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Poppymask sat before the current SummerClan medicine cat with a vicious snarl on her pretty little face. She was always a fluffy cat but she looked even more so than normal due to her rage and probably something else soon to be revealed.
"I'm a very busy woman with a prison to manage, so make this quick and let me get on with my life, thanks."
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 30, 2021 22:05:45 GMT -5
"Oh, I just thought I'd let you know you're getting fat." Pinesimmer commented blandly, without a single ounce of hesitance, self preservation, or teasing attitude. Not that Poppymask was likely to take such a thing in any positive manner anyhow, considering he was Ratstar's murderer, as she'd oh so angrily mentioned.
"I'm not fat," Poppymask replied flatly without even an ounce of her usual drama, which was honestly scarier than if she'd yelled. It was that certain brand of hushed, seething raged that only mothers of multiples could master, and if Pinesimmer had a lick of sense it aught to know now was the time to take a couple of steps away, "I'm curvy, which is a lot more desirable that whatever you have going on. No one likes to cuddle with a rail-thin piece of crow-food like you."
The lanky brown medicine cat's face stretched in a smile so dazzling it could have curdled milk on the spot, or shriveled the most generous of felines where they stood when they looked at him. "And yet I have not spent a single night here without someone to warm my nest. Seems like you don't know the tastes of your own clan. Apparently they just love murderers." He purred in a sickeningly sweet voice tinged with venom.
"Just take a look at yourself, hun. You've really let yourself go." Pinesimmer spoke in a pitch slightly above his normal, tone a nasally whine coated in false concern. When one grew up with Aspen, well, they lost all sense of consequences. If they were going to come anyway, may as well enjoy the moment. Besides, Poppymask was a pacifist as far as he remembered, not that he had paid much attention in the first place. "That tummy of yours just keeps getting rounder and rounder every day. Are you sneaking prey, perhaps? You wouldn't do that though, would you? With your husband in such a fragile state... it'd be a shame if I had to dish out another punishment because his family doesn't care about his well being."
Alright, that was it. She'd tried to play nice but Poppymask was under more stress than she'd ever been in her life and this stupid tom had killed and tried to kill multiple members of her family. If ever there was a time to break her flimsy moral code now was the time. The fluffy cream-coated she-cat's paw struck forward quick as a snake and her claws dug into Pinesimmer's right eye.
"This is for killing my husband," She snarled the shoved her toe beans deeper into the socket, squirting eye juices in her face which made her sneeze, although she didn't flinch, "And this is for almost killing my daughter."
She then begin to twist and twist and twist. Her entire paw and part of her face was damp with blood and other gore but she didn't stop, she wanted Pinesimmer to suffer in ways she'd never wanted any cat to suffer before. By now she'd put the full bulk of her weight on tom and all that 'fat' turned out to be quite an adept anchor to the spot, he wouldn't be able to pull away unless she let him.
This went on for sometime before Poppymask gave a particularly forceful tug which followed with a 'pop' as the eye itself came free.
A wicked smile spread across her face and she picked up the eye and held it in front of her own.
"And this is for calling me fat." She giggled.
Edited Nov 2, 2021 0:22:10 GMT -5 By Jadie | Reason: Reworded the last line for dramatic effect
