[Kitty Mama]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Berries...mmmm. Grizzlyprint laid his head down on his paws, dreaming about the delicious food. More of a dessert for cats like him. Most of these clan cats didn't know about berries, but boy...he knew his berries. He loved his berries. And, his sweet tree sapling. It was like - he was surrounded by berries. Different types of berries, and all of them had been delicious. In reality, his tongue was lolled out his mouth, but in his dream his tongue had been wrapped around as many berries he could eat. He could taste it. And, man...they tasted amazing. Another wouldn't believe he was even dreaming, but he was deep asleep. Running through a field of different berries. Being able to gulp them up as much as he could. This...this was the life.
Until something disturbed him. Sounded like leaves being scratched. Grizzlyprint found himself looking up at the sky, and noticed that the leaves were indeed falling. But, why were they making such a horrid noise? In reality, the tom muttered in his sleep inaudible phrases, then he started shifting around. The leaves were annoying. They continued to fall, and scratch. It made the tom want to snap. For Grizzlyprint didn't have a lick of patience in his personality. His movement became out of control and the tom finally ceased everything, and shot his head up in a blazing movement. He darted his eyes around until he was met with a young tom who seemed to just woken up from his own...trance. ''Oh?'' His voice was gruff, sounding more of a growl than anything. Grizzlyprint became unsettled. Like a bear being woken from their hibernation in the middle of winter. ''Well, isn't that obvious?'' He clenched his teeth. The ragged tom was highly displeased with being woken up. Especially from a dream as such. Turning his glaring hues back onto the other tom, he squinted his eyes to figure out who it was. But, the young tom got up, apologizing profusely - then stumbled into the other nest. ''Hah.'' The faintest of smiles appeared on the rugged tom's maw. Definitely Stagleap. Grizzlyprint didn't think he'd met a more skittish tom. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to scare him. After all, Grizzlyprint liked to have a little fun. ''You should be sorry. You do not want to know what I do to cats who disturb my sleep.'' He growled, getting up from his own nest and ready to stalk forward if the smaller tom dared to give chase.

Having the other tom’s eyes on him caused Stagskip to feel instantly chilled to the bone, too frozen to move as his heart was pounding in his throat. He swore Grizzlyprint could probably hear it if he tried considering how wildly it was beating, a constant remind that he shouldn’t be here. He needed to run before this monster of a warrior pulverized him or even squished him beneath his very paws.Over what? Disturbing him in his sleep-- a viable offense in Stagskip’s opinion, but anything was viable when you were the size of this cat and could get your way with sheer strength and intimidation. He went even more rigid when Grizzlyprint clenched his teeth. “M..maybe? See, I’m sort of slow sometimes and not to imply you are-” he rattled, unsure of himself and just wishing he knew what to say to diffuse the situation. It was already blown out of proportion, but that wasn’t something he noticed when he was genuinely fearful for his life. ”But every cat deserves knowledge and.. It seems like you have it, so,” a cough and shuffling his paws as he tried to figure out what to do. The answer was right in front of him, and with a nervous meow, he declared, ”I will leave you in peace!”

He was all too happy to leave if that was what the other cat wanted, as he had no reason to stay when the only thing he was doing was making life more difficult on those around him. On occasion, he had a feeling that summed up his existence, but he was in too much of a panic to analyze the bigger picture. Too concerned with what Grizzlyprint might do to him, he wasn’t interested in staying around to find out, nor did he have the ability to determine he was joking when his mind was on overdrive. A squeak-like noise tumbled out of Stagskip in response to his growling tone, certain this was how he was going to die. Not much of a warrior’s death, really, but he had it coming. He had a feeling the answer to Grizzlyprint’s threat wasn’t anything positive. He didn’t get them a piece of food from the fresh-kill pile or nuzzle them or boop them on the nose - Stagskip didn’t need to wait to see what’d happen next. Stumbling a bit again, Stagskip hurried to the den exit, apologies and pleas not to eat him continuing to spill from the tom as he did so.