Just snagged this in before Wednesday! Now that I think about it, why isn't Wednesday spelled Wendsday...
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Musicat: Neither am I, to be honest. I'm the kind of Irresponsible Fanfiction writer that writes on inspiration alone. (Which is probably why I completely forget about Characters such as Whiteye)
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Or Egypt for that matter.
November 4th, 1956. Cairo, Egypt
Chapter 21: Languor is for Model Spys
Bluefur's POV:
I waited, hidden inside a cellar inside a rural house preparing to overthrow the government.
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How did I get here? Via the two crazy men know as David Ben-Purion (David Ben-Gurion) and General Hisser (Nasser). You may know that Egypt nationalized the canal. It went like this, according to Fuzzypelt.
But to be fair, This was Fuzzypelt.
Egypt: I need some money to fund my personal luxuries. Hmmmmm. What can I tax? Hey Britain!
Britain: *sigh* What do you want?
Egypt: My rightful clay.
Britain: I'm not giving up the Suez.
Egypt: Well it's mine now.
Britain: Wait, That's illegal.
Egypt: No u
Britain: FRANCE! ISRAEL!
France & Israel: What?
Britain: Do you want territory and to beat that Egyptian punk?
France & Israel: Sure.
So yeah. After the nationalization, Britain planed an, "Reclamation" of sorts, for the retaking of the Suez. So they sent us commandos/saboteurs/spies/Fuzzypelt ahead to assist the dropping of the P.A.R.A.S. (British elite Paratroopers.) Our job was to weaken the defending anti-air guns.
[Of course, That's not what we are doing] (- - );
"Bluefur, do you know how to play poker?" Fuzzypelt asked.
"I guess." I said, walking over.
"What do you mean by 'I guess'?" Fuzzypelt questioned.
"She means yes, Fuzzball." Rosetail rolled her eyes.
"Okay…
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Rosebutt." Fuzzypelt said.
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"That was terrible." I said, sitting down.
"Flirting at its finest." Thrushpelt remarked.
"Well sorrrrrrrrry." Fuzzypelt dealt me my hand.
It was a 7 of hearts and a Jack of hearts. I Guess it is technically possible to get a straight.
The first card drawn was a spade king. Well Mouse-dung. I saw a smirk on Fuzzypelt's face.
"I raise to a dollar." He proclaimed.
"Fuzzypelt, I am not paying money. That is gambling." Thrushpelt said.
"Fine, just pay me your dignity. It is worth the same thing." Fuzzypelt retorted.
Goosefeather shook Fuzzypelt's hair.. "It's not good to insult people, Fuzzypelt."
"Do you know how long it takes to get this hair?" Fuzzypelt pulled out a comb and tried to readjust his loaded black hair.
"Yes I do. Banter isn't always appreciated. After all, I am your mentor." Goosefeather smirked, patting his head.
"Okaay mentor." Fuzzypelt groaned, just as Rosetail maneuvered her hand into a "L".
"Get some sleep. The paradrops begin tomorrow." Goosefeather left the room.
"Okay." Rosetail threw a flush on the board.
Fuzzypelt pretended not to notice.
-One day later -
Fuzzypelt's POV:
"You thought what sucker?" I said, pulling a laser gun out of my pockets.
The man didn't have time to react, as I pulled the trigger, and the heated beam tore through his upper body.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" I yelled, barraging the bad guys with fire.
The men dropped dead in seconds, thanks to my impeccable aiming.
Thrushpelt gushed, "Wow! You're soo cool, Fuzzypelt!"
"Yeah, you kinda are." Rosetail blushed slightly.
Bluefur sighed, "I have to admit, You are better than me."
"I agree." Sunstar walked to me, "I think that you could be a full fledged warrior."
"Fuzzypelt! Fuzzypelt! Fuzzypelt! Fuzzypelt!"
Sunstar prepared to give a handshake.
I gave him my hand.
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And I got slapped.
"Owww." I said, opening my eyes to immediately see Thrushpelt in his sleeping bag above me, his hand retracting from my vicinity. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes.
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[Wait, why was Thrushpelt above me?] Σ(･口･)
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I looked at him, and he was indeed crushing me me. I looked down, and saw a sleeping bag holding him up, and pulling us together, like sardines in a can. I shifted carefully to prevent Thrushpelt from falling, and saw a familiar brunette ponytail sticking out.
(；￣д￣) [Rosetail]
Apparently, We were her personal blankets.
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Thrushpelt mouthed, "Can I eat poop?"
I pointed to my butt. Thrushpelt facepawed in disapprovement.
Times like this is when I wished I knew sign language.
Eventually, he shrugged and pointed to the sleeping bag glueing us together.
I motioned for him to get up.
He did some jiggly motion with his hands. Like he's … Fondling something.
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When I return to Berlin, I'm going to learn sign language.
Tired of trying to communicate without sound, I did what must have been done.
I kicked Rosetail's sleeping bag.
