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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz
Foxspring flicked his tail in her direction. He shouldn't need to explain himself to her. It was almost obvious in his mind, so he didn't know why it wasn't in hers. "I am useless sitting around camp, not doing anything. Weak cats who can't hunt are useless," he mumbled, his yellow hues narrowed until he suddenly flinched as she spooked from the snow. What the? He stared at Forestpelt with his ears laid back against his skull. He didn't know what to think of the action. It was snow. He wasn't going to mention anything, although her words broke his silence almost like she read his mind. "There's no need to explain yourself, I was just gonna go on my way like it didn't happen," he replied, flicking his fluffy tail. The fox-colored warrior took the moment they paused to give his chest a few licks almost as if he were reassuring himself that everything happening was fine. Foxspring soon turned to look at her again, her green hues were misted over and he knew instantly that she was thinking about something. Although he knew it didn't concern him, something had always bothered the she-cat and that was the conversation that brought them to this point. |
"Just because you're hurt doesn't necessarily mean you're weak. As long as you aren't dead, it means you've survived a fight- which makes you strong."Forestpelt mewed. She was beginning to grow frustrated with the tom's way of putting himself down. It wasn't necessary! He didn't needto feel discriminated against...he was choosing that. Perhaps that was part of the reason that Forestpelt found it so hard to walk away from him. Not hard, necessarily...but it was a strange thing. Part of her wanted to be accepted by him, but most of her was fighting against it, causing her to sometimes speak softer and kinder; at other times in her usual harsh, sharp voice. "Really? That definitely isn't what your body language stated. Don't lie to me."Forestpelt hissed in her sharp tone. Whatever reassurance she had been trying to give before was gone. It had been replaced by this strange, sharp half-hiss that made her voice so harsh and angry. What did she have to be angry about? Foxspring hadn't necessarily said anything wrong- but his words had upset her nonetheless.