I am disappoint because time travel senpais did not notice me. ;-;
For some reason I'm expecting Ignite to get to 50 chapters and here I am struggling to get to 40. Ouch. I've piled on way too many expectations onto myself.
Now if the time travel thing does end up becoming another arc... it probably won't go like the one in the AU Dump. I've kind of got plans for poor Fires. And if you haven't seen the Time Travel Divergence for Ignite, it's in my AU Dump and you should totally check it out!
TW: Even more extremely vague mentions of rape- so if you get triggered by that... don't read? Honestly, you might gloss over it.
Reviews are appreciated!
Living in the Twolegplace was hard. Everything was a competition. There was little food, and the food that you could eat and didn't make you sick was even lower in quantity. Then you have a bunch of hungry cats, each one looking for a morsel to eat everyday when there was already next to no food in the first place. Everyday was a constant battle to survive, whether a cat was battling hunger or battling another cat for food or territory, there a was always a battle. Unless you were a housecat, living a cushy life with a good place to sleep and all the dry pellets you could eat, life was always going to be hard for those living without Twolegs to care for them.
Unless you were a cat that decided the constant battle to survive was tiresome and did something about it. Which is exactly what Razor did. He was always sick of the constant battle for food, always sick of defending his territory from complete morons who couldn't tell when his scent was lathered over everything. So he decided to fix things.
So he gathered up all the cats he could and quickly established everyone's roles. Now no one had to fight over territory or food! Or at least, he didn't need to fight for food. The fools living under the generosity of his gang still had to fight for the scraps, but at least he was well off. He had all the food he could eat, cats to do his work for him, and if someone disobeyed? He was strong enough to take care of them. The she-cats were more worthwhile before they met their ends at least.
And so what if he had to kidnap kittypets from their own homes to fill up his gang? He was teaching them very important life lessons in his eyes.
He was the strongest cat around these parts, no doubt about that. His elites were all too happy to follow orders and keep everyone in line. He was on top of the world! Then that foreign she-cat Hanako, and her kit managed to make a daring escape. Oh well, he supposed she outlasted her usefulness anyway. She had been disobedient too many times for his liking, and her kit was flat out annoying. He didn't think anyone would be sad to see them go.
Hunting her and her brat down and dragging them back to him should have been kit's play for his elites.
Razor lounged atop the mound of boxes leisurely, lazily looking down at all the scared little kits that were approaching him for the daily offerings. Honestly, they were grown cats; grow a spine already! He wouldn't do anything to tell as long as they did what they were told. That, and bring him a good offering. If you didn't offer him good food, what good were you for?
"You may approach," he meowed lazily. A black and white tom approached him, shaking in his paws. His soft pudginess clearly marked him as a lazy housecat.
"I- I brought this for you," he stammered, dropping the scrawniest looking mouse Razor had ever seen in front of the boxes. "I did good right?" If this mouse was what he considered good, then Razor would absolutely hate to see what he considered amazing. Honestly, was this cat blind?
Razor glared at the sorry excuse for a mouse. This wouldn't even feed a kit! "What is this?" he asked frostily.
The kittypet flinched, not expecting such a frosty response. "It- it's a mouse?" he replied dumbly.
"I can see that," Razor drawled. "Tell me, do you think this would feed anyone?"
"I-" The kittypet was at a loss of words. "But- it's something right? I'm not a very good hunter..." he meowed shakily.
"I can see that," Razor growled. "Come closer," he commanded. The kittypet whimpered, looking into the crowd of cats for allies. Everyone averted their gazes, not wanting to show support for someone that might very die from such a pathetic offering. He slowly made his way up to the top of the mound of boxes until he was right in front of Razor. The gang leader pulled out his claws swiftly, and gave the cat's cheek a good scratch. The kittypet yowled in pain and stumbled backwards, tumbling off the mound of boxes.
"Get up," Razor ordered. The kittypet got up shakily on his paws, trembling in fear at the cat above him. "Consider that a warning for such a dismal offering. Next time you won't be so lucky. Do better. Now get out of my sight." The kittypet gave him a quick bow and scrambled off, tears in his eyes.
'What a kit,' Razor thought dismissively. "Next," he said. After a few more actually good offerings, the scent of his elites hit him in the nose. He expected them to drag Hanako and her squealing kit screaming, but instead Slash only approach him with the rest of the elite in a meek fashion. He could see Axel and Jax dragging a very bloody Fox into the alleyway. Hanako and her kit were nowhere in sight.
"What is this? Where is that useless she-cat Slash?" he growled. "And what happened to Fox?" he added as an afterthought.
Slash grimaced. "We chased her and her kit all the way to the edges of the neighborhood, and we were about to finish the job-" He honestly couldn't have cared if his elite killed her or not; bringing her back for him to play around with was a bonus. "But then some thing flew at us out of nowhere and..." he trailed off, his end statement being obvious.
"You were attacked and beaten by a thing? This thing having beaten Fox up to a bloody pulp?" he drawled, not liking the story so far.
"I- well, he lost more blood on the way back," Slash mumbled. "And it wasn't exactly a thing, but it was definitely a cat. He had wings and scales and the most wicked claws you've ever seen!"
"So you're telling me some cat with wings and scales beat you all easily?"
"Uh, yes?"
Razor stared at him for a moment, before growling angrily. "You fool! What kind of idiot do you think I am? A cat with wings and scales? Did you come up with that excuse because you failed in bringing back Hanako?"
"It's true though! He was a ginger-tom with black scales and four wings! Fox's claws got all messed up trying to scratch the scales!" Axel chimed in, the tabby looking rattled. The rest of the elite, except Fox, nodded to his words. Either the entirety of the elite decided on some elaborate excuse, or they were telling the truth.
"And where is this winged cat now?" he asked lazily.
"We don't know. We had to get out of there quick before he did to us what he did to Fox," Slash said. Even his elite were useless. Razor made his displeasure known on his face. "But we could show you where we last saw him!" Slash added in quickly.
"Well? Show me."
He glared at the ground where Hanako and her brat's scents mingled with that of something foreign. It was definitely another cat, but whether the cat actually had wings and scales remained to be seen. What he did know, was that a cat had swooped in to help Hanako escape and had to be extremely skilled in battle to injure and scare his elite so badly. Shame he would have to get rid of him; such a cat would have been useful to him.
'I don't care who you are, but I'll find you, and when I do, you're dead.'
He had done too much to let some unknown topple everything he's worked up for. This was his turf, no one else meddled with his affairs and got away with it.
I made this chapter to showcase how horrible Razor really is. :P
Is he Scourge levels of bad? Kind of? Scourge never really violated she-cats though. But both Scourge and Razor are Social Darwinists- survival of the fittest and all that. In this case, they're the ones making sure they survive. Everyone else can suffer.
I've basically set up this guy to fail cause he's going up against Firestar- you know, the guy that's half dragon? He's gonna get burned.
Tell me how I did.