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Originally Posted by RedHead
Spicepaw had had enough of this kit. Scared of my dad? Pssshhh.
He's as kind as a plump rabbit on a green-leaf afternoon. Spicepaw was starting to grow a deep remorse for even taking notice of this small bundle of annoyance who bounded up to him. All she was causing him was annoyance and grief. Spicepaw usually could tolerate that, but right now? He was under a lot of emotional stress, and it had started to affect his mind and health. He definitely hadn't been eating enough, but the main reason was because he still was not used to eating that much due to living as a loner for so long. Spicepaw just wanted support from someone, someone who wasn't part of his circle of family drama, someone who might understand him. But then again, That was probably just wishful thinking. Spice usually didn't rely on anyone.
"I'm not scared of my father. And I am definitely not going to sit here and tolerate you being rude and disrespectful. So, you can either stop it, or walk away now." Spicepaw growled to Graykit, his temper boiling at the surface. You could clearly see that Spicepaw was ready to blow over.
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As youngsters do, Greykit hadn't realized the impact her teasing had had on the older cat and recoiled when he suddenly growled at her. She wasn't used to be growled at and her ears tipped to the sides as her eyes went wide. She hadn't really meant to hurt him, she just wanted to get her own way. The growl had surprised her and she could feel tear immediately well into her eyes. She was still sensitive despite her attitude and lack of manners, she was still young and simply didn't yet understand the impact of her actions. Though she was slowly trying to. Something in her chest hurt and felt a tinge of fear. She scuttled back a few steps and lowered her gaze from his angry one. Without her father around to be angry at her, she had never really experienced true chastising. "Sorry." She whispered to the mucky ground. Her eyes darted back up long enough to reveal it was meant to be true before darting back to the sides, looking for a sort of escape route. Her ears burned hotly with embarrassment at the fact that she'd teared up in front of an apprentice. Greykit felt put in her place and it was a rather uncomfortable pill to swallow. Though the act had seemed to snap some sort of politeness in her as she awaited dismissal from Spicepaw. Though honestly, she didn't want him to accept her apology, then she'd have an excuse to continue with her bad attitude. It would happen either way, something like that wasn't easily scoren. Though his response could perhaps settle some sort of guilt in her whenever she continued the behavior.