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Originally Posted by Nighty
"Do us both a favor Patchy, and don't call me mouse brain again." Singe snapped at her, teeth bared in a snarl. He forced himself to regain composure, and face the situation with at least a shred of dignity. "Somehow I find it hard to believe they let you in Starclan. So you just, thought about what you did? Like a timeout for a kit who does something wrong? Heck, if that's all it's takes then we're all perfectly fine then! Say hello to Bucknight for me, cause I'm sure he sat there and thought a boy what he did. Oh and Ratnight and Blazingnight too. Such bad cats got a terrible timeout. Maybe their timeout and time in the corner is over by now." He spat at her, sarcasm dripping from his tone. |
"It's not like that!" Patchy's teeth began to bare,
"Don't get on my bad side Singe!" the pale tortoiseshell hissed,
"We both know how that will end..." she looked annoyed, staring at practically nothing.
All of a sudden, another white flash floated down from silverpelt and landed next to Patchy. It shone brightly as it formed the shape of a long furred grey tom with bright amber eyes appeared next to Patchy.
Patchy peeked up and spun around in his direction,
"Orangeheart! What are you doing here?" she stared at Orangeheart, a confused expression on her face.
"I was just wondering where you went. Is that so much of a crime?" he leaned forward and touched Patchy's nose, intertwining his tail with her'S.
"No, no it's not." Patchy's voice became sweet as she brushed her pelt against his and turned back to Singe.
"Who's this Savannah?" Orangeheart's gaze turned to Singe.
"This is Singe..." Patchy hissed.
Orangeheart, having heard about him, took a slight step forward in front of Patchy, flashing a warning glance at Singe.