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Fudge stared blankly down at the one portion of the moving mountain of bumbling joy that was currently neck deep in snow available to the naked eye. Hmmm... perhaps he should have considered anything else other than... well... The Boulder's head to try and remove from under the weapon of mass destruction his mentor had concocted in this furious war of frost. But hey, at least they could breath? That was something, right? And as a bonus point, they were most certainly
not angry. The giggling had been clue enough, truth be told, but being casually informed that he'd
gotten them good and that it was
an amazing shot definitely left no question about it. No, if anything, it made the young apprentice's chest puff up some, the slightest hint of a proud smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth for a moment before it was gone.
It wasn't even his need to make sure he wasn't exposing himself, displaying his weak emotions out for every cat to see that made the expression vanish. No. It was confusion. Plain and simple for once, his eyebrow quirked questioningly up. Because... fun? Did... did The Boulder think he was having fun? Oh no no no, that was... not accurate at all! Fun was a kittenish notion. Something only kittypets and cats surrounded by others that could protect them indulged in. For cats like him, though? Fun was an impossibility. Time wasted in the quest for survivability. This had been the second lesson he had learned in his short lived time alone in the city. How fun was reserved only for the strong. For the bullies. The cats who surrounded you as you found that scrap of food under the rubbish housefolk vessel and asked their buddies
You guys wanna have some fun? Ugh... if he closed his eyes he could swear he could still hear the mocking laughter that had followed his eagerness to play.
Still, it wasn't The Boulder's fault if they didn't understand his conundrum here. Fudge's mentor was strong. Imposing. The most menacing cat he had ever seen, really... at least until they opened their mouth and displayed what a seemingly kind hearted cat they truly were. They were technically still related to Angry, so maybe the Havana Brown mix had simply not seen the signs of anger that the two of them shared, but so far the brown tripod had never made a single motion to attack or hurt him, and he... wanted to believe they never would. So he indulged the feline's assumption by not correcting that his intentions had been enraged defensiveness over fun. What The Boulder didn't know wouldn't hurt them - or him, by extension - and it really wasn't enough of an issue to bring up, anyways.
At the yellow eyed feline's pleading look, a small snort escaped the apprentice, an ear twitching as he cocked his head to the side. The Boulder was really stuck in there, weren't they? And it was... partly his fault. He couldn't well leave his mentor stuck in the snow, now could he? That would be... pretty cold, even by his standards. Besides, The Boulder would never leave him stuck in the snow like this! The former kittypet might not be too sold on the idea of friends, but he wasn't about to turn his back on the singular cat he actively considered one.
"Endeavored," Fudge mewed, giving the colossal warrior a nod before taking a single leap to the top of the snow pile his mentor resided beneath, only to find himself half buried in the snow that had accumulated there. Well then... he certainly had his work cut out for him today, that much was for sure.
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Rani [Mudhound]