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Nocturnekit couldn't help but roll his still milky blue eyes in response to his brother's bickering. It felt as though his brothers had to argue over everything ever since the moment they'd first opened their eyes, maybe even before that. The only reason he even agreed to come on his late night adventure was because he genuinely enjoyed the sights and sounds of the forest at night. That... and the fact that Marvelcanvas was away at the gathering, leaving the three kits with Ryn who let them do whatever they wanted. At this point the spotted black kit had nearly tuned his litter-mates out and couldn't even remember that started this argument in the first place.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 15:02:21 GMT -5
Hauntedkit wasn't trying to start fights with his brother, but Vantakit never made it easy to keep a calm dialogue. "Well I'm the oldest, so you have to listen to me." He added back pointedly, kitten blue eyes glaring at his younger brother. It was a low blow, and the tom knew it. He was the heir, promised a throne from the moment he'd been born, and it wouldn't be wrong to say that made the black kitten a bit arrogant.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2020 16:37:02 GMT -5
Vantakit rolled his eyes, though he was walking ahead of his two brothers so neither got to see. It was a low blow, a spot that's been sore for the black kit since the moment he was born. He wouldn't let them see him scowl, instead barking a laugh as the trio ventured onward. "Ha. Funny. Any other trivial reasons to listen to you? It's not like you've led anything." Vantakit sprinted forward a few steps at that last comment, silently daring Hauntedkit to race him.
