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the problem with rats (Open to Battle and anyone else)
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Post by mangle on Apr 8, 2016 21:11:13 GMT -6
the problem with rats They were such filthy creatures. Disgusting. Pelts brown as mud crawled with ants- or in this case, fleas. Their noses, pink like nasty, healing scars, ran constantly with goo (or so Mangle liked to believe), spreading disease and whitecough where-ever they went. Their teeth, yellow like parchment left out in the sun too long, would gobble up food many cats would be grateful to have.
That is, of course, if you were referring to rats as in the creature. Rats that disguised themselves as cats were a completely different story. They were sly, nasty, bitter creatures that cared little where they carried their bile. Mangle considered many cats /rats/, but he seemed to be completely unaware that he, too, was a vile creature.
These thoughts swam through his mind, a constant trickle, as he sat perched on the large, green dumpster propped in the slender alley. His tail was curled around his paws, an orange ribbon around a white gift. Burning eyes are fixed expectantly on the door that he knew would eventually swing open. He held himself with his head, shoulders, and forepaws forming a straight line- posture perfect, the very image of nobility. He didn't slouch nor did his ears or whiskers droop- rather, they were held erect.
Typically, he would never come here. It would be up to some lower-cat to bring him his food, but he'd been in the area and figured he'd stop by. Besides, it was nearly sundown, and before long the old twoleg would come out and leave food for him. It might even still be warm.
The thought caused delight to flutter through his chest, swelling it with fondness for the old creature who took such pity on him and his group. Well, he didn't see it as pity. He saw it as the twoleg thanking them for their presence- but regardless, he very much enjoyed the display, whatever it meant.
Pawsteps. He remained mostly immobile, simply tilting his head to peer down the alley, burning gaze narrowing at the shape he saw approaching. "Battle." He meowed, the greeting rumbling from his throat in a hoarse mix of purr and meow.
He gave a light tap with his tail, signalling for the she-cat to join him on his throne. She, he knew he could trust. There were few others he could say the same for. Even now, she could take advantage of their isolation- but he knew she wouldn't. He had true faith, and confidence that even if she did, he'd be fine. And she'd be dead.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away. battle @anyone |
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Post by battle on Apr 8, 2016 21:22:49 GMT -6
the problem with rats He'd told her where he was going, told her she could tag along or stay home- and for once, Battle had elected to stay home. Besides, he wouldn't be gone long, and it's not like anyone would actually dare touch him. The other Guard had stayed with her, and with her in excellent help, Battle doubted she'd have any trouble.
Still, she was a touch nervous when she finally set out, the sun beginning to sink towards the horizon. What if she guessed wrong? What if someone had attacked the tom? What if he wouldn't show up to the meeting place?
Worse yet, what if she was jumped on the way there?
Those insecure thoughts spun and spun, but finally reaching the long, thin alley put them to rest. There, perched atop the dumpster and silhouetted in golden sunlight, was Mangle. There was hardly an admiring gaze from the Guard- rather relief. He was fine, she still had her place.
She picked her way through the alley, stepping over littered garbage and over a sharp prong of twisted metal, coming to a pause beneath the dumpster. She craned her neck back to look up at him, wide eyes a vacant stare until he greeted her, "Battle", and invited her up.
Without a word she launched herself upwards, hooked claws scrabbling at the slick surface before she managed to pull herself onto the Dumpster's roof. One steady she turned, sitting back on her haunches next to him to mimic his stance, biting back a trill of amusement as she found herself still a good inch taller then him. Pff. He was so lucky she hadn't thought to take his spot- Battle was confident if she wanted to, she could.
"Mangle." Came the simple greeting, a green eye blinking as she tilted her head towards him- and the sun-, muzzle curving up. "The other cats slackin' of 'er somethin'? Fer' you ta' be comin' out here for your own food, 'n that?" Came the lazy drawl of a question as she watched him attentively.
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Post by mangle on Apr 8, 2016 21:55:24 GMT -6
the problem with rats On light paws, the tall cat leaped up to join him on his throne, seating herself in a regal manner next to the noble male. There the two sat, until her painfully slurred, drawling meow broke the silence that he'd let so comfortably blanket them.
Drawing in a long, patient breath though his nose, the tom swiped his tongue over his whiskers. "You know perfectly well." He meowed, voice a suave, silky, comforting tone- almost out of place in daily conversation, and pleasant to listen to as he went on. "That I was here to visit family. I thought I should stop by before coming back to the nest."
He paused then, swallowing thickly as he carefully articulated his thoughts in his head, painstakingly selecting each word so he could be sure they fit together. "It's been a very long time since I came to say hello. Was hoping to rekindle some sparks". Mangle was not, and never had been, particularly secretive. Like an open book he had nothing to hide on his pages. He was no diary, no journal, but rather a newspaper or an article in a magazine- something for all to read, something important.
"I like to think it went well." He added in a softer tone, nearly a whisper, just audible for the pair of them as he looked to her, those large eyes searching to meet her own gaze. "I like to think so. I have a few other visits to make tonight, yet."
