Lucilion's Oneshot Collection

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Lucilion had reminiscences of his infancy, which had only been months ago. He remembered when his eyes had opened in a world of darkness, his soundproof life suddenly open to the world around him as he had reached two and a half weeks old. Boy, did he have so much to experience. He was taking such a huge step into the world surrounding him, soon he'd be walking around on his paws and talking to other members of The Rebellion. Of course, the kitten didn't even know about the rebellion, not yet at least. All he knew for now was that things had changed and there were many others nearby, which was something he suspected after feeling around for nearly three weeks.
He had pressed himself closer to one who was nearby for warmth, mewling as he struggled to move closer, his paws slipping from underneath his body. Looking down at his paws now, he could barely believe how hard it was just to move closer to his siblings! He smiled a little at the memory of his mother picking him up by scruff to move him closer to his litter-mates, assuming that he had wandered away from the group. He had finally felt warm and relaxed as he settled down in the group of kits, his tail carefully wrapping around them as he closed his eyes. He was far too tired and excited to start his day, after all at this point in life all he did was sleep or rest his body as he fed. He could barely believe how restless he had felt during those times, but once his eyes had already closed he was out. Weak. He laughed a little, laying down to rest his body even now. He thought it was incredible how his strength had pulled together to keep him awake and allow him to walk, he was also impressed by how well he had grown. I can't believe it.
He remembered the most annoying part about cuddling his siblings while trying to sleep, was that they had always waken up a bit early, or twitched in their sleep. In fact, that same exact day he had been woken up with his heart racing due to a foot that had thumped him in the nose. It had startled him out of his sleep and caused others to stir too, whoever had wiggled around in the middle of the napping hour. In a way, it was a good thing as most of them had been hungry, including him. He began to join in on his siblings, who had been crying rather loudly for milk. His mother had attempted to silence them by nudging them closer to her stomach, which had worked on the majority of her young. His stomach had growled as he was moved closer, now able to detect where he could access milk. He nuzzled into his mother's fur and began to suckle alongside his siblings, who seemed to be fighting over who got to eat first. He was happy where he was and eventually fell asleep, he even fell asleep now as he remembered these moments.

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Lucilion dashed after a hare, chasing the creature so fast that his legs became sore beneath him. He had almost collapsed as the hare made a sharp turn, he had decided that it would be best to take a break. He panted hard as his eyes followed the rabbit, it becoming of natural instinct to want to hunt it down for good. Of course, he wasn't really hunting it... he was just playfully chasing it to the border. Although, he had crossed it a few feet back. His stomach suddenly growled and he quickly decided that this would be the first kill he would achieve, it would look good on his training efforts for the following months to come. His break had ended abruptly as the hare had left his line of sight, his legs shifting to run as quickly as they did before. "Oh, I've got you now!" He laughed as he narrowed his non-existent eyebrows. He had caught up with the hare and had enough distance to reach out and touch its tail, but how could pulling the hare's tail get it to stop? If anything, it'd stop him from running. The natural born killer inside of him had sent memories of watching others hunt, how they would pounce on top of their victims, or how they would just naturally be tall enough to lean in and pick them up. He chose the leaping route and tackled the hare, using his paws to push its body down and his jaws to clamp down around its neck. He had done it, he had achieved his first animal for the fresh kill pile. However, the hare was still squirming around as he picked it up from the ground, but it did indeed die after Lucilion sucked the hare dry of blood.
He headed happily back toward the casino, holding his victim's lifeless body in between his teeth. He was proud, others could see it too as the kitten had laid the rodent among the fresh kill pile. He grinned toward the crowd of rebels, blood staining his teeth as it just stuck there in his mouth. His hunger had been satisfied, his hunger for blood and his hunger for murder. He happily moved away from the scene, bounding toward his favorite place to rest. He was done with today, in which he had achieved one of his main goals as a child. He threw himself onto the ground, allowing a sigh to escape his mouth. He felt weak like he did when he was first born, but yet so strong like the hunter inside of him that had just been born. He smiled as he laid on his side, his tail tapping the ground near his body. "I did it.." He mumbled as he dozed off into a deep sleep, "I finally did it.." He had fallen asleep for the small nap he were to take, dreaming of many lush bushes and trees, full of rodents and creatures that he could hunt.

