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"Yeah, tell me about it... Whatever a StarClan is," he mumbled, tail twitching slightly as he'd noticed the smarmy expression on the nameless tom's face. Well, the look wasn't much of a warning. Butch had expected for him to have another go at him, but he wasn't met with a challenging response. The collared cat simply shrugged in response, glad that the bundle of fur would be farther away now. As he continued to speak, the russet cat widened his eyes in surprise. Well... That was something he'd never thought of before. Kittens were loud enough to scare off prey... Well, and be noticed by predators. What would a wild cat's mother do to feed and protect their kitten?

Unknowingly, a befuddled look had already crossed the young tom's face as he became lost in his own thoughts, the amount of expressions he was pulling were rather ridiculous. Snapping out of his trance, he simply blinked and shot a quick; "Uh, sure," before getting his bearings straight again. "...Who are you?" Butch was barely even aware that there was no real follow-up to that question, though he certainly wouldn't care if he knew. "Have you two been... Dating?"