The male fell silent then, holding his tongue between his teeth as he turned his burning gaze back tot he door. He remained stiff, remained proper, ears perked ahead. He was forced to squint to keep the burning sunlight out of his bad eye, cursing the injury in his own mind. He'd always hated it, hated the thought of being broken, being damaged. Luckily it had yet to cause a problem in a fight, but there was a first time for everything.
"Do you visit your family?" He asked suddenly- or it may have appeared to be sudden, but he'd thought those words over a couple times in the past. Only now, in the peace of dusk, with the crickets chirping and the monsters rumbling to their nests, did he think to ask. Not that he really cared- but it might pass the time.
Then again, Battle didn't like small-talk. But maybe some irritation on his Guard's behalf could be amusing.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away. battle @anyone |
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Post by battle on Apr 9, 2016 10:15:54 GMT -6
the problem with rats Her muzzle, parted in a lazy smile, quickly closed up and drew into a slight frown. This is why she didn't like chit-chat, cats either rambled or tried to correct you, or something.
Still, the large she-cat listened in silence as Mangle went on, attentive as always. You never knew when something he said was going to be important, so she figured she may as well just listen. She met his eyes for a moment, breaking to look away after a few words. It was a subconscious show of respect, after all- to not stare down your higher ups.
The tom fell silent, and she let the peace rest between them. This was her element- seated beside another at in quiet, knowing neither had bad blood for the other. She liked it, enjoyed it, and the she-cat had just been about to relax when his silken voice piped up again. "Do you visit your family?" He asked, and her thoughts raced back to another place- the broken porch the remnants of her family- a disgraced mother and father- stayed. The house they resided in was occupied by twolegs, who luckily hadn't noticed the pair hiding out underneath it.
Battle saw no reason to visit. They were lower-cats now, or even crows. In fact, she wasn't even sure if both were still alive, and though the thought of her mother being dead caused a small twinge of grief- Battle figured it was for the best, anyway.
"Nah." She answered simply after a few moments, ears flicking back. "Nah, no, I don't." Her tail twitched and fur bristled slightly in silent signs she didn't care much to be asked again, closing her muzzle and letting silence settle between the pair of them again.
She'd rather wait in peaceful quiet for the twoleg.
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Post by mangle on Apr 10, 2016 8:05:17 GMT -6
the problem with rats Her simple answer was unsurprising. For a cat as anti-social and brutal as the guard, he'd expect nothing less. While plenty of cats in his gang still had strong connections to their loved ones... high ranks seemed be be an exception.
Or maybe the two of them were just rot-heads. It could be either one, really. Well, in fact, it was probably just their own attitudes causing the problem. Mangle was smart enough to realize and accept that fact- not that he'd do anything about it.
There he sat in silence, not bothering to ask anything else once she'd started to oh-so-predictable bristle as the conversation was turned to her. He had to admit, it was sort of amusing, like poking an ant's nest with a stick. It was funny but eventually you stopped, because if a stray ant got too far up the stick and started stinging you- well, that'd hurt, and you deserved it.
So he left her well enough alone and grumbled, pushing himself to stand and blinking towards the door again. "Let's just go." He decided, pushing forward to jump from the dumpster, landing lightly on the cement below. It was cold, damp, rough- entirely unpleasant under his paws. He winced, before Mangle looked up to see if Battle would follow, torn ears perked up and bad eye squeezed shut. "Some other cats can bring it for us, and the twoleg might not even have something tonight." He explained, just incase she'd do otherwise.
Regardless of what Battle decided, the tom would turn and begin the slow trek back to the nest. As usual his strides were slow and careful as he made his way down the Alley, tail swaying high above his head. If she followed, so be it- if not, he figured she'd probably bring him some scraps if any were tossed out.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away. battle @anyone |
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Post by battle on Apr 12, 2016 22:53:20 GMT -6
the problem with rats The quiet that passed between them did not go unloved by the she-cat. She let out a contented sigh, tensed muscles slacking and bristled fur lowering. She let her mind wander, eyes listlessly scanning the alley on either end. Battle wasn't sure how long they'd be here, waiting, waiting, waiting- but she was willing to wait however long he wanted to. After all, it'd mean she got second go at some of the best food in the place. Who didn't want that? Then again... she got second pick anyway, so, uh, it didn't really matter that much. "Let's just go." The tom beside her rasped as he moved himself to stand. Her ears swiveled and she turned to look at him in surprise, leaning forward to peer down where he landed lightly on the hard ground below. "Some other cats can bring it for us, and the twoleg might not even have something tonight." He went on to elaborate, and her whiskers twitched with a frown. - They always have something-, she thought bitterly, though Battle didn't argue. She slowly and languidly stood, stretching out each foot in turn as if the few minutes spent sitting would have stiffened them. She took a minute to dip into a luxurious stretch, a series of delicious pops sounding from her spine before she straightened back up. Long legs reached out to meet the ground as she jumped down, quickly trotting ahead. She fell in behind the tom, letting him lead and flashing a small, plastic smile as they neared the edge of the alley and he looked back, dipping her head in a small nod as they moved along. "I'm comin'" She drawled out. (I think finished unless someone else jumps in!  ) [/quote] |
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