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Originally Posted by chickadee
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bunnytuft - riverclan - warrior - he/him
Bunnytuft was in the middle of grooming his pelt when he suddenly got crashed into by some inconsiderate and clumsy fleabag. He cringed as the cat knocked into him. Just great. Now his mood was soured even more. The tom glared down at the she-cat who was clumsy enough to barrel into him. Now his pelt was ruffled even more.
Instead of asking if she was okay, or doing anything to try to help or show a shred of kindness to her, he makes a snide remark. "How do StarClan's name does any cat manage to be so clumsy?" He hisses, moving out of the way to sit back down with his tail curled around his paws.
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Owltalon let out a snort, her nose stinging from the impact.
Wait... wait. Who did this cat think he was? ROYALTY?
Owltalon bit her tongue. She didn't have time for such nonsense! It's best to just find humor in the situation, she was pretty good at that.
"Apologies," she began, bitting back the snarky "your Majesty" that nearly left her tongue.
She started to shift her focus on the snow and how to shuffle her way out of it. Owltalon wasn't a tall she-cat, infact she was quite bulky. But she wasn't about to let her figure bring her down, not today!
"You were just hard to see, that's all." Owltalon explained with a slow shrug.