[Rose]

Originally Posted by ChaosBringer.

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Hah! It was enough for her. A small sense of pride swirled in his chest at her acceptance of the prey. "Oh yeah?" Dear Starclan, he'd been saying that a lot. "Will you at least try it? I'm sure Fire..not- Firenotmom is much better, but I'd be so hurt and betrayed if you didn't try my mouse." The warrior said with a mock-sadness before laying on his stomach with his legs under him, and his front paws curled under his chest. Loafing, if you would. "You wouldn't want to make me sad, would you? I'd eat your mouse and tell Firenotmom." Whisperinghive teased. Gosh, this kit was entertaining.

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She was going to be completely honest with this one here. (Well, from an outsider's perspective, Strawberrykit was usually always honest. Brutally so, considering how blunt she came across. But this was Strawberrykit's version of honesty now!!). "Hurt and betrayed? For not eat mouse?" Her brow furrowed with confusion. "Why sad over mouse? You weird."

The kitten wobbled to her paws and sniffed the weird creature (well, the other weird, dead creature). It was almost her size! "Smell bad." She declared after sniffing the mouse, muzzle wrinkling as she stepped back. "I goes now. Bored."