Without further ado, pompeiicall started to address each cat with their new names.
“Ymir.” Was given to Crescentmoon
“Cyrene.” Was given to Laurelpaw
“Brizo.” Was given to Beachcomb.
“Crillio.” Was given to sunstone.
“Amator.” Was given to Kissingkit.
After that Pompeiicall had allowed each cat to adjust and settle into their new home, he was very much excited. Turns out that Crescentmoon was not at all a fighting type but was more of a doctor, and the now inclined Pompeiicall took the now self-appointed doctor of rank, towards the many herbal gardens that were dotted in the city. “careful now,” he murmured softly once the two had reached the risen plots, reserved for culinary chiefs than two stray cats. “Don’t get caught, and do not trust any of those white hats.”
Crescentmoon nodded and quickly started to gather herbs that they knew that they needed to assist with their overdue patient.
Just prior to patrolling the exterior of the entire warehouse and the surrounding area of which the cold watch syndicate called home, Pompeiicall was taking his chances and went around the cobblestoned streets, and took a moment to listen to whatever was going on, while avoiding any and all human interactions. It was for the safety of his entire clan, and himself. For he only had one life, he wasn’t entirely certain on how the gods were going to give him his other lives, and he was not all that inclined to figure that out for himself.
After all that was more of a doctor’s job, than his own, flicking his tail slowly. He had spotted a longhaired tortie point with low white spotting from a distance, and a ripple of excitement could only break through him. On light paws, he bounded towards the new unknown cat.
Clair wasn’t entirely sure on what to make of this one, he was too hyperactive for her tastes. Reminding her strongly of a kit exploring the camp grounds for the first time, even if he was unbelievably the leader of this entire group, every single course of action rested on his shoulders, with or without the clan’s interactions, plus he was young. Youth usually equals stupidity at times, and Pompeiicall was not excused from the equation for has long has he remained leader of the syndicate. The tortie point followed the ticked tabby back to camp, and was not expecting to see more cats already populating the area.
Pompeiicall raised his head up a tad bit higher, and grinned. Whiskers twitching slightly in his delight, and more of her disbelief that anyone would be living here of all places, or rather anyone was living here in this dog infested nightmare. Her eyes trailed towards where the other cats were going about minding their own business.
“How many cats have joined here,” Clair spoke her voice rough from misuse for the past month and a half since she had left her own home to venture here, a sign from the gods of all things. Pompeiicall took a moment to answer that question draping a paw over his head as if he was almost embarrassed by the question. “They just got here literally yesterday.”
“yesterday?!”
“Si, what is the problem?” he tilted his head confused at the molly’s exclamation. Most clans at least weren’t going to see that much development perhaps until like four or eight moons later, flicking his tail slightly.
“No, nothing.” She grumbled in response shaking her head.
From the sound of things, she sounded German, her Italian was rough but understandable. She most certainly came from the mountains in the north and traveled her ways towards the south, something that wasn’t even done by the bravest of cats, only those who were nimble and swift enough could avoid been killed there.
“What is your name, Madonna?”
“Clair, and you are?”
“Cessair is my loner name, my clan given name is Pompeiicall.”
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Post by lumos12 on Apr 16, 2020 20:39:46 GMT -8
003
Right. Today was Kissingkit’s cadet ceremony, and between her and Pompeiicall, one wasn’t entirely sure of who was the most nervous, the one who was going to be assigned into the charge of an adult cat’s care, or the one who was appointed the very life of a young cat into the paws of another cat. Swallowing nervously Pompeiicall shook his head, and the rest of his body while he was at it to get rid of the jitters, and not allowing himself to talk himself out of the situation, just in an entire moon, the syndicate grew from six cats to fourteen strong. He couldn’t believe it, but he was hoping that it will grow even larger. Padding out of his room, the boss stalked towards the very center of the room leaping on the very few abandoned boxes to start on his very first and one very overdue assignment of cadets to their soldiers. His long tail swishing besides, and that same tail laid beside him, while his tail drapes over the box. “Cats of the cold watch syndicate gather before me, for we have a ceremony well overdue, and a new cadet to welcome.”
