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Disinterested in what Angry was saying - denying the would be bugs from being bugs - Fudge lay his head on his paws, narrowed eyes on the diminutive feline atop the rock in a fairly blank stare until... it wasn't. Ears perking up, the chocolate point raised his head with interest. Wait. Apprentices couldn't leave camp? Then why in the hell had his name changed? Again! Surely if no one could leave until they had gained a
special, unique name then there was no point in distinguishing between a kit and a paw?
Whatever. He wasn't about to try to understand the weird customs and rituals these cats had any time soon. Besides, he didn't have time to process that as much as he would have normally wanted, anyways. The next words out of irrationality and ire incarnate brought terror to his very heart. War? They were at war? With other cats? And they were supposed to kill them on sight?! Had Angry lost all common sense?! How were they supposed to convince the other cats to stop the war if they kept killing all of their- Oh...
Eyes widening imperceptibly, Fudge realized that these cats had no intention to stop this war. Yep. He would never understand these cats. Not only were they already at war and angry with them, Angry wanted to make them even more enraged? Oh and what was that? They were also poking a second clan as well? To make them angry too? Never mind Angry. This cat had gone straight down to Captain Ragey. Just what mess had he gotten himself into joining these clan cats?!
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