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He looked like he was sleeping, but his forward swiveled ears and tense expression made it clear he was very much awake, simply paws tucked under and lounging in camp where he was taking a moment to himself now that it was quiet only to be rudely interrupted. Smokethroat sat still as an obsidian monolith with the exception of his tail, lightly twitching back and forth, slapping down against the pebbled stones beneath him and avoiding the teeth of the kitten frantically prancing from side to side trying to catch it. There were too many kittens in the clan now, not that he had an issue with his clan growing but it was both leaf-bare and also a lot all at once and he was thankful he'd had the time to learn patience prior to this or it would have driven him to sleeping outside the territory somewhere where the little hellions couldn't nip at him. This one was a particularly bold kit, one of Boneripple’s litter and looking very much like a smaller version of either parent. He could’ve been mistaken for his kit too, given their monochromatic color scheme but while Smokethroat had spots that family predominantly had stripes. The little furball paused his tail chasing to clamber onto the older cat's back, tiny pinprick claws digging into to help him haul himself up where he proceeded to sink his teeth into a dark ear and tug, emphasized with tiny growls. Smokethroat sighed quietly. “Skunk-kit, you’re being a menace.”
“What’s a mean ass?”
Smokethroat inhaled sharply through his nostrils as the kit mumbled out a repetition that did not sound anything like what he actually said and was most certainly going to have every queen in the clan on his case. “Don’t…repeat that.”
“Mean ass?”
“Stop.” Before he was killed on the spot. The dark tom turned to scruff the kit from his back despite the mewling protest and set him back on the ground nearby.
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