After heartbeat or so, he waited for the cats to gather in front of him, one after another. He waited after a few heartbeats to pass, his eyes trailing after the new doctor, his heart started to beat harder than normal, which was strange. After all the flings that he had had in his time, this one different, and he wanted nothing more but to be this cat, but first, he had to focus on the task ahead.
“Kissingkit and Laurelpaw,” he spoke startling the molten copper eyed kit from her stupor, has she looked around her, only to tumble forward towards the front of clearing in front of everyone else. Laurelpaw rose up from her paws, and moved towards the clearing, her own eyes focused towards the leader, and Pompeiicall could only keep her gaze for a brief moment before he moved towards more pressing matters.
Like how the hell was he going to make this sound legit without messing up heroically? Each cat had their attention towards him, and he could feel the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach, swallowing.
“Yep he’s nervous,” Sunstone muttered under their breath, they were sitting beside Basillicaruin, the torte chuckled her breath, and leaned against the calico with relaxed ease.
“Wouldn’t you be too? Nervous, at least he isn’t cocky. Then I would be concerned.” She muttered in response only with a flicker of humor danced in their eyes, as they stifled their own chuckle.
“tell me when this nightmare is over.” Casinoroyale drawled closing his eyes only to bring on more snickers from the two sitting beside him.
“Give him some credit, no one wants to call meetings, and give orders.” Sunstone laughed under their breath. “Shh, I think he’s going to speak now.” Basillicaruin nudged Sunstone with her paw, and the calico could only chortle in response.
By the gods, someone put him out of his misery. Pompeiicall could tell he was already been laughed at; the boss sighed. “Laurelpaw choose your pick of soldiers since we are already overrun by kits.” Laughter greeted his words, and the cadet turned her eyes towards the three soldiers who were sitting side by side by one another.
“I think she’s looking at you.”
“By Elysium’s grace she better not be looking at me, I am not cadet training material.” – Casinoroyale balked
“I lived with her in my old clan, like hell I am taking miss perfect.” Groaned Sunstone.
“Hmpf, cowards.” Basillicaruin rose onto her paws and walked over towards the cadet, already sizing the young molly up and down. “Alright squirt, up for a challenge?”
Laurelpaw could only take one sweeping glance towards the tortie and nodded her confirmation, only having Basillicaruin grinning at the two that still sat beside one another, “Come on you babies, there is only one other cadet who needs a mentor.” She called with an arrogant raise of her head.
“Oooh, I hate her for this.” Casinoroyale murmured under his breath, rising to his paws, and headed over towards the clearing deciding that he should probably get some experience in this. After all, it could be fun, right?
Sunstone watched with their eyes widening at Casinoroyale sudden source of courage, snickering still the solider watched has Basillicaruin made a jab towards him, only have the black solid tom snort in response before sitting beside Kissingkit. Pompeiicall shook his head at the display that took place between the soldiers, amusing as it was, he was pleased that the issue between the cadets and soldiers.
“Glad that you have come to your senses, Casinoroyale. I hope that the two of you will train your cadets into the ways, and abide by the codex, si? Kissingkit, you will be known has Kissingpaw.”
Yowls erupted into the air; fourteen voices were chanting kissingpaw’s name. The small kit puffed up her chest the best that she could, and purred loudly. She could only hope that her siblings were getting the same treatment, and also Cremekit.
Idyllicfields watched the cadet ceremony alongside with Crescentmoon, the two doctors were about to head out and start herb gathering when the ceremony made them stop temporarily, the two of them chanting the newly appointed cadet, and now watched has the cats leave the clearing, and he twitched his ear towards the silent Crescentmoon.
They were going to start gathering for injury herbs, and primary stockade on that for the time being. For that would be the best course of action, with these many cats, only injuries could occur. “Crescentmoon, has Pompeiicall mention how many lives that he has?” the crème tabby spoke earning an ear twitch from the other cat and headshake.
“I have a feeling we should be getting a word from the gods soon about this.” He murmured softly.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we did, after all, we are fourteen cats in, with young kits now.” Crescentmoon agreed.
“You delivered them, didn’t you?” Idyllicfields said with warmth weaving its way through his voice, his green eyes softening at the thought of nursing kits in the nursery.