"What the Fox-dung, Fuzzypelt?" A grumpy Rosetail kicked back, creating just enough space for Thrushpelt's Sleeping bag to fall through.
"What the Fox-dung! It's so cold!"
"Oww! It's me, Thrushpelt! STOP KICKING!"
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Ladies and Gentlemen, The prowess of Fuzzypelt.
Thrushpelt's POV:
All of the agents gathered in the cellar. Sunstar reviewed the case with us in the cellar.
"This night, The paratroopers will drop into Port Said.." He began.
"Port said what?" Goosefeather interjected
(- - ); [Dear Starclan…]
Clearly everyone had the same feeling.
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"You are going to the Dark Forest, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I'll see you there." Goosefeather shot back.
"Anyways, back to the mission. Our objective is to take out anti air guns to help our paratroops enjoy a safe landing." Sunstar said.
"Who are we supporting?" I asked.
"The Red Devils." He responded.
Fuzzypelt whispered, "Starclan, that's cool."
"We have sometime to spend, so enjoy. Rendezvous here at four. Dismissed." He said, and then climbed up the ladder to do something outside.
The group dispersed, and I went to Fuzzypelt. He must know something about the Middle East, he's been here before.
"Do you any idea on what to do? You've been here before." I asked.
"Cards?" He said, reaching into his back pocket.
"No." I flatly prevented my money from being stolen through his poker antics.
"Finne." He said, and then began to grin. "There are two people that have been to the middle east. How 'bout you ask her what to do?"
I immediately flushed.
"Thought so." Fuzzypelt got out his cards.
"Wow, Fuzzball thought?! Hedgehogs fly!" Rosetail looked genuinely shocked.
"Whatever, Rosecheeks." Fuzzypelt retorted.
Rosetail bit her lip.
"He's getting better." Bluefur noted, her hair fluttered through the air, effortlessly.
[Focus, Thrushpelt]
"Sure." Rosetail said. "Fuzzball is still better, though."
"What should we do for the remainder of the time?" I asked to no-one in particular.
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Okay that was a lie. But still….
"We can go to the market." Bluefur told us.
Fuzzypelt declared "No" Just as Rosetail squealed, "Yes!".
"There are no Macy's in the middle east, Rosecheeks." Fuzzypelt proclaimed.
"Whether we're going depends on Thrushpelt. This is a democracy, Fuzzball." Rosetail chided.
"The middle east isn't."
"Let's go to the market then." I said as Rosetail slapped Fuzzypelt.
-One quick ride later-
We turned a corner, and entered the market square. The majority of the people stared at us as we walked by.
"Why are they staring at us?" I asked.
"I would tell you, but Rosetail is sensitive." Fuzzypelt glared at Rosetail, sour form her lecture.
"What you said was plain racist." Rosetail said.
"It's true though." Fuzzypelt defended.
"What is this?" I said, pointing to a stall with flags and propaganda hanged on it.
"I don't know." Bluefur said, scouting for something with her cyan eyes.
I walked over to the man, and asked in english, "Hey mister?"
"Yes?" He said.
"What is this stall for?" I asked.
The man started at me for a second.
"It is for tourists, would you like to buy a flag?" The man asked.
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This was incredibly suspicious. To call on his bluff, I said, "Sure." Perhaps I can give it the the Government. They might know about it.
"5 pounds." He took a mini flag that stood on a tiny poll
However, I have no clue how expensive that is here. 5 pounds in Britain is pretty expensive on one hand, but I am collecting data.
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I reached into my pocket, and handed the man 5 pounds, and got a flag in return.
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It was only after the trip that I realized that I just bought a toothpick for 5 pounds.
FYI: 5 pounds back then was around 10 USD today (^^)
I looked around and found Fuzzypelt and Rosetail each holding a bottle containing a light green juice.
"Is that alcohol?" I asked walking up to them, as Fuzzypelt paid the cashier.
"It's some type of tropical juice." Fuzzypelt reassured me, "I'm going to sell it for a markup in Berlin."
"What are you going to do with it, Rosetail?" I asked her.
"Drink it, Obviously." Rosetail said. "Where's Bluefur?"
"Right behind you." Bluefur, holding a shopping bag in one hand, tapped Rosetail on the shoulder, scaring her. "Oh, Sorry."
Rosetail recomposed herself, "It's fine, you have nothing to be sorry about."
"I know."
"Not to you, Fuzzbrain."
"We should be going back to the base now." I looked at the sun, preventing an "Enlightening discussion" in the middle of Egypt.
"Allright." Rosetail agreed.
"Follow me." Fuzzypelt walking ahead of everyone.
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"Wrong direction Fuzzball."
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Welcome to the Egyptian Arc!
In actual history, The Brits actually did attack Egypt. It was called the Suez Crisis, and What Fuzzypelt said at the beginning was pretty accurate.
Spoiler, the only reason we're in the middle east is to develop on character specifically in the middle east...
Of course, that was like a month ago, and you'll probably won't remember him.
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I have to keep better track of my characters.
See you next Week!