With the onset of fog sticking to his wispy pelt, Chrysalispaw stepped out of the apprentice den, of which he was due to outgrow very soon. "What's with this fog?" He hissed, swatting at it as though it would do anything.
"I don't know, why don't you ask it?" Silversmoke enquired, doing a poor job of hiding his sarcasm from his apprentice. The weather wasn't something Silversmoke considered very often, it was difficult to when it was completely out of his control.
Cherrykit wrinkles her nose as she steps through the fog, the humidity weighing down her kitten-puffy coat, and says to the fog on Silversmoke's behalf, "What's with you?"
Coming to stand beside Silversmoke, the calico nudges him with a shoulder and a wry smile be for turning to Cherrykit with a chuckle. "Yeah you stupid fog, what's with you?"
“…. Are you guys really talking to fog right now?” Slate snorted, ever the storm cloud on a sunny day, wondering just how mousebrained his clanmates really were.
"Maybe they all ate some bad prey." Talon remarked with a chortle as he sidled up next to Slate. Clearly the clan cats could be a little bonkers at times. "Some twoleg dens spit out fog. It's weird." If he knew how to explain vents he would have, but he couldn't.
TAGS — "It don't hear you," Ilya drawls from the sidelines. Apparently they had appeared at some point-- and they found the fog as bothersome as anyone else, but even they at their tender age don't see any sense in trying to talk it out of existence.
A mirthless snort escaped Chrysalispaw's mouth as he heard Silversmoke's snarky remark. Well, the rest of his clanmates seemed more than unamused as well. "Twoleg dens do that? Is fog just Twoleg den bile or something?" He found Talon's statement to be incredulous, and most likely untrue.
Cherrykit lifts her tail when Auburnflame backs her up, while Ilya and Slate scoff at them, but the conversation wanders to the topic of twoleg dens with Talon and she wonders after Chrysalispaw, "Maybe they're just breathing really hard."
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"Twoleg dens have mouths? But what if they eat you?" as far as questions go, eggkit has a good point. The thought of a den swallowing him whole is scary - how do kittypets survive?
Eggkit's question is a strange one, but still one Greeneyes finds himself pondering as he observes the fog around them. "We'd have less daylight warriors, then," he answers. Though, maybe it would be for the better, if some of them were eaten by twoleg dens.
Pigeonsongs gaze is filled with amusement as he listens to his clanmates discuss twoleg dens, a place he's actually been inside before.bFinally he pipes up, a small grin on his face. "They don't eat you exactly, it's weird you can go in and out these rectangular openings."
He rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fall out of his head. Offering a slight smile to Auburnflame, when the topic moved on to Twoleg dens, the spotted tabby's attention fixated on that. "Twoleg dens are always all-consuming, they suck the joy and goodness out of all cats that enter like a flea and leave but a sour husk behind." Calm down William "Cheddar" Shakespeare.
"Just like you." Chrysalispaw snorted at his mentor. Well, Silversmoke wasn't going to be his mentor for much longer, not to his chagrin at all. He then turned to the forming crowd, whiskers twitching. "That's weird. Why would anyone want a Twoleg house to eat them? I bet their stomachs smell horrible because of all the Twolegs in there."
Her brother makes a good point, while the warriors (some soon-to-be) reassure him somewhat, and Cherrykit scrunches her face at Chrysalispaw's remark. "Kittypets are big and soft," she muses, from what she's gathered from sporadic comments about the daylight warriors being well-fed and groomed. "Not stinky."
"What's really weird is the monsters that they get into. It's like they get eaten! Big, roaring beats with huge black paws! And they're so fast too. Gotta be careful around them, lest you want to get smushed." He hovers over Cherrykit and Eggkit, attempting to out on his best scary face.
Yeah... right? We hate the kittypets.... hahaa," the collar-wearing Daylight Warrior tried to fit in, unable to hide the hurt in his puppy-like eyes. "Auburn's right though, it's the monsters you have to be careful of. Twolegs are like cats, some good, some bad, y'know? But monsters are all bad."
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