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"Alright, get up, you lazy sacks of bones. We're going out." His blue eyes flashed with amusement as the hunter circled around his siblings, prodding them both awake with his white forepaw. It had been too long since the group had all gone out together to wreak some havoc, and Raijin was looking forward to righting that wrong. It had taken time to start into the League, and thought they'd all successfully passed initiation, it would still take some time before he was proper used to living around so many violent cats.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 1:30:26 GMT -5
"Awwww eat crowfoood Raijin..." murmured a sleepy Inari. The tom curled into a tighter ball of fur than before. Going out? Going out where? The forest? To do what? H U N T ? bah! He would rather snooze and dream of she-cats then work right now. Inari cracked and eye to see his older brother still looming. Maybe if he ignored him he'd disappear.
Laughter rang out at his brother's comment, and Fujin bounced lightly to his paws, awake and alert in what seemed like an instant, though he'd truly been up for a few moments already, content to make his siblings wait for him to finally get up. Ultimately, it appeared as though he abandoned that thought, tail flicking Raijin tauntingly on the nose as his laughter died, but the lighthearted grin and amused glimmer to his eyes remained. "He'd probably make them sick, Raijin. You'd probably make the best meal. You're the softest, after all." His tone was teasing and bright, though it always was, and the words themselves were painfully true, such that they could be taken lightly, or dig deep, depending on how one chose to interpret Fujin's thoughts.
"Soft as stone! You'd have better luck taking a bite out of a tree," he scoffed. He brushed away the tease, too used to his siblings to even consider feeling hurt, and instead shook his head slightly. He turned past them as he continued to circle, brushing against Fujin's side and giving Inari another impatient nudge. He had a tendency to invade the personal space of other cats, though with his siblings he hardly considered it an intrusion.
"Come on Inari, get up already, I'm so not playing this game today."
