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Butch was rather disillusioned in regard to his last fight, one in which he'd lost to a pudgy kittypet. He hated the challenge to his skill, especially when it showed his inability to battle. He was supposed to be a rough, tough cat, not a scared mouse who ran from a kittypet's garden! Glad that nobody had seen him in his saddest moments, barring the victorious kittypet, he tried not to make his sulking obvious. Butch returned to his confident stride, trying to keep his tail raised as opposed to between his legs.

It wasn't long that he'd heard the squeaky cries of a kitten, the tom groaning in response. Was there a mother cat nearby? Irritated by the crying, Butch stomped angrily towards the sound. "Hey, tell your kid to be quiet! I can't even think to myself..." The aggravated ex-kittypet had barged right into a scene he wasn't exactly prepared for. Two cats? He stopped in his tracks, silent and ashamedly curious. He stared at the source of the crying, padding slightly closer.