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Originally Posted by redshiftreign
"I ain't glowering at people," Eveningthaw snorted, his eyes closing as he tilted his chin up in indignation. "I'm glowerin' at you 'cause you get on my nerves, prettyboy." The massive tom snarked with a flick of his tail. How Ryesong managed to pry wit out of him was a sight to behold.
Then there was the proposition of a challenge, and a dark glitter sparked up behind verdant eyes, head lowering slightly in determination. "You love pickin' fights, dontcha?" mused the black-and-white motion picture of a warrior, muzzle twitching upwards in the ghost of a grin.
With that, however, the powerful tom sprung forwards and out of camp, more than willing to indulge his annoying friend in his teasings.
[eveningthaw's roll to beat: 9]
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Ryesong didn't take it to heart when Eveningthaw was harsh. If he really found Rye truly annoying, he wouldn't be so willing to hang out. Hell, he might straight up kill him. Joking, of course.
(Rolled a 12)
Ryesong mostly terrorised Eveningthaw because he knew his friend secretly enjoyed the banter and competition. And winning. Ryesong usually let him win since he could tell it made him happy. This time, though, he decided Eveningthaw's ego was getting too big for the warriors' den, and he put his own competitive spirit to use, dashing past Eveningthaw and moving act length before him. He eventually reached where they were going, halting himself with extra effort to make sure he didn't roll forward from the inertia and spoil his victory with an embarrassing landing.
"Out of shape?" he teased.
Re: RiverClan Mountain Territory
