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Originally Posted by Inglewood Binks
Mumblehen exploded with fear and reeled backwards on his bum, flailing his paws to stop himself from falling at the cat's outburst and hiss. His flecked cream fur spiked up in all directions, doubling his size while his eyes were wider then two green moons. Mumblehen looked back at the cat as best he could to see he, too, had nearly fallen backwards like a gust of had wind blown them back in two specific and opposite directions. He could feel the fear and anger radiating off the spotted white cat, which inspired dismay to twist his stomach. After several moments, specifically when ibisprowl already regained himself, Mumblehen shuffled his way into a sitting position once again. He stared at the cat with angst, ears mimicking his as they folded backwards. Out of his surprise, a small and reticent mew touched his ears. Knowing that Mumblehen's head was set with two menacing beacons that impossibilized the hope of one's privacy when talking with him around.
"Yeah," he managed, almost equally as quiet but more of emotion then the other cat's. Mumblehen watched him eat for a few moments, until remembering his own meal at his feet. His head quickly dipped downwards and Mumblehen worked on the prey, his fur burning with uneasiness.
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After his surprised little outburst, the black and white warrior seemed to hold his head a little lower, perhaps even a look of guilt on his face conflicting with a look of anger, though it wasn't apparent who the anger was held towards and it was likely just a good idea not to ask.
Stop getting angry at other cats for things they can't help. But he scared you, of course you're going to get angry, you hate being scared! You'll never make friends that way... His mind continued on with it's battle about whether he was in the right or in the wrong for feeling angry about this other tom scaring him when in actuality, it didn't matter because he masked his emotions well. The look of anger that might have been there a few seconds after he had been scared was gone now replaced with a rather blank face, other cats referred to it as his mask. What was there though, the emotion poking through that mask was frustration and it seemed to be growing before he quickly shook his head, disrupting the fight his mind was trying to continue as he realized, finally, that it didn't matter because the emotion was over.
The bobbed tail tom's pale green eyes glanced over as he felt the gaze of the other tom on him before he looked back at the place where his meal was just a few moments before, his tongue rasping over his lips again.
You should apologize, he likely got just as scared as you. The good part of his mind said, his eyes glancing back to Mumblehen before he cleared his throat nervously, shifting his weight a bit.
"I, uh.. Sorry a-about that, it's just, I um.. I scare.. Easily.. Heh." His ears flattened and he clenched his jaw shut tight after speaking, realizing how weak of an apology that was and knowing that it would do little to alleviate the feeling of uneasiness that had settled between the two toms that would be hunting together. He probably already knows that now, why did you even bother telling him? The more pessimistic side of his mind questioned before he simply shook his head to clear away the thought.