[RedHead]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

A dark furred Molly sat in the RiverClan clearing, her face had a irritated look as she glanced around.'How annoying..'.Thinking this her ears flicked as she saw a shecat near her age try to approach her, Dark'Paw flashed a deathly glare scaring the shecat off. Satisfied with her self she now had a smug look on her face."I can't believe I have to deal with these mousebrains all the time".She muttered grumpily,This she was not one for social interactions or having things called 'friends'.'Oh how I wish i could go and sleep in my nest, it's too cold'.She complained to herself in her head as she sulkily sat there.

@RedHead

He was in a playful mood this morning, that much one could say. The white-furred tom always had more energy when he wasn’t expending it on talking to others. But talking to others, as an extrovert, gave him positive uplifting energy. The energy he held right now was nervous, antsy energy. The energy that pushed him to do something so that he was not sitting around, doting on the meaning of life. Who did that? It was B-O-R-I-N-G.
So it wasn’t a surprise that, due to this energy, Saltpaw’s amazingly sapphire blue eyes landed on a lone black-furred feline in the clearing, and he stalked straight up to her. His sharp hearing caught her muttered words, slurred together by her voice but perfectly clear in his mind.
Oh no. This just would not do. No cat had the liberty to call him a mousebrain without his say in the matter. Even though she wasn’t talking directly to him, he still took the words as a personal insult, overdramatic as always. Saltpaw did not understand the value of personal space. He was still young, and his family had never had much personal space. They were all cats who very much enjoyed being in close physical proximity with others. And that’s how Saltpaw had learned to develop his social interactions. So, he shoved his nose right inter her face, mere centimeters away from physically touching her. “I’ll have you know that this ‘mousebrain’ won’t stand for your toxic attitude.” He meowed, eyes scrutinizing her as he took a small step back. But only small. “In fact, he’s such a gentleman that he’s willing to cheer you up, right here, right now.” With a smirk, Saltpaw swished his tail, eyes sparkling teasingly. “What do you say about that Pouty?”