"Careful why?"

And here is Swantooth, appearing once more only to be a nuisance with her big, hollow eyes and her unyielding nosiness. She'd been passing from the warriors' den toward the freshkill pile when she had overhead the brief exchange between Wolfclaw and Blacklily. Was any of that her business? No, of course it wasn't. Would that stop her from halting in her tracks, turning bodily toward Wolfclaw, and asking him that question out of the blue? Also no. Sometimes the fog clears and Swantooth has no choice but to peek her head into other cats' lives...and typically whenever that happens, her prying little paws are soon to follow.

"Is she stupid? Is that why?"

And so is her insane lack of tact.

@Splitmoon ; WOLFCLAW

He's miffed with her. That is because you said something mean, Swantooth tells hersef with all the detached interest of somebody in a dream. Wolfclaw is so far away from her, but his hostility is a bright enough spark to focus on. Swantooth's mouth twitches into a lopsided, awkward smile. She's not smiling at him, though.

"Oh. Would you do that?" Tell on her? For what? She's torn—on the one paw, it would be very...very...very funny, to be told on for namecalling at her big age. On the other, though, Swantooth can barely handle these uncomfortable one-on-ones, let alone an interaction with more weight and more company. She's getting irritated just thinking about it, but the smile is still there. It really is a very funny thought. "Would you really do that?"

She doesn't budge. She looks like she's about to burst, because the longer she thinks about it , the sillier it gets. And it must come as no surprise, Swantooth has a terrible sense of humor.

"Will you tell on me if I don't move?"

( random swan event ! )

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