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Post by Ten on Dec 2, 2008 21:54:53 GMT -5
"Baby?" Grimykit growled. "I ain't no baby. I'm almost as old as you is." Though young, he was more of an adolescent than a kit. "Don't you go thinkin' jus' 'cuz I ain't got myself no 'warrior' name" - his tone made it clear he thought such things were juvenile and pretentious - "that it means I'm any weaker than the next cat." He glared into Nightpelt's golden eyes for a moment to make sure his point was made before proceeding. He lowered his voice, expression changing to a secretive smirk. "As for nights, I cozy up to whatever sucka happens to think I'm cute."
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Post by renji on Dec 2, 2008 22:19:04 GMT -5
Nightpelt honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing. All this talk from such a small creature, and this was how he acted to back up the talk? Nightpelt couldn't imagine why he thought that Grimykit had the secret to being a loner; he had really gotten his hopes up for nothing. He began to groom his stomach to hide his disappointment. The little tabby used his looks to get by, and somehow that made Nightpelt even more sick of the tom's attitude than before. "If you call yourself a grown-up, maybe you should learn to stop batting your eyes at every other mum and find yourself a mate to use for warmth."
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Post by Ten on Dec 2, 2008 22:26:13 GMT -5
Grimykit tilted his head. "...'a mate'? You thinkin' I'd stick around with just one?" He paused, eyes questioning, then decided it was unimportant. "Well, whatever. I'm pretty sure you ain't offerin' to fill the position so I don't see what you care. You get cold at night, Nightpelt?" he teased with a friendly grin.
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Post by renji on Dec 2, 2008 22:31:45 GMT -5
Nightpelt couldn't hold back the disgust and rage he felt for the little tom now. His fur fluffed up in anger and his tail tripled in size--apparently, his snake-like tail was only substantial when aggravated. "Of course I'm not offering to fill any position!" Nightpelt snapped, walking towards Grimykity with squared shoulders. "And everyone gets cold at night!" Nightpelt sat down closer to Grimykit than before, deterred from fighting the tabby. Nightpelt knew he had a temper, and he knew he had to control it if he wanted to be accepted into even the smallest circles for survival. He began to lick his extended fur back into its normal position.
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Post by Ten on Dec 3, 2008 21:18:09 GMT -5
Grimykit chuckled, low laughter shaking his frame. "I's jus' messin' with ya, Nightynight. Kinda touchy, ain'tcha?" He nudged the black tom's shoulder with his paw. "Don't gotta get riled over nothin'. Why you all serious-like?"
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Post by renji on Dec 4, 2008 17:21:36 GMT -5
Nightpelt's ears flattened against his head at the taunting of the younger tom. "If you're not serious, you die," he said. It was obvious that he couldn't even respond with something that was light-hearted.
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Post by Ten on Dec 4, 2008 19:42:46 GMT -5
Grimykit shook his head. "Not takin' everythin' serious is how you live. Can't never enjoy yourself when you be actin' all grim. You should try havin' fun some time - you'd like it." He paused after the suggestion, nodding his certainty, then looked at his paws. "Aw, now you got me talkin' preachy. You shouldn'ta done that, Nightpelt. I reckon you like bein' unhappy?"
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Post by renji on Dec 4, 2008 21:15:53 GMT -5
"I'm not unhappy," Nightpelt replied easily enough. He didn't add that he wasn't happy either. So long as he was alive, that was enough. "And how do you suggest that we have fun?" he asked skeptically. The thought of fun consisted of a good night of hunting to Nightpelt, but for the tom who Nightpelt never saw hunting, he wasn't sure what his definition of enjoyment was. "Let me guess. You just flirt with the she-cats?"
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Post by Ten on Dec 5, 2008 9:12:32 GMT -5
"O' course not," the tabby scoffed. “I jus’ do whateva I feel like doin’. I go ‘round blessin’ cats with my presence, talkin’ to ‘em, teasin’ ‘em, mockin’ ‘em, seein’ what funny things they’ll do and what trouble I can make. You eva do stuff like that? Jus’ go ‘round talkin’?”
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Post by renji on Dec 5, 2008 17:37:19 GMT -5
Nightpelt looked down and tried to recall what life had been like when his mother and siblings had been alive. "I can't say I have," he finally admitted. "I don't think anyone here is worth talking to." He didn't feel bad about saying that; his loneliness was something he was not only used to but also didn't take for granted. Single survival was much easier than group living in Nightpelt's opinion. "So in other words, you go around bugging people until they want to claw your fur off?"
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