[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Arie

Wow. This cat was really slow in the head. Stagpaw didn't really get it... why did it take him so long to form a reasonable sentence and why was he staring at him like... like he'd grown a second head? Looking back at his neck, Stagpaw confirmed that indeed there was not a second head attached to his neck and he looked back at Livereater in even more confusion. What was he staring at? Like he didn't have a second head and he was quite sure that he didn't bear anything that looked wrong so what could be like... looked at? His paw he knew was a given but Quicksilver was looking at him. Like... the entire him. Oh and then he finally said something but... this was what he'd been expecting. What was there with adults and their wrong perception of 'fun'? Bees were fun! And in denial he shook his head and lifted his paw and poked it at Livereater's chest and then proceeded to attempt to slap his ears as the dumb warrior asked if he'd ever seen a bee. Did he not see the many battle scars Stagpaw had on his body? "I'VE SEEN MANY BEES! And I've been fighting them too! AND I was actually useful and I got their honey for Oogly and Old and Herpwerp to use! So... bees ARE fun you're just some old guy who does not see the fun in it... but do you wanna go bee watching with me? We're not destroying a nest just... having fun!" he smiled brightly and looked up at the warrior quizzingly.

What even was this child? Pumapaw was bad but this right here in front of him....? Quicksilver didn't know what to say. Maybe he should've given Twilightstar more credit if this was what she had had to deal with.... they were kind of in the same boat when it came to crazy and weird apprentices with apparently no filter. And.... there was the insults. But Quicksilver didn't understand this one.... He kept himself well-groomed and kept exercising, plus his pelt was silver already so silver hairs of old age couldn't be seen growing in. Stagpaw should have no reason to call him an old guy. In perspective, he believed he looked at the most 30 moons. Maybe 35.
"Okay here's the thing kid." He meowed, shaking his head as he stretched out his forelegs. "I am not a fan of bees, never have been, never will be. But I'm also not 'just some old guy', if you're going to call me old, I am The Old Guy, okay? Do not group me in a group, especially if its of old cats. I refuse to be part of that." Quicksilver then stood straight, tail-bob flicking. "So if you want to go get stung spying on bees, then so bee it. I'll come with you, but as soon as the bees are within a fox-length radius of me I'm running." He was making puns and this was bad. That was a dad thing. He'd accepted long ago that he wasn't a good dad and was never going to be. So he definitely needed to not act like one.