“I did, five kits. No wonder, beachcomb was so swollen, she was carrying that lot from the moors here.” Crescentmoon nodded taking a minute to glance at the neat bundles of herbs in the corner of the room, and stretched slightly. “ We are going to need herbs, I’ll look for injury herbs, and you can look for whatever you think we should possibly need.”
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Post by lumos12 on Apr 16, 2020 20:48:51 GMT -8
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And truth to each Idyllicfields and Crescentmoon’s word, the two doctors both approached Pompeiicall, the boss who felt the fear ripple through his pelt has he neatly sat up from clearly alone with his thoughts, thinking to himself after all what could both of his doctors want at this strange hour in the afternoon.
“This is a formal house visit?” Pompeiicall asked glancing between the two of them, as the two exchanged glances towards the leader of the entire syndicate. His mental health and entire stature were the whole backbones of the group, if he fell, the syndicate will only fall into disrepair.
“your lives.” Idyllicfields bluntly said now taking his seat, curling his bottlebrush tail around him. Fur prickling now, Pompeiicall could feel his paw pads were getting slippery with sweat, and he nervously shuffled his paws, ears slightly lowered as if he was ashamed of himself for something, anything that he had no control over.
“Your lives, how many do you have,” Crescentmoon said softly casting a look at Idyllicfields, a way to get information in the simplest of ways, someone would have to work on bedside manners. The silver ticked tabby lowered themselves onto the ground, their tail laying beside them, as they turned their golden eyes towards the leader.
“one.” Pompeiicall murmured so faintly that neither of them caught onto it, leaning forwards slightly. Idyllicfields swirled an ear to hear it more properly. “What was that? Speak up.” He said flicking his tail tip.
“I have one life, uno. Just one. I don’t know why or how. The gods granted me the grace to lead this syndicate, si. But that is it. No other thing.”
Crescentmoon lowered their head and exhaled. Typical of gods, they were such assholes. Taking in deep delight in the misery and insanity the way they choose of how a leader would remain somewhat mortal and yet immortal by even a cat’s standards. Keeping their annoyance under control, the doctor sighed. “Okay,” raising their head upwards. “okay, we can work with this.”
“We can? We can’t do a fucking thing!” Idyllicfields hissed softly under his breath. “he has one single life! Anything can kill him, and that is it!” he added fur bristling in fury.
“the gods surely have some fantastic way of making my life an already planned hell,” Pompeiicall grumbled with a paw coming in contact with his face, and he groaned.
“do you know how you are going to be regaining a life?”
“I have no fucking clue; your guess is as good as mine.”
“Dios Mio, we are fucked!” Idyllicfields groaned out loud raising his eyes towards the heavens, almost half expecting a god to appear before them, explain the sheer insanity that they had caused, and then vanish again. But no, the gods were always watching, always mocking the mere fabric that made mortals so different from the gods.
“No, we are not.” Crescentmoon stressed stamping their paw down. “it’s not over yet. We will do everything in our power to make sure, the cold watch syndicate still has a leader to lead us all into whatever form of glory you deem fit for us all.” They already have seen what destruction, and disbandment in two separate clans, one of their home, and another. Not again, not for the third time.
“And how are you not a leader?” Idyllicfields murmured softly rising to his paws, and just sighed. “Look for better or worse. You better hope to the gods, that we get more adult cats, we are overrun by kits.”
“two are going to the father of beach combs kits.”
Two pairs of eyes were flickered onto Crescentmoon, “How did you figure that one out?” both of Idyllicfields and Pompeiicall spoke in unison staring at them.
“Common knowledge.” Crescentmoon smiled in their own private way, which didn’t help the two toms at all. Idyllicfields narrowed his gaze at the smiling silver ticked tabby.
“How the hell did you not know how to hunt? That is the basics of being a cat, you learn to hunt, and then you learn everything else?” Basillicaruin sighed watching Laurelpaw drop into the hunting crouch for the hundredth time, normally a cat, well a young cadet aged cat would have complained about their legs killing them, and would have started talking shop. This one was strange on all accounts, as if she was accustomed to pain, and went on with her training without a hitch.
