Gentha =
Tiis =
Gentha was awake, wide awake, so awake that you would think the little cub was jonesing on several doses of uppers, even if she didn't know what uppers were. Her tail was swaying side to side, up high in the air, along with her little bum which wiggled as she positioned her legs back and forth. She was practicing her pouncing, deciding her mother's tail was an appropriate target, anything else would have been far too easy. Especially considering her normal targets were still attempting to wake their pink and black selves up.
A small 'ke-ke-ke' sound erupted from her throat as she approached her mother's tail at a slow crawl, the noise given off by many from the feline denomination while they hunted. With a quick kick of her feet she sprung through the air, directly towards her mother's tail, sharp little claws extended, and mouth full of equally sharp teeth ready to gnaw.
The current prey of said hunt, a lightly twitching pink tuft, froze as soon as it detected sharp objects penetrating fur. Usually, in the past, that had meant that Amashen was in some kind of mood, usually a ...frisky one...But in the past days, it had taken on an entirely new meaning. With a rumble of wistful imaginings of what she could have done with the rest of the jawbone that had been so fascinating her, Tiis turned to her offspring, and made a sound not unlike a purr, sapphire eyes gleaming. "Now now, darling...just what are you doing there?" Whatever was the youngling doing? If she did that to a mouse it would likely have a heart attack and keel over...and that was too simple, and no fun at all.
Gentha spat out her mother's tail quickly, as she had tried talking to her while still having hold of it and it wasn't working out too well, her mother's tail was just far too big for her to talk through, "Hunting."
Gentha had seemed pleased with her own eagerness, even if what she was doing was still far from perfect, and relied heavily on the instinctual feelings within the little cub. Nonetheless, she wanted to practice her art, so that way she could quickly enter the pride with the bigger kids and kick their asses from one ended of the lands to the next. Saying she was ambitious was a little of an understatement for the young cub.
"I want to be the best!" She growled, though her growl was still so squeaky.
"Well, my dear..." She replied with a sigh, "You're starting off well enough, even if you haaaaaave bit off a bit more than you can chew. Now see..." Her toothy grin grew malicious. "...you really should try such things on your brothers...when I was your age I went after my sisters and see what pokey places made them scream the most...then you can always apply that knowledge later too, for instance...rabbits or mice. Rabbits in particular have a lovely scream of agony..." She had an almost rapturous expression on her features, eyes starting to glaze with imagining.
Bringing that gaze back into focus, she leaned her nose close to her offspring. "And you can be the best, my dear...if you learn how to make others do what you wish, and tell you what you want to know...whether they like it or not. It's a skill, you see..." And it seemed that she had spawned a whole class of eager pupils. How delightful!
Gentha listened to her mother intently, soaking in every word that dripped from her mouth. She idolized the mother she had and wanted to be everything that she was, though she felt that having to practice her skills upon her siblings was too simple for her. She was far from pleased with it, but if that's what mommy said, she would listen, because she knew best and she knew best from experience.
"How do I do it, mommy? Tell me how, so I can be like you," Gentha whined, clinging to one of her mother's legs, looking up to Tiis with her bottom lip puckered out in a small frown, "I want to be better than them, just as good as you!"
Watching with something not at all unlike amusement, Tiis went to the pouch that she usually carried about her neck these days, and very carefully extracted one of her favorite possessions. Though she had acquired them in some small number, they were still precious to her, and she was quite careful with them...her favorite toys. It was a porcupine needle, which she carefully set in front of her daughter for scrutiny. "This is part of how mommy does it..." She replied with a vicious grin. "There are certain...places where you can stick others that cause lots and lots of pain...and other places you can stick these and they won't be able to move things...like, oh, you know...legs." That last was stated flippantly, with an elegant shrug of shoulders, as though limbs were hardly important in the grand scheme of things.
"And I am sure, my darling..." She replied as she licked one of Gentha's ears with her quick, pink tongue, "...that you can be as good as I as you mature. It was how I learned, after all."
Gentha watched curiously as her mother pulled something out of a pouch and set it down before her. Upon seeing the needle before her, she almost looked dumbstruck. It was so small in comparison to her own claws, how could it possibly harm a soul? Her mother must think her daft to believe that this small, thin....thing, could possibly make a slave or a prisoner talk if used.
Gentha looked it up and down, making her displeasure known as she reached out to grab it, "How can this -OWWW!"
As Gentha had attempted to pick up the thin needle, it stuck her in the paw. The wound was not deep, but it was obvious she had one when she smacked her other paw down on the end of the needle, drawing it from her paw, little drops of blood falling onto the ground.
The thing had bit her! And it hurt, a lot! Was this what her mom had meant by pain? If Gentha had to be stuck with these many times, she herself would spill everything she had to her mother. It was genius. Something so small hurting so much, it made Gentha smirk pleasantly as she licked the blood from her paw.
- In Progress -
