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[Catalyst de Sadira]

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          For the first time since abandoned into Dahlia de Mai, Catalyst began to feel traces of longing and confusion slowly ebbing into greater emotions and need. Perhaps the rest of her siblings felt the same way (or maybe not), but it seemed to be, even at this young of an age so far, that Catalyst was slowly coming to her realizations. Although Catalyst was too young yet to fully comprehend the situation to where her mother simply dropped her in the care of another family member, the instinctual need for a mother's touch was sure enough to cause feelings of discomfort and distance (and it was definitely a recognizable thing, for the scent of mother was unique in its own, and the scent of Cercelee was entirely different, but somewhat of the same kind. It was hard to explain, but Catalyst knew, simply by instinct, that Cercelee and Anka were two completely different individuals, and that her real mother was not present). To snuggle against mother's fur again, to feel warmed and safe by her embrace and hold, to feel that connection that was only sacred to mother and offspring. All of that was simply non-existant to Catalyst, no matter how much Cercelee might have proved to be a guardian figure to her.
          Cercelee would have to prove herself over time, and Catalyst was surely warming up to her so far, for she had been nothing but gentle and considerate, and watched over the litter as if they were of her own bearing. Life honestly wasn't even that bad whatsoever, at least they had a sturdy roof over their head and Cercelee would come home to provide lavishing rabbit meals. Today Catalyst wandered from the safe confines of the church once again, this time bounding about in the orchard, temporarily taking her mind off that strange instinctual feeling of bonding. The flowers here bloomed in full season, their sweet smell filling the warm spring air. She was mesmerized by their colors and perfume, and was taking option to actually eat some, in which they didn't taste as pretty as they looked, nor how they smelled. "Pfft! Yuck!" She spat out some petals, regretting to even take a bite off of one.

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words: 347 I've got soul but I'm not a soldier Time was flying by, it seemed... Already bright flowers were in full bloom, the forest's trees were rich with verdant leaves, and the air was filled with the sounds of chattering squirrels, croaking frogs, and singing birds. In another moon's time, it would be summer. It was warm enough now - something about the vivid sun promised a hot season this year. Slay was fond of springtime, as it was the perfect climate for his thick coat of heavy fur. He disliked the winter because it reminded him of the home he'd run away from, the icy wasteland of a mountain. Spring was perfect, not too hot, not too snowy. And spring marked when he had arrived in this land last year... Slay nosed the swinging door open, padding down the church steps to land on the fresh grassy carpet outside. He inhaled the aromas deeply, a smile wreathing his muzzle as he ambled towards the orchard for a walk. Cercelee was out hunting, presumably; they had not seen each other for a little while again, but the pups had been keeping him occupied. First Roulette by the seashore, then Avarice getting into mischief the other day... The mismatched puppies, with their quilt of various fur and eye colours, were really growing on him. He only wished he could say the same of them; with their almost unanimous denial of English, it felt as though they were rejecting him as their father-figure. He would have to keep trying. The vineyard was scenic with its twining grape stalks and pungent flowers. Slay yawned drowsily, lulled to sleepiness by the droning of honeybees. His white-tipped ears perked up at the sound of a squeaky young voice nearby, though, and a smile quirked onto his black lips as he realized it was one of the de Sadira brood. Peering around the wizened trunk of a stunted apple tree, he saw the snowy-white fur of Anka's daughter Catalyst. "Hello there, Cat," he drawled, pale eyes friendly. "Find something tasty out here? It'll be a long time before there are any grapes..."

