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"Goddammit to hell and back!" Straybullet snarled, a pawful of colourful beads skittering across the floor of camp. He never should've promised Prairiepaw he'd fixed her damned bracelet. He'd be sitting there all day and all night at the rate he was going. What the hell was Prairiepaw going to do with a bracelet, anyway? She was no Twoleg--how was she going to get it to stay on? "Whatever," he mumbled, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball. "I hate my job."
Post by unknownhearts on Apr 20, 2022 21:29:11 GMT -5
"Wow. Sounds like you're in a pickle." Frogeater couldn't help but overhear Straybullet. It's not like he was trying to be quiet or anything. As he walked towards the medicine cat, one of the scattered beads slipped it's way in between two of Frogeater's toes. His paw shook on instinct, scattering the bead to god knows where. "What're you so mad about?" The black tom sounded far too laid back for the scene he walked into, like he didn't grasp the situation.
Straybullet clenched his jaw so hard that the strain of his facial muscles were probably audible all the way over in NightClan. "My own compassionate and generous nature," he ground out, "and the wonders of Twolegs and their marvelous inventions. Look at this...pebble-ey crap." He gestured with his tail towards the beads, some of which were slowly rolling away, following their fallen comrade to its unknown fate. He slammed a paw down on one of them before it could escape. "Look man, my blood pressure is at an all-time high right now--do you have something better to be doing? Because if you don't, you could be helping me with this. Not that I know what helping with it would really mean at this point. You'd probably be doing me a favour if you just shoved them right down my throat and killed me so I don't have to face Prairiepaw's wrath, actually."
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Post by unknownhearts on Apr 22, 2022 19:00:28 GMT -5
Compared to the strain on Straybullet's face, Frogeater's was relaxed. No worry of wrinkles over here. Really, he could be out doing something more important. Like hunting, or swimming, or sun bathing, or like, anything else. Anything other than standing here in camp watching Straybullet have a meltdown over some twoleg thing he didn't understand.
A smile ghosted over the black tom's face for a moment, "Heh I could, but I don't feel like earning Meadoweye's ire." His tail swept some of the beads closer to the pair of them. Though, he had no idea what this was and what kind of wrath Prariepaw would give him over it. But it did look vaguely familiar. "Can't you just get another one? We can just get rid of all these.... whatever they are, and tell her they're the same."
