PAFP Riff Raff But Nothing's Forgiven

[quest]

{$title} Discussing Raiding a Kittypet!

Quest
"Betrayed, I feel so enslaved"

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The scarred tom gave a twisted grimace, unscarred lip lifting to reveal yellowed dingy teeth as his belly roared with a hunger that churned. The chimera shook a bulky head, eyes slitting as he bore an icey green glare onto his fellow riff raffers. A green collar hung a little lower from the weight he's lost over the course of winter, but his muscle remained.

He didn't much care to involve himself in these folks, but he was a trustee. He could listen, observe the others, get news for Leroy. Leroy trusted him, took him in when he was young, and he's been here ever since. His white dipped chin lifted, before flicking a torn ear. "Latte," Quest said, a form of greeting in a deep ragged voice. Firm, curt, the chimera didn't care for niceties, never really had. "We gotta look fer sum food. These days be cold, nights be only colder, an most our prey is dwindling. What ya say 'bout stealing sum?" He asked, ear flicking as if he didn't really care the others response. He did though. He was testing loyalties, strengths, all that stuff Leroy expected of him. His gait was still awkward, the hind leg still posing a possible weakness, but he grew stronger even without it. He trained, he worked with his loss, and there would be no regrets to what could or couldn't have been.

@Latte

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27 moons | male - he/him | Riff Raff | penned by Deidre

 

[Latte]

No Matter What They Tell You

The Future's Up For Grabs

Compared to a majority of the riff raff she was far more comfortable begging twolegs for scraps or worming her way into the bowls of various kittypets with a few honeyed words and a sob story or two, she supposed. While it may have brought her loyalty into question on occasion (it certainly wasn't very riff raff-like at the very least), no one could deny that it kept her at least somewhat better fed compared to some. She looked up from her grooming to spy Quest moving in her direction with a scowl on his face and she idly wondered if some cat had put something unsavory in his nest to make him so.

"Hey Quest~!" Came the expected chirp at her name being called. The molly stood to stretch, green eyes closed as she listened to the Trustee's complaints with a light nod.

He was right. Last time she had sorted the freshkill pile there had been little more than scraps and prey that even in the chill of winter was on the verge of turning over. There would need to be either dedicated hunting patrols sent out- which was a laughable thought- or the easiest option, stealing from kittypets or loners outside of the riff raffs protection. While it was something she was no stranger to her methods were hardly what she supposed the others would think or even approve of.

Green eyes squinted at the other in thought. With their difference in rank they did not really speak unless it was necessary. Was Quest the type to try and smooth talk his way for food or brute force it? She supposed she'd find out today. "I know a few places where twolegs leave food out for anyone to take," Latte tested the waters with a soft voice. "Or if you have a specific neighborhood in mind we could see who we could 'share' with~!"

The suggestions were laid bare. All that was left was to see which one Quest would choose.

IS THERE A WORD FOR BAD MIRACLE

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───────heartbreak feels so good──────

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  Latte
  — Errand Runner Of The Riff-Raff
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Large, Green-eyed, Brown And Cream She Cat
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