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          With the taste of the flowers evident and strong on her tongue, she hocked up nice sized saliva to spit out to try and rid of the taste from her tongue, but to no avail did it stick. A snowy paw began to smash the remaining flower stock, as if it was a revenge for the foul taste it done to her. It was then a mismatched appearance was instantly behind her, one of which that nearly scared the fur off her (merely because she was smashing property of Dahlia, no matter how insignificant the flowers might be in size). Turning on the pads of her heels, she spun around to meet the two-toned male, one of which Catalyst couldn't take her eyes off his piercing blue eyes when she initially met him.
          Even though it wasn't Slay's fault directly, his presence made things seem more foreign in Dahlia than it should have been. It was blatantly clear that the two were in no way blood related, for their colors and eye composition were on different ends of the spectrum. Not to mention the fact that, well, Catalyst never really had a father-type figure, or any older males in her life up until this point. A little out of the ordinary, kind of weird. She was so used to feminine care, even while Cercelee didn't exactly win her trust over one hundred percent, an older male influence would be twice as difficult to achieve any status of trust or foundation.
          At Slay's warm greeting, the pup wore somewhat of a half-sulk, half-grimace. Not at his company, however; she was still perturbed about eating that silly flower! "Hello, Mist'ur Slay." She simply stated, her young voice heavily laced with her German accent. "Nein, nicht gut." Making a disgusted face, her muzzle motioned over to the trampled flowers she smashed. Even though she was indeed not impressed by the taste on her tongue, she also held a wary glance, wondering if Slay were to say anything about the flowers she demolished. Hoping that he wouldn't, she instead tilted her head in inquiry of what he previously said about grapes in his sentence. "Gr... gra'hpes? Grapes?!" Wasn't sure what Slay was talking about, she never really experienced any sort of exotic fruits, or really anything remotely related to produce and the like yet. "Was sind die?" Hopefully Slay would be able to somewhat comprehend what she was trying to say, as she wore a quizzical look with her head tilted to the side, but her dual eyes flickered with sudden curiosity in the word.

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words: 419 I've got soul but I'm not a soldier If not for her one eye of silver-steel, she might as well be Aniketos... The thought of his younger cousin made him smile, albeit sadly. When he had run away from his home as an adolescent, he had to leave his relative behind as well, despite their sibling-like relationship. Seeing the bonds of family all across this land sometimes made him miss her, wonder if she had succeeded in running away as well, mused whether she had settled down or if she was as strong-willed as she used to be when they were young together. Well. It wasn't fair to compare young Catalyst to his Ani, resemblances notwithstanding. The ghosts of one's past might never catch up to the present again... "Heh heheh, were you trying to eat flowers? That's rabbit food," he chuckled in amusement. Her crinkled expression was filled with such disdain for the colourful petals she had stamped into the ground. He was in a fine mood, after hearing her greet him with his own language. He had no intention of erasing their foreign heritage, but it was difficult to stand about as an outsider listening to the siblings chattering away in German. There was no way to determine who started which fight, or who said what insult, or any of the other moderating that good parents were supposed to handle. They needed an interpreter, not a pupsitter... "You should be careful around all these flowers, though - you might meet a honeybee!" It was no real concern that she was squishing the offending plant, but he smiled and poked his nose towards one of the bumbling insects buzzing past him. The fuzzy yellow bee had been attracted by the petals, but he did not want the white pup to get stung. She seemed to light up with an inquisitive energy at the mention of food. At first he thought she might still be hungry, but he realized with no small amount of pride that it was the word itself she was curious about. "Grapes? Grapes are food, they're fruit! They grow out here on these vines... Do you know any kinds of fruit? Apples, raspberries, blueberries...?" The more vocabulary he covered, the more likely Catalyst might know some of them. Perhaps he had odd tastes for a wolf, but Slay liked sampling the colourful berries, as well as his favourite prey, fish. As the Head Hunter, he had to snag a lot of rabbits and deer, but springtime meant he could go fishing again...! Joy!

