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Post by Shadowbladeღ on Dec 17, 2021 0:47:08 GMT -5
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This sucks. Snow sucks. Enigmaheart kicked the snow, as he got sick of it already piling up, making him trudge through it, getting his paws and legs cold. He started furiously swatting the perfect blanket of snow as if that would solve the problem world wide, or at least territory-wide... heck he'd take it if it would just clear his path for him. How could anyone like this season or month? The skies just get all cloudy and grey and while it should've been all warm and fuzzy surrounded by family, he just wasn't having it today.
Enigmaheart had walked out near the border, with a neutral start to his day that was starting to fall apart before it even started and he decided it wasn't worth walking back to camp yet. He pawed at the round lump of snow in front of him that managed to roll a little. Surely, he had to do something today so the boringness didn't just bleed together, but what could he possibly do with these lumps of snow that were starting to look perfect to throw and subtly take out his anger in a safe way? There couldn't possibly be some kinda of snow fight he could have...
"It looks like you hate that snow as much as me." One day good friends, the next day at each others throats. Ravenstar wouldn't have it any other way, nor would his personality let him have it any other way. His volatility and his frenemies made for an explosive combination. "It won't go away any faster than me either, so you better get used to it." He had grown up here in the peak of winter, and the chills on the wind almost brought him back to that time.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Jan 6, 2022 3:24:04 GMT -5
Enigmaheart was such a peculiar cat who didn't like his thoughts or feelings being assumed. So it wasn't a surprise when his pawing at the snow led to it being rolled, smoothing out and packed under his force into this round, perfectly throwable ball. Yeah, he threw a snowball at the leader. ¸.·´¯`۞
"Well actually, I only have to see the snow for a few moons out of the season cycle. You, I gotta deal with all damn year." Despite his long-haired coat and even the extra fluff between his toes not all cats had, the tabby was just spoiled when it came to his comfort. It simply wasn't enough to keep his paws from freezing on the coldest of days, and he hated the way it melted making him colder and ironically acted like glue sticking to and making even bigger clumps of snows weigh him down. It was a vicious, never-ending cycle snow-clinging was.
Poof. It hadn't even crossed his mind that Enigmaheart might throw a snowball at him. He thought they were both well past that stage in their life, but here they were. One with snow covering his face, and another making smart comments as the other tried with all his heart to muster the will to cool down. Well, figuratively. He was literally cooling down. "Wh----" He stopped himself. This guy really did not understand him. "Is that snowball supposed to mean something else?"
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Jan 14, 2022 19:20:55 GMT -5
"I don't know smart guy, you're the genius among us right- Why don't you tell me?" his voice raising in volume making it obvious there was still some anger in there. "Perhaps it's just my feelings" he waved an arm around as if it surrounding snow was so, "Tell me, do you do you feel my fweelings?"he went from mocking, "Or should I throw them at you again so you can get it?" to back to threatening annoyance. He slapped the snow upwards this time, kicking up and to the side with little scattering over to Ravenstar but still clearly directed at him. He usually didn't hold to grudges, it strange for the tom to still be having a temper tantrum - by now the adult child would've settle down to potentially talk about a problem but not this time. This needed a little more than talking.
"Well, I know from my experience with kits when someone having a little tempuh tantrum." Ravenstar was never one for talking, but always one jump on a stupid train like mocking. "Your fweelings are so annoying you just had to get rid of them? I can be adult and show you how to control them, if ask and say please. You must mind your manners at all times, little one." While he despised this part of Enigmaheart, he knew if anyone picked fight with him like he did he'd rip their throat out. Only they could beat each other up like this.
