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"Lalalalalah," Gingersnap said in a stupid tone, bouncing her head side to side with her tongue out while Bravepaw's back was turned, "that's you ignoring everything I just said."
Duskslayer tried to hold back a look of pure amusement from the back and forth going on as he managed to nod to Bravepaw. Instead he hung back making sure that all of his kits made it across.
"Yeah, build a bridge, that's a new one! Usually he just builds walls. But also thank-you for building a bridge, but also I'm still mad at you because you're a big JERK FACE" Gingersnap snapped at him.
"I think your coaching made her improve her insults by a small margin," Duskslayer whispered to Bravepaw.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 12, 2021 14:10:49 GMT -5
Bravepaw smothered his smile at her continued insults. "Hey, you're improving. I think I might've felt a twinge of an ache in my heart there for a moment. Oof." He placed a paw on his chest, giving what he could only assume was a performance worthy of his father of pretending to feel a touch of pain. "Now, you have places to be, right? Parents who hate me to go visit. Think of you walking over the bridge as everything you're saying going in one ear and out the other, I expect something that sticks more in the future. If I'm not scrunching my nose like I did over the taste of the herbs I had to eat as a kit, you're not doing enough yet."
(I know this is old but it needs wrapped up so... here goes :3)
Bloodyrondo, no, Bloodycrow's jaw fell open in shock and horror as the Sun God continued to ridicule him. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever see himself in this position, cursed and outcast by the very being that drove every action he'd ever taken in his entire life. All of his hard work, his sacrifice, his pains and struggles, it was for Him.
And he didn't want it.
"You say I lost myself... But I believe it is you who are lost," He said quietly as he got back to his paws. All the rage and raw emotion he'd been displaying before had been greatly watered down, leaving the exiled High Priest, for lack of a better term, numb, "You are just a pitiful reflection of the Sun God groomed by his own murderer to be more easily controlled. Looks like it worked. Littlecrow wins again."
Even as he spoke, though, doubt began to coil around his heart like a serpent. Had he been wrong, after all this? Had he really gone too far? He'd never had such thoughts since he'd been High Priest, but something about the Sun God's words were cleansing. Either way, he couldn't make heads or tails of it now. It was time to go.
"Thank you, Gingersnap," Bloodycrow said, touching the she-cat's shoulder with his tail-tip, "But that's enough... I am leaving."
With that, the red-furred tom began to limp toward the newly built bridge.