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          Giving her head a classic cute puppy tilt, Catalyst for a moment tried to comprehend what Slay noted about the flowers being food for another species. "'Wrabbit food. Rabbit food." The young female said finally, thoughtful for a second, but looking up to Slay with a small smile spread on her maw. Correcting her childish slur, even while German was her native language (and would of course always be her first language to speak), coming here she tried to relate to the adults even while she was more comfortable speaking in her native tongue, for none of them even knew a lick of German from what was heard so far. "Rabbit food! No'h good, 's like th' meats... anyway!" She said, beaming up at Slay with her small smile when she heard his chuckle, and decided to agree that rabbit food wasn't meant to be Luperci or canine food in the least.
          When Slay heeded to be careful around the flowers, for honeybees were on the constant buzz, Catalyst did her best to try and follow each and every word that dropped from his jaws as if every word meant life or death. It took her a second to put the sentence together, when Slay motioned his nose past one of the buzzing bees. "Oh." She simply stated, watching as that very honeybee settled on some violet flowers not too far away from the pair. Lifting an ivory paw (and unknowing of the real danger they possessed), Catalyst tried to swipe at the bee, in which it immediately took off from the flower and buzzed elsewhere, fortunately. Looking to Slay again, she smiled. "Honigbiene." Said with a nod. "Honigbiene. Honeybee. In Deutsch!" For one thing, Catalyst loved to share her heritage, and since the adults spoke all this English, perhaps Catalyst wanted them to get a little familiar with German too, just so they could perhaps have an easier time identifying with not only herself, but with her siblings too. With Slay getting acquaited with the de Sadira batch, Catalyst was curious to know if perhaps her other siblings had tried to teach Slay some choice words in German. Even though he was still a wary figure to her in general, for Slay to learn German would be a much easier ordeal for Catalyst to be confident with him, for sharing a native language in some cases could mean you were instantly family, just by the language itself.
          With the explanation of grapes and the list of fruits that came after, there were two that she knew immediately, and in her own excitement she hopped on her paws. "Raspberries, blueberries!" Apples weren't familiar with her yet, but fruits such as berries and citrus fruits were supposed to be big export items from the homeland Germany herself. "Wissen sie... apricots, peaches?" The topic of fruit seemed to interest her greatly at the moment, although Catalyst couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was just that random curiosity of the world that puppies had!

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Words: 358 ooc: Aww, Cat's so cute... =^^= I'm having a little trouble reading your tables in Firefox, though, all the fonts are huge...! Thought I should mention it. :3 I've got soul but I'm not a soldier The arctic wolf couldn't keep his smile from spreading as Catalyst stumbled through a full sentence, her light puppy voice coloured with her foreign accent. There was something painfully adorable about her broken English - an effervescent innocence that would fade so quickly as she and her siblings grew up. They might even forget parts of their German as they mastered the native tongue of this land, a sad truth. For now, caught between two worlds, they could happily tread in the middle. "You've got that right, Cat. Rabbit food's no good for us! Nein good..." He cocked his head rakishly, feeling clever for having caught a word for himself. Whenever the puppies squabbled over food or space, the first indignant squeal was always 'Nein!' He didn't know 'yes', but he was fairly certain that this one meant 'no'. It felt like he had finally done something right when the snowy-white pup offered him a new word. He was being given permission to enter their world, in a sense; to partake in the private conversations that rattled by so quickly. "Hon... ig... bee. Hunnigbeen. Honey-bien. Eh, it's kind of a cute word," he admitted, struggling to say it with the same natural inflection Cat had. Slay had never really learned any other language, and his untrained tongue struggled to repeat the accent. The thought of actually learning German for real excited him, though. To be able to speak fluently to the family? That would be amazing! Slay was just as worked up, or perhaps even more so, when Cat jumped up and down and chirped more fruit names. "Yes, yes, peaches! Oranges, blackberries! They're all fruit," he crowed, pale eyes bright with exhilaration. Silly, to get so riled up over the names of fruit, but a breakthrough was a breakthrough. His black tail swung wildly behind him as he tried to think of more names. "Is there other food you like? You can eat bugs, you know. Grasshoppers, ladybird beetles, honigbiene..." The phrase still felt strange on his tongue, but he smiled proudly at having finally pronounced it the same way she had. This was oddly fun!

