- Jun 7, 2022
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✵ ღ ☾ IT TOOK ME BY SURPRISE - It was getting easier to get in the swing of things, to get into her own routine.
Primarily, she stayed out of camp, whether it be fine tuning her combat skills, or hunting, she was a rare sight to see in the clearing.
Today, however, her hind paw had been giving her trouble as it often does when she overexerts herself, and against her wishes, she makes the right decision to head back to camp, not wanting to be laid out for days over a stupid water vole or two.
A single mouse dangles from her jaws, and she thinks nothing of it as she drops it in the fresh kill in the prey pile, her clanmates knew she worked hard, her skills only showed that off.
It wasn’t until she is grooming herself later that morning she hears the patronizing sneers from just a fox-length away.
“One mouse, and she thinks she's better than everyone. who cares? it's just one mouse. a stupid little mouse. she must have fish eggs for brains if she thinks that's gonna feed anyone here"
Quickly her attention is captured, gaze landing on Poppy as she snickers to a couple of cats sitting beside her. Anger flares up in her chest, did that priss even know the first thing about hunting? If so, it certainly didn’t show.
She’s walking over before she can think any more of it.
"do you think I care if she hears? im better than her and she needs to know it just like everyone else here.”
Azalea approaches from behind her, triumph disguised in a toxic smile as the cats eyes around her suddenly go wide with anxiety.
❝ A few days here, and I already have a fan! What’s the name, sweetheart? Poppy? ❞ She coo’s from behind the molly, taking a seat as Poppy would whirl around her face her, another small victory as Azalea found herself having to crane her head slightly downwards to meet the others gaze.
"What? are you upset because I'm telling the truth? sorry im not a liar like the rest of these cats.”
Now, Poppy’s fiendish friends are looking from Azalea to her, hungry to see how this will play out.
❝ That’s cute. Almost as cute as that runt of a minnow you brought in yesterday, in fact, I’m fairly sure it’s still rotting at the bottom of the pile, being as it couldn’t even feed a kit ❞ Azalea bit back, but keeping her tone cool, mocking. ❝ I bring in more prey in a quarter moon than you could in a day, and I can prove it too- ❞ she pauses, her grin shifting to the side as she leans closer, ❝ Hunting competition, whoever brings in more by say, sun high, wins. Or.. are you too scared, princess? ❞ She hums, confidence in abilities radiating off of her. She would win this, Poppy was as poor of a hunter as her shit-talking, Azalea could only assume that much.
[ please wait for @POPPY. ]
❝ Speech. ❞
THE HATRED IN HER EYES