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Ceremonies came and went. Life, for the most part, moved on peacefully, with the new warriors and apprentices strutting their new suffixes. No one seemed to notice the disappearance of the frustrated Meerkatkit nor did anyone bat an eye when he finally, several days later, came marching back into camp, all sorts of burrs and thorns embedded in his short, dirty fur. The kit was usually in some manner of trouble, so it wasn't particularly odd.
Meer stalked through the hub of working felines, disheveled and bristling, until he reached the center, where he sat and glared in a particularly offensive direction.
Sparrowkit had been adjusting to the clan's rules and rhythms of life, and found himself full of wonder and excitement about his new home. To be fair, he stuck close to Sunveins when she was available, and sat very quietly in the background when he dared to get close to the other kits, but he was enjoying himself.
Meerkatkit wasn't someone he was familiar with yet, but the thorny tom caught his eye from where he had been playing with a line of marching ants. He didn't mean to speak, really, but the sight prompted a surprised, "You're d-d-dirty," from the tiny white and brown kit.
You're d-d-dirty. "And you're s-s-small," Meer snapped in response, whirling to face the words' owner. It was a kit not much bigger than himself, but Sparrowkit had more meat on his bones than the older, lither tom. Still, fueled by an already unwieldy virulence, he wasn't deterred from mocking the other kit's stutter. It didn't minimize his negative feelings, but it did grant him a tenuous sense of superiority.
Sparrowkit's ears heated, and he cursed himself for speaking in the first place. He wasn't super self-conscious of his size, since his stutter was his main insecurity, but the anger in Meerkatkit's voice made him shift back slightly. It wasn't as bad as his former siblings' cutting, clever teasing, but it wasn't great, either. "W-w-w-were you out of camp? You're not s-supposed to go out by y-yourself."
Meer's expression twisted with disgust. What was it with these clan cats- he still exempted himself from being one, despite having lived in SummerClan for three moons now- and their obsession with the rules? "Of c-c-course I was out by myself," he growled, continuing to mimic Sparrowkit's stammer. "Wouldn't you go? Or are you a s-scaredy kit?"
"I-I've been out by myself before," Sparrowkit protested, though that had been before he'd settled into the clan. "I'm not s-s-scared. I just don't think it's smart to b-be so obvious about it, that's all. It's like y-you don't even care."