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Haha thanks, i'm surprised she's taking things so well with Slay so far, and he's being so tolerable! <3 And thank you so much for pointing that out! I didn't even realize it since i'm working off of Safari from a MacBook, and I didn't realize it looked so big in Firefox! O_x I fixed it, so it should look normal now. Let me know if anything still looks out of place. ^^ Word Count: 439

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          Catalyst blinked profusely at first when Slay restated nein in his initial language, but then the stub of her fuzzy white tail began wagging fervently at this, a smile spreading widely on her ivory muzzle, but nothing that was too wide. Slay said it perfect, without the lavishing accent of course, but it was certainly good enough. Catalyst nodded eagerly in reply, her gesture to him with being correct with his pronunciation. It was amazing to see that Slay had began picking out words from what the pups have spoken, and started applying them to his own sentences. That in itself amazed Catalyst, and so wanted to push forth even more with this little lesson in German.
          He then proceeded to sound out how to say honeybee in German, which at first with his broken repeat of the word made her slightly giggle at this. Even though it was funny at first, Slay was actually doing a good job of sounding out German phrases (at least from what Catalyst heard, he was doing better than thought of). "Ja! Yeah!" Catalyst gave the opposite of nein, wondering if he would be able to pick up on that one too (it was fairly self explanatory, it sounded like a deep and drawn "Yah!"). Now that Slay could identify with honeybee, Catalyst felt a little connection beginning to form between the two. Suddenly, however, a much larger buzzing thing zoomed by, its buzzing deep and fast. Catalyst jumped at this, and ducked her head as a hummingbird also made an appearance by the two. It lingered by near flowers, in which, wide-eyed, Catalyst couldn't help but gawk at. She never seen such a creature before, in the manner that it moved like lightning. Her dual gaze exchanged between the hummingbird and Slay. "Wha.... wha' that?" She asked in English.
          By how she was worked up, and how Slay looked like he was just as worked up, well, this only made her even more excited to talk about the topic of fruit. As Slay exclaimed peaches, oranges, and blackberries, there was all but one she knew of. When he asked her what kind of food she liked, she was puzzled to hear about these... bugs, was it? Catalyst didn't know the official names for the other bugs, but honigbiene was an indicator that he was probably talking about something closely related to those. She stood there, thinking for a second, and then shook her head. "Eat... bugs? No, don' eat... honeybees. But... ihr hoig. Honig... of... honigbiene." Catalyst wasn't sure on how to explain honey, but maybe Slay could put the correlation together?

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ooc: Yup, it's perfect now! ^_^ And Slay likes kids, as long as they like him too, lol. Man, I always used to get dive-bombed by hummingbirds back home in NY... feisty li'l things. WC: 382 I've got soul but I'm not a soldier Cat's fuzzy puppy face lit up with a smile when she heard Slay's clumsy attempts at her language. He was expecting to be corrected - or perhaps laughed at - but instead she seemed genuinely pleased, her azure and argent gaze shining. "Yahh...? Ja is yes?" he repeated obediently, thumping his black tail against the springy grass. Ja and Nein. Now he could officially be a parent; those two phrases were probably the most important he'd ever need to know. His white-tipped ears perked forward with interest as the round little bird zipped by them, its bright feathers glittering like jewels in the sunlight. He narrowed his pale eyes, squinting at the thing as it hovered above a flower, its long black tongue snaking out to lap up the nectar within. "The wings move so damn fast... Erk, don't repeat that word," Slay stammered quickly, hoping that he had not accidentally taught Catalyst her first swear word. Children always seemed to pick them up somewhere, but most often it was close to home. "What I meant to say," he continued gruffly, hiding his embarrassment, "is that I think that's called a Humming Bird. They didn't have them up North where I came from - it's a springtime thing here. Can you hear the wings humming?" He pursed his lips, attempting to mimic the buzzing noise they could hear. The minute bird seemed to take offense at the imitation, however, and chattered an angry squeak, swooping at the arctic wolf's head in a looping pattern. He yelped in surprise, ducking to the ground until the territorial hummingbird buzzed away. Breathing deeply to slow his racing heartbeat, Slay shook the stray leaves from his thick fur, snorting dismissively. "Stupid unappreciative bird," he grumbled through his teeth. "Oh! Right! Yes, you're absolutely correct, Cat. You're great at this English stuff! Don't eat honeybees, they'll try to sting you. But honey, honey is nice! If you can get it safely, anyway. Maybe I can find you some honeycomb..." He paused for a moment, offering her a proud smile. She was doing much better than he had expected. The pristine white pup did seem to be the dominant one of the litter, in bold nature and in cleverness as well. Wait until he told Cercelee about this!

