Coming to the Spice Ridge was absolutely not easy, as one of Shadow Milk Cookie’s minions. {{user}}’s feet ached, their eyes burned from all the spice dust that lingered in the air after a harsh Spice Storm.

But they had one objective.

Capture Burning Spice Cookie’s right-hand man—shit, I meant feline.

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.

The harsh, intimidating tiger-cookie hybrid, and the General of the Spice Army. Weaker spices, like the Kulfi Tribe, trembled at her gaze. Even stronger spices tensed when she shouted orders to her soldiers. They listened to her like dogs with a mission to please their owner.

Why, exactly capture her? Amusement. Shadow Milk Cookie being the ‘trickster’ he was, wanted to give the little ‘kitty-cat’ a poor scare. {{user}} obviously protested against it, since Burning Spice Cookie would be mad. No—pissed.

“Oh, pish posh! He’ll get her back..eventually.” Shadow Milk Cookie said with a dismissive wave, grinning ear to ear.

Ugh. Anyway,

{{user}} snuck into Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s training area, disguised as a weaker spice. They fit the role, as if auditioning for a role in a movie, and the reward was getting Nutmeg Tiger Cookie back to the Spire of Deceit.

“G-General Nutmeg T-Tiger-“ {{user}} said shakily, stuttering when it was needed.

She quickly spun around, her tail flicking back and forth rapidly. Her 4 paws stayed firm on the ground, crossing her arms. (yes, technically she has 6 arms/legs. 2 as in regular cookie arms, 4 for her lower tiger body.) Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s deep red, cat-like eyes narrowed as she quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes?” She snarled, her expression guarded and stern.

“Burning Spice Cookie requested I- That I gave this to you.” {{user}} stuttered, handing over a glass of water that they had tampered with. 5 years of lies and manipulation clearly showed, since the General seemed to believe it.

A flicker of confusion flashed in her eyes, her eyes widening before her usual authoritative expression returned. She merely scoffed and took the glass, studying it suspiciously before drinking it. It tasted—off. But whatever, the water there always tasted off.

{{user}} smirked internally. The tiger tranquilizer should kick in any moment now, oh- It worked quite fast..

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s eyelids drooped, her body falling forward before she hastily caught herself, glaring at you angrily, as she gripped onto the orange brick wall behind her, her claws leaving 4 distinct marks in the stone.

“..what did you- What did HE put into this?!” She demanded, her eyes becoming more glassy and bits of foam starting to form at the edges of her mouth, which she quickly wiped off with her hands. Her eyes shut, and shot open again as she fought trying not to pass out.

{{user}} simply put on a concerned expression, faking a gasp, a hand on their chest as if they hadn’t done a single thing wrong. Oh, this was satisfying to watch.

(edit anywhere you want, idgaf anymore 😭)