WindClan Galewood

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

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WHITERABBIT . 20 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

Whiterabbit's scoff is hard and unamused and so, so posed. She's not actually angry with him, not really, but she wants to be. She wants to get to play angry, to have an excuse to march right up and shove her grievances in his face and make him have to play along with the whole scene because she's too stubborn to do something normal and polite like say hello or ask after Leopardpaw or just keep her dumb mouth shut (which would save them both the trouble, only, Whiterabbit really really really likes the trouble).

"Is that what you're trying to do? Be supporting? Stars, if anyone has to endure any more of your support there'll be mass casualties. On account of heads popping. On account of your screeching." Whiterabbit's voice is a thin, strangled attempt not to laugh toward the the end, there. This is fun. She's having fun.

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; GOLDENHONEY

[Idiotic.Bean101]

Goldenhoney-He/Him
22 Moons


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Aaaand she doesn't just go away.
Goldenhoney huffs.

"I'm about to be a casualty because of your nagging." He said with a roll of his eyes "Did you seriously only come over here to bother me about the cheering?"

It was a ridiculous thing to bother him about, since she had been avoid him and such for so long, seemingly.
Well, he was avoiding her too, but you get the point.


@nyme

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

WHITERABBIT . 20 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

Well, yes! "Of course not, harebrain!" She's really hamming up the scorned she-cat act. It feels like it's been ages since Whiterabbit had anything to recreationally overreact to like this so she's throwing herself into it wholeheartedly, docked tail whipping angrily, ears pressed back. Yayayayayay!!! It feels nice to play argument. It feels nice to want to play argument, instead of just turning the ol' cold shoulder. Maybe not from where Goldenhoney's standing, sure, but Whiterabbit's long resigned herself to rolling gleefully in the mess she had gone and made of what they'd once been and calling it a day instead of just explaining herself, making—bleurgh—amends, and trying for a proper friendship. He'll live even if she doesn't. She'll live even if she doesn't. Not everything needs to be explained or repaired, especially if doing those things sounds hard and uncomfortable and like a threat to her pride.

"I also came over here to tell you you're ugly." She grabs at the insult last minute because she doesn't have anything else to say but she wants an excuse not to move away just yet. "And..." Uhhhhmmmm.......hm. Actually she sort of feels like this took a lame turn and she truly can't think up anything else to heckle him on. Ugly. What a joke. Urgh, whatever, she's got an eternity, now, to work on it. "No, yeah, that was it. Take it into consideration and do better. Mleh!" 'Mleh', here, indicates that she's finally turned to face him head-on just to stick her tongue out. Whiterabbit doesn't linger long after that, backing up out of Goldenhoney's space to beat a hasty retreat.

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; GOLDENHONEY