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We have a hummingbird's nest right above our doorway this season, it stays perched up there, even when we walk in and out of our house constantly. ^^ And, i'm going to ditch my table, just because I guess sentences are somehow getting cut short in some other threads. O_x Word Count: 426

          When Slay queried if the spoken German phrase was indeed the word yes in English, Catalyst gave a confirming nod that was eager and quick. For two little words such as those, the two now had a beginner’s mutual connection, as simple phrases such as yes and no could depict many commands, many actions, many meanings. Catalyst was eager for Slay to recite more German words, but that would obviously come with time and patience.
          The two toned male noted something about the wings of the fast creature, and whence he said to not repeat some sort of word he said, her fascination turned from the creature onto him again. “Say wha’? Don’ say, wings move s’ damn fast?” In which unfortunately to him, she did in fact repeat that whole statement. The young girl looked puzzled as Slay seemed to be troubled about something, after what he said, or maybe even the creature, she wasn’t sure. Regardless she continued to listen, in which she was able to obtain the name of that strange creature - humming bird. As far as the hum of its wings, it was immensely loud and zooming. ”Yes! They’s loud, soundin’ scaaary!” The fervent zooms that emitted from the hummingbird made Catalyst duck every time it looked to have inched toward them.
          Attempting to mimic the hummingbird, Slay made a noise similar to its own, in which Catalyst was surprised to see how he efficiently sounded like the bird (or at least that’s what she thought). Suddenly the bird seemed to have understood him, strange enough, and then began buzzing around his temple rapidly. Gasping, Catalyst jumped back, shocked to see that the hummingbird might attack him, but at the same time it was a real comical scene to see a big burly male frightened by a mere insignificant bird, and so Catalyst erupted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. As the hummingbird zoomed off after its assault, Catalyst heard what Slay told the bird, and simply repeated it herself to it, in defense of Slay. "Yeah! Stupid unnah’precia’tive BIRD!” She shouted. As Slay composed himself, he then mused about honey (in which he understood her the first time), and also spoke about the possibility of finding honeycombs. Catalyst certainly knew what those were, and so jumped up and down on her paws. ”Yeah! They’s yummy!” She had the pleasure of having a honeycomb not too long ago, and it would certainly be a delightful treat right now to share one with her guardian.

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WC: 307 OoC: Ah, that's so cool! I've never found a nest before, but they lived all over. I once watched one take a sip from my father's red coffee mug... A hummingbird on caffeine! I've got soul but I'm not a soldier Slay pursed his lips, unable to tell if she was playing or serious. Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt, he sighed, grumbling, "Ja. Don't say that. Unless you're with me. Just don't say that to Cercelee. Okay?" They would be cursing rebellious adolescents in no time; at least they could be cute and innocent for now. After all the silly mistakes he had made with the siblings - dropping Avarice to the ground, nearly drowning Roulette in the ocean - a little swear word was no big deal, right? Still, he wasn't about to tell his mate. She would pull his ears off. It wasn't his fault he was no good at this parenting thing! He yawned deeply, feeling drowsy from the warm weather and the excitement. The narcoleptic male needed more naps than the children did... As the fuzzy white pup shouted at the retreating bird, Slay couldn't keep from snorting a laugh. Cat certainly had spirit. It would be nice if he could wrangle up a little treat for her, since the grapes would take so long to wait for. "Let's get into trouble," he drawled, sloppy grin plastered all over his face. "There's bees all over this place - I bet we can find us some honeycomb, no doubt!" He nodded firmly, ebony tail waving behind him. His thick arctic pelt could repel most insect stings - it was only his bare nose and eyes that were in danger, and he'd figure out a way to protect them, just like bears were known for doing. He wouldn't let Cat get hurt, she'd have to wait a ways behind him. It was a plan! A foolhardy plan, but a plan nonetheless. He raised his muzzle, inhaling the thick floral air. If she wanted some honey, then honey was what he would find.

