Scorchedkit
He/Him, prickly furred brown and red mackerel tabby Tom with large ears and amber eyes
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Scorchedkit stumbled backward as Moonkit dived for the
playden entrance, annoyance still throbbing in his chest.
Moonkit just didn’t understand the point he was trying to
get through- she didn’t seem to even be considering taking
his advice. “
Well, technically you aren’t wrong when you
say I was watching you- but remember,
Moonkit, that isn’t what I was trying to tell you!” He told
her, clearly not making a single attempt to hide his annoyance
from his tone. Moonkit really didn’t understand. Then he would
have to explain even more. “
Clearly, the point I have trying
to make was that you watching others in the way that you
were was creepy… not that you shouldn’t watch people. Moonkit,
do I look like a hypocrite?” Scorchedkit thought about his
own question.
Well, to her- yes, obviously. But what have a
done to be considered one? He forced the now slightly risen
fur on his neck to flatten. “
I was never blaming you for
watching cats. I was accusing you of watching them in a way
that would clearly affect you in a negative way. I was
helping you,”
Scorchedkit backed away from the entrance, allowing the
black and white she-Kit to exit if she wanted to. And just for
the fun of it, he added his early mistake. “
Moo-kit.”
He couldn’t help but think- Moonkit did in fact have some
white on her black for, Moo-Kit seemed like an appropriate
name. He’d heard of the cows near Windclan, especially them
being the first part of Windclan’s current medicine cat, Cow…
something’s name. Cowtuft, that was it. Anyway, he felt like it
was an appropriate nickname for Moonkit. So as he let Moo-Kit
make her way out of the den if she wanted to, he grumbled,
“
Don’t have to get so… angry over simple things,
Moo-Kit.” He nodded to the entrance.
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mooncake ~