[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Brooklyn Trees

Bugpaw flicked his dark ears as the she-cat began to speak, fighting the urge to just storm off, away from this kit who hates the world as much as he did. It showed him what others would see him as, and he was no longer sure if this was what he wanted to be, which frustrated him immensely.
The ragdoll lashed his tail, flattening his hears and omitting a low growling sound, though muffled, about the same time as Tawnykit did the same.
He looked up sharply at her as this happened, narrowing his eyes at her.

He wasn't sure if he hated or simply disliked this she-cat, or perhaps if he was even indifferent towards her. Indifference was about as close as he got to liking anybody.
Except, that is, one particular she-cat from another clan. But that was a while ago and he was now pushing himself to forget that and go back to hating everything just so that he wouldn't have to lose somebody else.

He forced himself back into the present, still half-glaring at the smaller cat.
"In the aspect of hating." He said, by way of agreement, though he disliked to admit any similarities to anybody, whether it be fur color or mutual hatred.
He lashed his tail against the ground, blinking at her with narrowed eyes and still flattened ears.
He had not managed to calm himself down to the level of disliking the world once again, he still despised and hated the very existence of everything, including himself, though he had refrained from lashing out.

Tawnykit could see how he was quite clearly getting frustrated, but she pretended not to notice, her eyes narrowed so that they seemed to be nearly closed, but they were not. She was silently glaring at the long furred black tom, wondering if this was a mistake, and she should've just turned around and stalked off before he'd even noticed her, but no. It was too late for that now, and anyways, she was not the type to give up. The brown tabby turned her head away, growling softly, trying to keep her patients. She paused only briefly, then opened her jaws, looking back towards Bugpaw.

Then she shut her mouth, having noticed that he seemed rather deep in thought, and she relaxed a little, watching him, wondering what he was thinking about. She knew only that it was better not to ask, as the young molly knew that he would surely loose his temper completely if she were to ask. Already, she could tell that he was a short tempered cat, as were most in her opinion, just others were better at hiding it than he was. As she watched, she wondered if she hated him, and realized that the answer should be obviously yes, but it was only a slightly, after all, he was still here, while she probably would've left at his age. He was her enemy. He was ShadowClan. And yet, she couldn't convince herself, seeing as he seemed to hate ShadowClan.

Then she was pulled from her thoughts as he spoke, and she glanced towards him, trying not to laugh. She wasn't sure why, but she found that it was somewhat funny, how they were only not hating each other because they both hated. Then her amusement was gone, as she remembered things she half wished she could forget, reentered her mind. “In the aspect of hating.” she agreed, glancing swiftly around camp, wondering if now would be a good time to wander away, as if she'd forgotten about their conversation, if it could even be called that.