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Originally Posted by RedHead
The calico molly let out a very long, very exasperated sigh. This is why she hated kits. They were so annoying and oblivious. And the didn't understand anything about... well... anything. And this kit smelled weird too, he probably hadn't been in Riverclan long. Just makes him that much more of a brat. Granted, she knew she acted very much the same way as a kit, but that didn't give him any right to. But she was above that now. She was Flowerpaw, and she was hungry. "Suppose you can't notice greatness when you see it. She spat, flicking her feather tail to further show her annoyance. "And Fawn-the-paw is actually a member of your clan, so I assume you're the weird one kit, since I know who he is and I don't even live here." With a huff due to his denial of her request, Flowerpaw stood, baring her teeth at the kit and giving him a glare. "Fine, whatever. I'm a big girl anyways, so I'll go get the food myself." She then lifted her head high and began to pad across the clearing towards the fresh-kill pile as if she knew what she was doing. Act like you belong, and no one will question you.
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He huffed, ears flattening as the molly walked away. Palekit hopped up and followed after her, though moving much slower with his tiny legs. "You don't look very big!" the kit stated, his tail waving back and forth, "And where do you live? Who's Fawn the paw?" Palekit stopped beside the weird she-cat, looking up at her with squinted eyes. He wrinkled his nose and frowned, puffing up his chest and trying to reach the she-cat's height as he spoke to her.