[Teza]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Bushhunter felt a twinge of pity for the she cat who was grooming her, and had been- well...tolerant of her for a short while. "Hm. I'm sorry, that's not...right." Bushhunter growled in her low voice. She looked back at Almondpelt with a concerned expression and sighed, wondering what other secrets the pretty she cat was hiding. She couldn't imagine Almondpelt wanting a mate and kits. She didn't understand why anyone would want a mate and kits. Kits were loud, and toms- toms were just horrible. She hated them. All of them. She didn't understand why anyone would fall in love with such an arrogant gender...and she definitely knew that she wouldn't...anytime in the near future, at least. "My family?" Bushhunter sighed, remembering the memories from her past. She wondered if she should tell Almondpelt everything...why not. She won't judge. And if she does, I'll claw her stupid face off. Almondpelt thought, her hues snapping with the familiar stubbornness from before. "Oh, well...my Mom was always shouting at my Dad. And my Dad was always...yelling at my Mom. They were always fighting, never happy...and then my Dad just left. He left my Mom and me, and my brother. My brother couldn't handle it. He got mad at Mom for getting mad at Dad, and...he left. I don't know where he is now. Mom had a nervous breakdown, she's dead now, but..." Bushhunter's voice trailed off and she stopped speaking. She didn't need to tell Almondpelt every single detail. She didn't want to. She was scared to, to be honest...but what was there to be scared of? She wasn't sure.

(no worries! Also- boop for SC)

(Oh mouse-dung, I'm on it xD)

Almondpelt's ears pinned closer to her head at Bushhunter's story. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up such terrible memories... Well anyway, let's get back to this pelt, shall we?" she asked, trying to be happy again. There was a small hint of hesitation in her voice like she was still upset about what the two she-cats had just spoken about, but it was hardly noticeable. She put a paw up onto Bushhunter's shoulder and lightly stuck her claws into the other she-cat's fur, careful not to touch the skin underneath. She then slowly and gently dragged her paw down along the fur, freeing any tangles in her claws' path. After doing this a few times over the entirety of Bushhunter's pelt, she was finished. "Wow, Bushhunter, you look so beautiful with your fur groomed!" she exclaimed, all but forgetting about their earlier conversation.