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Dartfrog wasn’t what you would call “friendly”. He was cold, abrasive, and rather jaded.
the greyfurred tom made his way out of the den he still shared with his sister, Okapishadow. The two were opposites. Okapishadow thrived in clan life, while Dartfrog just went along with it. He could remember the days he was a kittypet kit. Always warm, always full... he held resentment towards the mother he had blurry memories of for taking him away from that life of luxury.
his dark eyes scan the camp. he could make his way out of the camp confinements today. Or, he could go back into his den and stay there until he was called into some sort of patrol. Dartfrog hears movement near him as another cat comes out of their den. They gave him a smile, and all Dartfrog could utter was “what do you want?”
(to whomever replies- this could go so many ways. Pls put Dartfrog in his place where ever it goes)
"There's someone causing trouble in the Field of Light, could use some backup. I've never asked you for anything before, you know," She said like she ever talked to him in the past to have asked him for something. After all DayClan was among the more larger sized clans ever since the SunClan refugees came, her being one of them.
Autumngossamer was her name, she was the spitfire, battle body thin she-cat celebrity if there ever was one. Everyone knew her as the cat at the full moon gathering who spoke out against the cruelty her clan leader had inflicted on her and other she-cats. She had led the movement that started SunClan's downward spiral, in other words, a well praised social justice warrior.
Dartfrog flicked his ear back in irritation, looking down on the shecat. He was waiting around for nothing, might as well go on with his day. "Fine. But don't expect any favors from me anytime soon." He stands, muscles visible under dark grey fur. He was a brute of a cat, ugly to go with his gods awful personality.
The tom didn't know much about the history of the other clans, mostly because he just didn't care. He stayed in Dayclan purely for the den and food most of the time, even if it meant every once in awhile he actually had to do something in return. "Lead the way." He says in monotone, ready to get this done and over with.
"You say that like being owed a favor from you would be a treat," Autumngossamer said.
Nonetheless she led him out to the southern border where the field lands began. It didn't take long before they could hear screams for help coming from one of the lower ditches. Carefully approaching the two could see a tiny white kitten with a cartoonishly large pink bow tied around her neck chasing Lionpaw, an apprentice in DayClan. Neither would be able to recognize the kitten outside of it being a kittypet.
"Could you pick up the kit while I deal with Lionpaw's apparent anxiety attack?" She asked at first, but was already heading over to the two younger cats, probably knowing better than to wait for Dartfrog to answer with a no.
Dartfrog glares angrily at the situation unfolding in front of him. He hated kits with a passion. He hated apprentices almost more. The grey tom then directs his gaze to Autumngossamer, the steam practically pouring from his ears. Why was he stuck dealing with this? An apprentice who had no business being one if he acted like this, and a kitty pet who would die out here likely.
He pads over and grabs the kitten’s bow, untying it so he could get her neck scruff. He wasn’t about to be the one labeled as a kitten murderer. It was the last thing he needed. He glares blankly at Autumngoassamer, like “what the heck do I do now ?” If the kitten struggled at all, he tightened the grip he had on her scruff. “Cut it out.” He mumbled through fur, “or I’ll give you a reason to struggle,”
"Hey!" The kit squeaked as her paws left the ground.
Autumngossamer looked back at Dartfrog, noticing his questioning stare, "Uh, yeah what the heck do we do from here."
"THAT KITTEN IS A MENACE!" Lionpaw screamed.
"You're acting more like a kit than she is, Lionpaw," Autumngossamer remarked, "Alright, I guess you can bring the kit back to camp since I'm sure you want to return there anyways. Just find a queen, they can handle her, I'll finish up with-" She looked back at Lionpaw who was still in crisis mode with the wild look in his eyes, "Uh, whatever the heck is going on with him."
She was certain Dartfrog would hate taking the kit back, but the way she saw it he was getting the better deal. Normally she'd throw Lionpaw at Dartfrog, but if she actually cared about the apprentice she should probably handle it himself.
"My names Tia, what's your name mister?" The tiny kit asked Dartfrog, seeming to only kick one leg up repeatedly just to see how high she could kick. A typical kit exchange, however if Dartfrog proceeded to move back to DayClan the kit quickly added, "By the way, I'm going to eat you before we get there, I just thought you should know."
Again, blank and angry glare. Mumbling incoherently, he starts padding his way towards camp. Stupid apprentice. Stupid kitten. Again, he tightens the grip he had on the white cat, irritated by her swinging. He was not in the mood for this. ...to be fair this is something he’d never be in the mood for.
Eventually, he drops her down, a crazed and evil look in his eye. “Listen, you little rat brain, I could kill you right now. I won’t, because it’s against the stupid warrior law or whatever. But I could.” Dartfrog was a huge cat. Larger than the average housecat, though a bit smaller than a bobcat. His grey fur was short, his face ugly. “Now I’m going to need you to be quiet before I lose it. Understood?” He snaps, claws digging into the ground. Before she can answer, he scoops her up again, continuing to camp with his Steely gaze
"Oh?" Tia sang out in a cutesy tone, "That's good then, I don't have any warrior code so I can do whatever I want to you."
Still she didn't make a move, instead humming out a low hmm noise as though disappointed, "Hey mister, I have to y'know... Use the litter box, make dirt, if you will. And well if you don't let me go I'll just have to go right now while you're carrying me so it's your choice I guess," She said her British childish tone was almost unbearably whiny at this point.
This kit was surely annoying and spoke in rather large words for being a child. He never wanted kids, ever. The tom cat drops her without any warning, just releases her scruff. It wasn't gentle, or the way you would expect a kit to be treated. "Go. Hurry up." He grunts, tail tip twitching.
"Okey dokey loki!" Tia said, moving like she was about to run off before instead spun on her paws to face him once more. Springing up into the air her claws gripped onto his throat, which of course was not that painful. She was a tiny menace at best after all, but the moment she opened her mouth it was clear what was the real threat. Despite her tiny size her jaw opened wide as a hounds and her teeth were curved inward like a snakes, meant to keep prey from squirming out. She bit down hard onto his shoulder, missing his neck from the awkward jump she originally took to lunge at him. However her jaw strength was equally powerful, it came down with a force ordinary to the average cat.
Realizing that she missed the vulnerable target of his neck she released, dropping back down to the floor and tried to move back to avoid being kicked or grabbed at again. Her pink tongue swiped the blood from her muzzle with a childish toothy grin, "Don't recognize the Primal Instinct proxy of punishment when you see her, huh?" She asked teasingly, knowing full well just how easily she could blend in as a kit rather than the runt she really was. Nonetheless she was still tiny in size, the only real weapon she had going for her were her fangs and bite force, which took some precision to be deadly.
