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Originally Posted by starfall
{It's quite alright, mine's fairly late ;v; so there's no need to apologize, and no need to rush~ just reply whenever you've got free time for this little role play~}
The dusky grey Tom cocked his head to the side and flicked his ear as the Elder began to stuff his face, the noises the old Tom made slightly disgusted the younger, but he pushed that emotion away and instead replaced it with amusement and joy, he was happy that Acorntuft liked the piece of prey he chose for him, made him feel slightly accomplished. He straned a gasp at the elders next request, he looked down at his paws and shuffled them, his golden gaze shone with uncertainty "I don't think you want that, I'm fairly large for my size, I wouldn't want to hurt you." he stated, his tail tip twitched. The smoky grey Tom let out a sigh and slowly made his way on top of the elders back and started to gently rub the toms back, he didn't want to tell the elder no, if they asked for it, he would do it for them, they at least deserved that much. He suppressed a shiver as a cold wind blew into the den, his fur ruffled and he sneezed, he hated the cold it was his least favorite season. He let out a snort and flicked his ear, he made a mental not to fix that once he became an apprentice, he would make it his first priority.
Sootkit continued to gently rub acorntuft on the back in small, circular motions, making sure he rubbed all of the stiff muscles. He looked at the back of the elders head and smiled sweetly "I'm okay with any story really, no need to pick your brain to find an exciting one." he purred, he really meant it, he believed that elders were precious to the clans, the gave the clan wisdom and they gave the apprentices some chores to do, he liked to make sure his paws were always working, always doing something. He sat quietly as he was rubbing the old toms back and listened quietly, awaiting patently for the elder to begin his story.
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Acorntuft spread out like an eagle with satisfaction as the kit stepped onto his back. The bones and muscles of the small elder popped a few times whilst the pressure, but the old tom seemed to like it?
"Alright, alright, you'been olagonin' so I mean the least I could do is tell ya somethin," Acorntuft rolled his eyes, and decided on the first event he remembered that was worth talking about.
"Okay, okay so there was this flood, y'hear? It was not like heading out for a craic, let-me tell'you! Anyways, so it was right before those whankers took over in the Evil Era, we still huddled in tunnels like rabbits! The tunnel-camps were jammers, 'bout time we got out. But anyways, it started raining a whole lot, the rivers started fillin' and next thing you-know-it, we 'ere flushed out the camp like dead fish in a toilette! Then, I believe RiverClan had to join ThunderClan because their whole territ'ry was a puddle by now, and we had to join the rabbit-chewers in WindClan. Now, now those crummy make-shift camps were jammers, all the way to StarClan! There was no bolloxology then, let me tell ya. In fact, I think some ThunderClan deputy-girl died in those bloody floods, the old leader was missing so the squirrel-chasers were left with nothin' but a medicine cat! I wonder to this day why no dumb leader decided to take th'piss on 'em because it would've been a cake walk to do. That would've shown those arrogant stooks, always acting the maggot!"