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"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
He did not like Blazestar's brood. A group of half-clan brats who smelled of oak and split loyalty - he knew he had little room to speak given his own kits, but he had no relation to them. Blazestar seemed perfectly content to parade his thunder-spawn all over. Well, he wanted no part of it. If those worms were to be here, fine, he didn't make the rules, but he wanted no part of them. The less he saw of the disgusting little creatures, the better.

The back of his mind twinging painfully, the beginnings of another migraine. Stars, when was the last time he had eaten? The freshkill pile held nothing appetizing but still, his body had begun rebelling as of late and if he didn't eat soon he -

Pain laced up his spine as needles sank into the tip of tail. He whipped around, his face curled into a snarl, only to be met with two mischievous kitten eyes staring back at him. "Get off, brat!"​
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WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​
Had he a bit more of a conscious, he might have thought it through before jumping on the copper-toned tom's tail, teeth sinking in and claws raking along the fur there- little tufts of orange flew past his head, and he giggled when he finally saw his victim turn to look at him. Normally, he wasn't yelled at for biting tails, though; he yelped as he saw that signature glare of Crimsonbite, immediately letting go with a frown.

"Why're you such a meanie?" He asks the tom, squinting sensitive eyes up at the taller creature. Why was this fluffy man so whiny? Not even he complained so much! ​
 
"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
"Why are you intent on your ears clawed?" The ginger king responded with bad-tempered little sniff. Child of the leader, birthed by a she-cat of little importance and no doubt lesser standard, this goblin had all the hall-marks of improper breeding. He is reminded, suddenly, of the point system he had been judged upon all those years ago in the the ring. The kit carried a pointed pelt like his father but his points were too dark and his fur too wispy to fully capture the essence of his sire's breed. Three points for the head. Points off for the body. Ten points off for color. Hm. He recalled his conversation with the SkyClan leader back when he was just a kitty-pet in a garden, recalled what he thought then: pet quality. Indeed.

"Don't you have some other annoying maggots to play with? Away from me?"​
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WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​
"Not intent on it." Fireflykit replies smartly, shrugging his shoulders. He steps back away from the tom, before his paw bats at the massive, fluffy tail once more. He could feel the judgemental eyes burning into his pelt, and Firefly meets the larger tom's eyes with a fierce glare. Not a hateful one, but evenly matched- for such a scrawny kit, long-legged and all, he was a brave one. Or just stupid. Who knew. "My dad sayd I'm handsome as I am." He huffs out softly, giving the tom a weird look as he mentioned playing with other maggots. Was he talking about the other kits of SkyClan?

"Nah, I like playing with you! Best of the maggots." He chimes, sing-song, grinning up at him. Boy, oh boy.. "Play a game with me, Grumps! I wanna play."​
 
"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
A game. He looks down at the little beast, half-wanting to kick him. Instead, he is reminded of another pointed child that once bothered him in the same way. Another ThunderClan beast, his brain provided. Emberstar had been just as annoying as this little worm was and yet, the thought of her made the corners of his maw turn up.

"Fine." He relents after a couple of heartbeats. "One game and then you're going back to your pushover father. What do you want to play?"​
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