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Hummingbirds on caffine, LOL. 500+

It appeared to be that Slay seemed a little disapproving for Catalyst to repeat what he previously said, and wished that the language spoken would be kept between the two of them. Why was it such a big deal to not let Cercelee in on what they were talking about, especially what was previously said? Not realizing the true consequences that Slay might face if Catalyst happened to mutter out any foul language or somehow found out about this little situation in front of their Rosea guardian, at least Catalyst realized that whatever the reason was because, it was one that Slay did not like. Twisting her leather wolven lips in thought, she then nodded to him, agreeing that this was their own secret, and it was only theirs to keep. “Zustimmung, Slay, I won’ say anythin’.” She said, throwing in another choice vocabulary for him to figure out. She didn’t realize how angry or disapproving Cercelee would get, but from the looks of Slay’s reactions, it didn’t seem like a good thing, and Catalyst would try to avoid an enraged Cercelee at all costs if needed (she didn’t want to be bad in the presence of Cercelee anyway, for she was kind and considerate, and only deserved respect in return for what she gave to them).

At the mention of getting into some trouble, her ears perked forward in surprise, her dual hued gaze transfixing onto his for a second as to ask, did that really just come from your mouth? An adult that wants to actually get in trouble? Catalyst never even heard of a thing! The instant thought of Slay wanting to participate in something devious with her was certainly an exciting thought, and instantly the coyest of smiles that a puppy could do formatted across her ivory muzzle. Trouble, it was a word and action that was unavoidable to puppies, and the word made her adrenaline instantly kick. “Wha’ trouble will we do?!” She then exclaimed, a mischievous glint forming in her different colored eyes. To answer her exclamation, Slay noted about finding some honeycombs around here for a nice little treat this afternoon. Her stub of a tail instantly began to wag, and her mouth salivated as she anticipated the sweet taste of honey to dine upon with him. Slay was surely smart, he had to have known where all the honeycombs were kept in the company of bees, so it was simply a matter of finding the hive.

Catalyst, however, never seen a real live hive before, so wouldn’t know what one was or where to find one. Instead, she assumed that maybe the bees had some honeycombs hidden in the flowers. “How’s do we get the honeycombs from them? They’s are so small?” The bees couldn’t possibly be carrying them with them under their wings, can they? From what she could remember, honey was a liquid form, and honeycombs were big yellow things with many holes in them. Catalyst had a bewildered look on her achromatic visage, at a loss to where Slay was actually going to obtain the honeycombs from.

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WC: 427 I've got soul but I'm not a soldier Catalyst dutifully agreed not to repeat the swear word, and Slay flashed a relieved smile, pleased that she was so cooperative. Nothing like Avarice, who seemed to have it out for him. He knew he wasn't supposed to pick favorites, but... "Thank you," he said, not forgetting his own manners. Cat had slipped him another German phrase, but since it was unlike any phrase he recognized, he did not pick it up. Zoo... steam... something. It wasn't easy, learning how to talk all over again! The siblings sure were brave, living in a world so foreign to them. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to do the same. Even though he had encountered many different customs throughout his loner days, he had never heard much diversity in the tongues they spoke. His loss, apparently. The big wolf grinned at his little partner-in-crime, her boundless enthusiasm quite contagious. Maybe not all adults actively sought trouble, but he had never been one to let go of his inner child. It was one of the reasons he could be happily mated to a female years younger than him. He could always blame his parents, for never letting him play when he was of an appropriate size to. He wanted to avoid the both of them getting stung, but his idea would be putting them at risk... The big male began to stretch, kneading his blunt claws into the spring grass, trying to limber up. He would simply outrun the fuzzy stingers! He had done stupider things before; like going over a waterfall to impress a girl, that sort of thing. "Oh, the bees are small, but their hives aren't. You can see one over there," he explained, lowering his voice to a conspirator's whisper, motioning with his nose. A small wizened tree huddling at the edge of the vineyard appeared to be buzzing with bees. Cemented to the underside of the splayed branches was a collection of pale yellow blobs, a series of small hives dripping with honey. The wolves all avoided the honey tree, knowing how territorial the tiny warriors could be. "I'm gonna go grab one. Your job is to wait inside the church, holding the door open. As soon as I get through the doorway, we slam the door shut! Then we have honey, and the honigbiene are locked outside." Foolproof! Providing he could run faster than the swarm, there were no bees inside the comb he stole, and that Catalyst understood the entire plan and had the strength to close the doors quickly enough. Foolproof!

