| Sprucekit |
A drink. That was all he'd wanted. To take a few quick laps of water from the gentle stream that flowed in the clearing. But evidently that was too much to ask for. No sooner had his tongue poked out from its toothy prison, the camp exploded. Well... not literally. No no. These cat's homes only imploded if we were talking in literary terms. But explosions? Those were only metaphorical. Or at least... he hoped they were only metaphorical. A quiet, peaceful,
boring haven his ass. That stranger had lied to him, and he had words he wanted to exchange with 'em.
Okay, that wasn't true. He had a word. One. Anything more was a waste of time. Oooh but he would make it count. Mark his word. Fudge always made his words count, no matter how sparse they were. No. Wait. Not Fudge.
Sprucekit. A sneer of contempt almost formed on the chocolate colored kit's deadpanned face, threatening to break the emotionless expression he always carried. Almost. It was too much effort to actually bother with it. Especially considering all the infernal jabbering the others had incurred upon themselves and others. Couldn't they just be quiet? Just once? The fluffy kit supposed that was too much to ask. Imagine. Changing your name with every bowel movement you took. No wonder they were all mad.
With a sigh, Fudge - he still had enough sensibility to call himself that even if the others hadn't a clue as to what his actual name was - took his drink, emerald hues pointedly glaring at the screechers who insisted on raising their voices to the heavens. He wouldn't tell them they should shut up. Fudge wasn't daft. He knew that would be the equivalent of talking to a wall. And he would prefer avoiding a beating if he could. He knew these cats claimed to be above such things, but honestly... who knew when Honeyapplecrunchytastymeal would finally go rogue? With a snort, he padded some space away from the rowdy bunch, choosing a mossy patch of floor that best reminded him of the soft, warm bed of his first moon - back when his ma had still loved and cared for him - before pointedly looking away from the rabble. Maybe if he pretended they weren't there he'd be able to get some semblance of peace.
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