| Sprucepaw |
Emerald hues blinked once. Twice. Before a glare crossed his usually deadpanned expression. Seriously? That's what they'd been woken up for? For a pat on the back because the battle patrol had won and killed some cats? Sheesh... talk about anger. Although Angry wanting to talk about violent outbursts of murder that had been caused by violent outbursts of anger was probably not something to surprise anyone? Fudge didn't know, to be honest, and he was far too tired to care.
Getting up, only half listening to what Angry had said - he had perfectly caught on to the fact that he was free to leave, of course - the young tom turned to return into the apprentices' den, back to his nest, when he spotted it. The familiar, mottled brown fur and mountainous form of The Boulder. Curiously, the tom let his gaze wander towards the giant, only to realize they were... busy. Or rather sleeping. While cuddling with a bunch - or two, semantics - of apprentices and kits. Feeling his hackles raise momentarily, the Havana brown mix forced himself to relax, his expression becoming emotionless once more.
He thought he wouldn't have to deal with this kind of display anymore once he'd left the nursery. With this... this... overly familiar, snuggly
weakness. What was it with these clan cats, needing to cling to one another like if their life depended on it? Didn't they know that you could trust no one? That everyone would leave you for a better life in the end? It wasn't that he was lonely. Or jealous. He just couldn't stand these... these...
idiots fooling themselves. That's all.
His lashing tail being the only display of his inner tantrum, Fudge turned his gaze away, unwilling to be subjected to such tomfoolery any longer. Stiff legged, the apprentice returned to his nest, pacing back and forth a few times before he could find a comfortable spot between his moss figures. Seething for reasons unknown to him - he was no longer in the presence of any cats being idiots, no longer surrounded by a bunch of felines talking too loud for his liking - he reluctantly turned to the figures, giving them each a small lick on what could be perceived as a head before settling his own between his paws.
"Night..." he mumbled, his eyes drooping as he curled himself into a ball, his back pressed against one of his mossy companions while he wrapped his tail around the other.