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She was seldom in this part of the territory. She was either in the general areas or in her own private den. "Who put ants in your pelt today?" Kerrigan said this with a smirk.
She snorted at her cousin, giving him an affectionate paw. "You're an idiot," she meowed, but in a way that made it sound like it was just one word and not, in fact, three. "Anything I can do to cheer you up?"
"Get the ants out of my pelt," he replied through gritted teeth. "...Failing that, maybe just talk to me a little. You know me, I get over things quickly."
"I've always envied that about you," she meowed truthfully. It wasn't a lie. Kerrigan had the tendency to hold things too close to her for too long. "Shall we walk and talk? I know a place that's good for talking where we don't have to worry about one of your kids bothering us."
"Blatant disregard for my annoying children aside," Caasidy replied with a sarcastic smile, "of course I'll walk with you. Why am I not surprised that it's you, of all people, who knows the best place to talk away from the young'uns?"
"Hey now, it's important to know how best to slip away from the non-stop chatter of young'uns," she meowed, making it very clear that she was making fun of the way he said it. "You, of all people, should know that. How old are they now? Kadets? Maybe? God, we're getting old." She laughed, the genuine kind of laugh that only happened in the company of a special few. "Let's go."
"Maybe you feel like you're getting old," Cassidy remarked, idly scratching at his pelt. "I still feel as young as ever - ACK, my joints," he groaned as he took a particularly big stride forward. "...Yeah, they're kadets."
She let out a snort. "I'm not old enough to feel my body break when I move," she teased him. "I could still beat you in a race like we used to," she meowed with a half smile. "Even though now you're used to chasing down kits."