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Coming from someone who never knew their biological father or had any type of father figure in her life, Catalyst was actually finding her time with Slay quite enjoyable and fun, despite the fact that her trust wasn't entirely won over yet (and in actuality would probably take a couple more sessions of interaction to even begin to feel comfortable to warm up to him as a true father figure). As far as she could remember, there had been several encounters with males in the past with her mother, and all of them to Catalyst seemed like brutes; arrogant, ignorant, disrespectful. So far, Catalyst could say Slay was the most respected male she ever came across (and that was saying a lot too, given that Slay was nicer than Conor Soul initially was when she would meet him at Whisper Beach). There seemed to be a peculiar spark of life within the adult, one that matched that of the pup's. Catalyst liked that, while adults and juveniles were two different worlds completely, Slay made it a little bit easier to relate, despite the age barrier between them.

Explaining that the honeycombs were not actually extracted by the bees, and actually originated from the hive, Catalyst's azure and steel hued eyes transfixed over to where it was motioned that the hive was situated. Observing the odd structure in the tree, the ivory pup was in amazement to see how ripe and full this hive looked to her (she was small, so in comparison, the hive looked huge!) "Is so big! How's are you gonna get it?" Her voice mimicked the whisper Slay's tone was at, keeping her voice low enough in fear that the bees might be able to pick up what the two were conspiring. There was no doubt that the hive was big, but so was Slay, much bigger than thought. It looked like it was pretty high off the ground too, at least from Catalyst's perspective, but Slay would probably prove to be very tall for his size if he reared up on two legs, given that he was already large as it was.

The plan was in action, and listening carefully, Catalyst nodded to every initial step they needed to execute in order to snag a honey comb. Feeling the surge of adrenaline and excitement in her, it seemed to make sense, although it was in Catalyst's nature to actually want to run alongside Slay while he snagged a comb, but in actuality such a thing wouldn't be safe for a pup. She would have to be content with staying in the church until Slay dashed in, but glancing back at their home, Catalyst wasn't so sure at first if she could push one of those church doors entirely shut. "Uhm... yes. I's think I can do it..." Her voice was apprehensive, but compared to other puppies her age, Catalyst certainly had a lot of determination and will in her.

"You's ready?" Her voice was kept soft in a whisper still, tilting her head and looking up at Slay, her tail ferociously swinging in wags. Whenever Slay was ready, she would be too. He just needed to give the signal at the right moment, and Catalyst would be off dashing to the church and doing her part until Slay was able to obtain a honeycomb in success.