Laurelpaw still wiggled on her haunches and sprang upwards. Her landing was a bit awkward, and she faintly cursed her breath only to repeat the process again, time and time again. Until Basillicaruin got tired of watching her leap over and over again. “Squirt, squirt stop leaping for a gods forsaken minute. We are going to do something else, okay? Tell me about the clan you came from.”
Laurelpaw took a minute to think about the cove, the home before this one. She didn’t know what to say, but she remembered Canarypaw. She wondered what the grey apprentice was going to be doing now since she left with Alpinestar. The cadet didn’t even give herself a chance to mourn the loss of the clan and blinked back unshed tears. Lowering her head and now just watching the crystal-clear liquid drip down her face, and she just gave a muffled sob.
Basillicaruin felt her gaze soften, moving over towards the young cadet, she curled herself around the cadet, feeling her small body quiver beside her, gently grooming the top of her head between her ears. This poor child, she must not have given herself a chance to realize what had happened, disbandment was rough.
“Th-There was another cadet, um her name was Canarypaw… She was nice, I guess.” Laurelpaw stammered between her sobs, and just buried her head into the flank of the older cat, trying to calm down.
“lemme guess, you went on a gladiator training, ignoring everything but your training, huh? Someone drilled that into your mind.” Basillicaruin murmured her eyes taking a dangerous glint, but the long-haired tortie took a measured even breath and resumed grooming the young cadet’s head as she slowly calmed down, to nod confirming her suspicions.
Yep, never did she ever want to commit a murder so worthy of the goddess of revenge.
Meanwhile, Casinoroyale really realized that he was fucked. He has fucked two ways from Friday, and there was nothing he could do about it. The black and white tom glanced over his shoulder at the cadet that trailed after him, he raised his eyes towards the heavens pleading for mercy or a smiting too. That could work as well, the solider had no idea of how to proceed with this. Coming to a stop, and feeling the small cadet smack right into his leg, and he winced temporarily. Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself towards Kissingpaw’s level, making sure the two of them stood eye to eye.
“So, what can you do, kid?” he asked knowing the answer was basically nothing. After all the kid was a kid, graduating from nursing to be a cadet.
“Um, nothing,” Kissingpaw answered truthfully. “Expect to stay alive for as long as possible, maestro Casinoroyale.” Why the hell did Maestro make him feel old? Cringing at the name, the tom shook his head. “Don’t. call. Me. That.” He hissed through clenched teeth, sighing and took a step back.
“Okay, we are going to through your training in the most unorthodox way, okay? The first thing a cat should learn here, is to charm, and seduce, you feel me?”
Kissingpaw nodded, before speaking up. “Um M- I mean Casinoroyale. I’m okay with flirting with toms but, but not as a molly I don’t think? I mean I don’t feel like one.” Ah. Casinoroyale took one deep breath, processing this information slowly. Nodding, he once more turned his attention towards the young cadet. “Okay, what should I address you has, pronoun wise.”
“I think a tom… or just has your pupil.”
“Okay, I can work with that. Should we let Pompeiicall know or wait until your soldier ceremony?”
Beachcomb was faintly purring softly watching her newly born charges. Three females and two males, five kits in total, the young mother curled her tail around them, watching them suckle and knead her stomach to continue the milk flow into their always hungry mouths. Her purring could only grow even louder has time progressed. Soon enough her purring could rival a small lawnmower, and her eyes soften.
Resting her head on her paws, she curled her tail around her kits protectively listening to each little cute sound they made, only purring in response, giving each kit a warm lick between the ears. She had to make a choice on which two kits were going to be with their father, and she didn’t know what else to at this moment but agree to the conditions and regulations that were brought upon herself.
She knew what mistyclan was, they were kit stealers, stealing young cats from their homes, and brainwashing them. They were dangerously close to subjecting her to that kind of culture, and she got out with her sanity and mindset intact, even if the mere thought made her fur bristle. She was going to subject her offspring, two of them to that kind of pain. "mousetail, yer better not put me kits into dat 'ell. oi 'I’ll never forgive yer, for 'as long 'as oi 'av breath in me lungs." She murmured softly raising her eyes towards the window, seeing the sunlight pouring in, and she watched the dust particles settle.
