the mink vs the tree

[Arie]

-- @Mayflower @Shimm --
{Can we have a banner with Papa Brindle please? May, you can get one with Papa 'Messedupface'}

Cypress looked up at their father, their eyes shining brightly. "Sure I can fight all of them! I just did!" they shot a pointed glare at Ratface with their glowing eyes. "You can blabber all you want rattie, but nothing gonna change the fact that you're a ratface, and your mom prob... refused to acknowledge you." That hit a vein in Cypress's own brain but they pushed it aside. They had no mother. No mother. According to Brindlejaw their mother had abandoned them and refused to take care of them and so they were his kit. They didn't know how or why, but... they were his kit. And they would gladly accept that as they pressed themselves up closer to their father. "Hmph. Hunting... why isn't it something useful such as learning to actually make cat's pretty like Ratface over there. His wound really improves his still ugly appearance." Their tail twitched at their remark. "The elders will probably at least enjoy my company, compared to Ratface who might kill them if he shows up... I wonder how many cats you've killed with your... ehm not so pleasant race face." The last part of it was obviously directed towards Minkpaw. Yet when they felt their father getting agitated and then interrogating Ratface they let out a small snicker but it wasn't about what they suspected he would interrogate him about. "Why do you care for Ratface's mother? You going to say their son was being a little proper idiot and sadly could not handle themselves in a fight?"