[Slaying the Dreamer]

ooc: Once again, sorry~! Thought this might be a cute way to wrap it up. I've got soul but I'm not a soldier She met his plan with bravery and excitement, and Slay felt another small welling of pride in his chest, pleased that she was so fearless for her age. "This should probably be our secret, too... I don't know that Cercelee would be too happy to know that we stole from the bees." Well, the white-furred queen wouldn't care about that, but the fact that he might be instilling some thrill-seeking values into their little ward would be less than desirable. Catalyst's tail wagged a mile a minute, clearly ready to go. "Okay, Cat... Go!" Without a moment's hesitation, the big male sprang from his haunches, off at a running start. His wide paws pounded against the ground, spraying blades of grass as his blunt claws launched him forward again. He had to go as fast as he could, before the bees knew what hit them! It was a fool's errand, but Slay was always happy to play the role of jester, putting himself at risk just for a smile or a laugh. He never did get the hang of acting his age. A curious humming filled his ears as he dashed closer and closer, each bound making the tuneless music louder. The unwitting bees were working away, grouping in clusters around the dripping honeycomb, flitting away on their solitary searches for nectar. It might have been easier if he knew how to shift; he could wear protective gear, trick them with smoke, use his hands to carry the precious cargo. But no, he was an impulsive man-child, and he would pull off this stunt because he could have when he was younger, and he refused to believe that he had slowed down with age. His pale eyes locked onto the lowest branch, lips drawing back to bare his fangs. Just like leaping for prey, his mind readied him, and then his eyelids snapped shut protectively, hind muscles bunching before he sprang through the air. The arctic wolf sailed forward, open jaws snapping down on a chunk of the hive. Before his paws touched ground again, a furious thrumming erupted around him as though a million tiny violins sought his blood. A cloud of yellow buzzing darts swarmed after him, streaming from all over the tree as their wrathful voices coordinated their charge. Dense amber honey slowly leaked onto his tongue as he ran for his life, honeycomb chunk in a death grip between his teeth. His eyes were still firmly screwed shut, so he could not see whether Catalyst had reached the church door in the brief time frame he had offered her. Probably not. Making a snap decision, he whipped his head to one side, flinging the honeycomb in the direction of the church. The mindless bees would not follow his prize; they were too focused on punishing the thief. "It's all yours!!" he barked, flashing a frantic grin before hauling tail out of there. He would lose them in the river.

[Catalyst de Sadira]

If it's alright with you, I'm going to make this the ending post and archive it from here. Thanks for the thread, it was fun! <3 400+
          With Slay speaking about that the two should keep this incident as their own little secret, the stub of her tail wagged enthusiastically, liking the idea of keeping sneaky secrets among an adult. Her head simply nodded in agreement to him, promising that she wouldn't utter a word about this (not even to her own siblings, knowing that they would probably be blabbermouths about it anyway!)
          At the sounding of go!, Catalyst watched with an excited gleam as Slay went at colossal speeds toward the hive. His large paws beating against the ground, it sounded like thunder, making him seem like a great, god-like being that pounded the earth. Catalyst had not start running to the church doors just yet, she was too entranced to see what would happen to Slay when he got to the hive, and if the bees would get him. Watching as how he leapt into the air like a fearless beast, Catalyst's dual eyes blinked in astonishment, her jaw falling agape as Slay actually got hold of one of the honeycombs from the hive, tearing it down as it landed. All of a sudden, even Catalyst's little ears heard a roaring buzzing emitting from the hive after Slay took their honeycombs, seeing a black mist of a cloud following Slay as he dashed away from them as fast as he could.
          Catalyst cheered for Slay, but as soon as he was heading her way at breakneck speed, that meant it was her cue to run to the church doors and get them in and shut it before the bees got to them. Her paws scrambled in a hurry, bolting for the church steps. Of course Slay would pick up to her pace in no time (as well as the bees), so before Catalyst could even disappear behind the doors to begin pushing them close (in which she didn't have enough strength to do anyways), Slay bellowed that her honeycomb was in the possession of her now, watching it sail over her head and arrive in the church before her. Bolting and disappearing then into the church, she recovered the honeycomb in her mouth and brought it back to the church's entrance. A little puzzled at first that Slay took the detour away from the church, Catalyst didn't understand until the cloud of bees followed right behind him. The honeycomb, it tasted delightful! She would certainly have to thank Slay for the gift and his antics from this afternoon. Guess life here wouldn't be as bad as she thought it would be after all.