Closing her eyes, she curled her tail around her kits more securely and swirled an ear listening to each sound they made, which was now soft sleeping sounds, with the occasional squeaks, and mewls. Heart swelling with a mix of emotions, she was not looking forward to this.
“Idyllicfields.”
An ear swirled slightly at the mention of his name, the doctor raised his head upwards and saw that it was Pompeiicall standing at the threshold. There was something in his light green eyes, that set the doctor off, sitting up straighter the doctor nodded his head slightly. The boss quietly padded into the room, his pluming long tail following after him. Why did he feel like Pompeiicall was going to do something really stupid soon, and he had to take it now? A heartbeat passed between the two of them, pompeiicall shuffled on his paws again. A sign that he was nervous, and it clearly showed. Idyllicfields took a deep breath, resuming on inspecting the small bundle of herbs that he and Crescentmoon had gathered. He still had an ear perked just incase Pompeiicall decided to speak.
“So, um, how are you liking the clan so far?”
“You call this freakshow of chowder, a clan?” Idyllicfields snorted his bottlebrush like sweeping the dust under him, his eyes narrowing at the thought. “This isn’t a clan; this isn’t a syndicate. You are damning cats to a fate unexplained and unwanted to the mercy of the gods.” His words were biting and harsh.
Pompeiicall hung his head slightly in response, his heart was still thudding hard in his chest for this arrogant, rude doctor. Of all the cats that he had led on, had kits with. This one was the only one who could probably tell him to promptly screw off, and he would still come back for more.
“So…” Pompeiicall started uncertainly to continue with his sentence, almost feeling panicked here. His heart was beating far to fast for his liking, and he was getting dizzy. What the hell was going on? He wasn’t certain, and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t a cat of action, he was the leader of a syndicate, and he didn’t know what he was doing.
“You think I am a sham, don’ t you?”
Idyllicfields narrowed his gaze towards the boss, he didn’t expect that. Rising to his paws, the doctor took one step towards the leader, closing the distance between the two of them. “A sham? If I thought you were a quack job, I would have left this fucking place for somewhere else, oh no. I think you are crazy enough to have a group here where most of the population is dogs. You have damned us all, idiota.”
Pompeiicall raised his head upwards seeing that he was breathing the same air has Idyllicfields, his heart couldn’t stop hammering so fast, and the words he wanted to say were strangling him. He was aware that there was a good chance that Idyllicfields would clearly flat out reject him, he was not prepared for that. To be turned down like this, all his previous training of how to charm, seduce, scam a cat into doing something that he wanted going out of the door.
I love you. Oh, gods have mercy, I love this rude arrogant doctor. He could slight me with his words, and yet I will still come back. Pompeiicall thought to himself in his own dismay, still struggling to speak his own words. He was just struggling hard, and the doctor narrowed his eyes at him, watching his expressions.
“earth to dumbass, do you copy? Or are you going to keep staring at me like a fish out of water?” Idyllicfields said waving a paw in front of him.
“I copy... I understand.” He murmured softly, “Th-thank you.” He rose onto his paws and procced to pad out of the room. Idyllicfields watched him leave, and watched Crescentmoon pad into the room, the silent doctor raised a metaphorical eyebrow at her fellow doctor.
“Smooth, really smooth.” Crescentmoon murmured softly walking in further, and Idyllicfields narrowed his gaze at them. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“He loves you.”
“He- fucking- WHAT?”
Laughter bubbled from Idyllicfields, uncontrollable laughter shaking the very core of the doctor. Tears ran of hysteria ran down his face, has he tried to control himself. He was wheezing has the laughter subsided, and he narrowed his gaze, claws digging into the ground. His mood completely soured, but a tiny part of him remained hopeful. “He will end up dead must faster, if he dares fall for someone like me.”
“what do you mean by that Idyllicfields.” Crescentmoon looked at him, the crème colored feline curled his tail around his paws again and lowered his ears slightly but his eyes stayed up and directly at Crescentmoon. “Nothing, just nothing. Don’t worry about it Crescentmoon. So, what about Beachcomb’s new charges?”
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