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The incredibly disinterested male had stretched out his legs and allowed them to dangle over the edge of the tree branch, lying on his side as he gazed down at his clan-mates. His ears swiveled as he heard some birds chirping nearby, his amber eyes scanning the area until he spotted the nest. He gazed playfully in the nest's direction, his pupils dilating. He began to wonder what life would be like if he were the bird, who began to fly away from the bird's nest. He wondered what it would feel like with the wind blowing through one's fur, his eyes able to view the cities and all of the clan's below. His tail quivered at the thought about how wonderful it must be to have the ability to fly and he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the sky, purring as he had found himself in a very comfortable situation on the branch. He felt very content, yet playful as he watched the birds play from far above him. "They're so beautiful.." He said aloud to himself, "I wish we didn't have to kill them for prey." He had spoke a little softer during the last sentence, his ears going flat as he felt a little anxious. He had hoped that no one heard him say that, as it was unlike feline behavior, or so he felt it was.

He growled a little as he rolled over onto his stomach, slowly stretching back into a seated position as he yawned. He began to lean over the edge of the branch, daring himself to jump from high above to the below lands, in which he did. However, the wind did not catch him and drift him into the sky. He huffed as his paws hit the dirt, his ears remaining flat as a resemblance of how annoyed he had felt. He walked toward the casino, which in all reality wasn't too far away from the tree. He had been disappointed in himself for imagining the unrealistic, but he couldn't help himself. All he could do at the moment was promise himself that he'd never target a bird for prey, but only of course if the choices were limited and the bird was the only thing in sight. Who would starve to death over a bird? He had lightened his own mood, a soft smile growing on his face. Only an idiot. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, or how many promises he made, it was unpreventable. Prey is prey and cats are hunters. He sighed as he wearily dragged himself into the casino's entrance, a wave of hunger washing over him.

Lucilion could smell the strong scent that lead to the fresh kill pile, it was a scent of blood and death, but it had been what had overcame his short span of considering to be a vegetarian. He laughed, thinking of how ridiculous it would be if a cat tried to literally eat nothing but berries and plants, assuming they survived the first couple of months without meat. He approached the fresh kill pile with a loud stomach that was growling to be fed, his softened gaze peering down at the corpses of the clan's prey in order to select his meal. Once he had picked out a small mouse, he had kneeled down and picked it up with his teeth. It was one of his favorite snacks, but due to having a little stomach he could never eat it completely and so he'd leave the half-eaten corpse laying around somewhere, that were if the corpse had been laying there for more than an hour. If the corpse was fresh hunt, then he'd drink its blood and leave the body for another to claim. That was just the way he had his meals, but he wasn't picky; everyone else in the clan eats skin and meat, sparing the bones, then so does he. He enjoyed fitting in with the others way too much to eat in a certain way, so he quickly decided that he'd still eat even a bird.

He had found an isolated place to feast upon his meal, somewhere the ceiling is cracked just enough to allow some light to cascade down onto a broken piece of rock, or wood. It was a warm place, one of his favorite places to go during the summer, but one of his least favorite during the winter. It got extremely cold during winter, especially with all of that snow that had fallen inside the small room and even though January is a month of winter and snow; it was the only way to eat his meal in peace. He laid down on the piece of rubble, setting his snack at his paws, which lay stretched outward from his body in a comfortable position. He used his paws to press the rat's body in place, biting into the thick skin with his razor-sharp canines. He could taste as the dry blood spilling onto his tongue and with him rolling it into the back of his throat in one huge drink. He was nearly satisfied with his meal, which now consisted of half of the upper body and all of the lower body. However, he'd try to eat past the waist of the rat, eating lower and swallowing in huge mouthfuls, until finally he couldn't. He swallowed the last little bit of the rat he had already chewed in his mouth, licking his lips for any leftover particles.

He stood up, leaving behind the half-missing rat. He decided to go back to his favorite tree as he left the casino once more, debating on whether, or not he should go back to bird-watching. Perhaps he could find a playmate, or a friend? He was less grumpy and less tired now that he had eaten, also more energetic as he walked quickly toward the tree. He decided he'd play pretend by himself, while climbing around on the tree.

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