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Pythoncrush was awake with the dawn patrol this morning, though he didn't seem inclined to volunteer to join them. Instead, he snuffled groggily through the fresh-kill pile and grumbled to himself about the soggy prey. Some cat was going to have to hunt soon, and it wasn't going to be him. He hunted for the clan nonstop yesterday and wasn't going to walk his paws off again today, he was planning on finding a place to nap until sunhigh, then he was going to groom his fur thoroughly. That was it.
Settling on a rather pathetic shrew, he turned and marched over to the edge of camp, close to the warrior's den, and tucked into his breakfast.
"Look, I'm not saying there's anything special about being able to catch the fish in the koi pond and get away without upsetting the dogs, just that it takes a little extra skill. Just the mark of a better hunter, you know? It takes a little more training and experience, that's all, than it takes to catch something else... like a little shrew," he explained, casting a disdainful glance down at Pythoncrush's meal as he walked past. "There's nothing wrong with cats that can only catch shrews, of course, it's just not quite the same."
Lioningsnarl was chatting up a rather exhausted looking Duskheart, who looked like he regretted even waking up this morning. The warrior was desperately seeking an excuse to get out of the conversation, especially when Lioningsnarl started to insult the cat just a few tail-lengths away from them.
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 8, 2019 23:18:37 GMT -5
Pythoncrush looked up at the sound of the other cat's meow. With a soft growl the brown tom crunched a bone loudly and spit it back out with a pointed glare, "funny, the other cats were saying you caught this shrew. They said it was impressive, given your skill set." He stood and stretched, making a point to flick his tail in Lioningsnarl's face. "Thank you for the shrew, you will prove a valuable warrior when you are fully trained." Nodding politely to Duskheart he made a point of turning away from the toms and sitting back down to clean his face, his tail flicked with his continued annoyance.
Duskheart looked caught between desperation and a laugh, and had to duck his head to hide his face.
The emissary's fur bristled along his neck, but he forced it as smooth as he could. "I'm not surprised they thought it was mine, I brought in so much prey last night it was easy to get confused," he responded gallantly. He turned to keep his eye on the tom, scowling a bit. Was he trying to make him look bad? He'd have to try harder than that, everyone knew Lioningsnarl was an essential member of the clan.
"Yeah, of course," the black-and-white warrior murmured, "of course."
"Besides, I have more important things to do than hunt all the time. I just bring in what I can when I have time, in case the rest of you don't bring in enough."
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 9, 2019 0:26:48 GMT -5
Pythoncrush rolled his eyes, what an annoying mousebrain. "Does that mean every other cat can retire to the elder's den early? You could bring us scrawny, muddy tasting shrews and tell us all about how precious you are." He licked his paw and ran it over his ears, "all you do is betray your immaturity with this incessant self-promotion. You need to grow up a bit, little Lioningsnarl."
So did he, Python's inner voice reminded him. Engaging in a petty argument with this annoying cat! How disgraceful. He felt angrier still with himself when he remembered that others did, in fact, respect this cat.
A light smile played across his tense face as he attempted to look at ease and in control the situation. "This tends to happen a lot," he told Duskheart with a sigh, pointedly ignoring Pythoncrush, though his words were directed his way. "Cats get jealous of me because of my status in the clan. They're intimidated by my power and my connection to the spirit realm— that's why we tend to the spirit glen and those ceremonies, you know, StarClan talks to me all the time— and they do their best to bring me down to their level out of fear." A false smile. "I'm used to it. It's just sad, really."
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 9, 2019 11:12:38 GMT -5
StarClan, what a thistle-brained idea. Pythoncrush's snorted, giving away immediately to his anger, "jealous of you?" He turned, tail lashing and claws unsheathed. "That shrew meant more to me than you do. You have no status I care about. You run around in a field making up stories about dead cats, that it possibly the most pathetic thing I have ever heard." He stalked past the tom, heading towards the entrance to camp, "I am going hunting, feel free to join me Duskheart."
What an insufferable fool! Pythoncrush would have destroyed him had they been rogues together. As it were, he was expected to be respectful of all clanmates.
Lioningsnarl's eyes flashed with unbridled rage. He had worked hard to become an emissary -- well, okay, he'd been chosen and didn't have to work for it, but he'd worked hard after! -- and was not going to let this insult sit lightly. As Duskheart opened his mouth to speak he slapped his tail over the tom's face and stalked off, letting the black-and-white tom trail after him.
"You take that back!" he called ahead furiously. "You can't say that, it's slander!"
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 10, 2019 9:03:36 GMT -5
So the brat was going to follow him? Pythonncrush wasn't surprised and was instead proud that he'd ruffled the fool's fur. "I can say what I like. And I meant it. Why does your position have to matter to me?" The brown tom didn't look back at the other cat, instead nodding politely to patrol entering camp. Looking back finally, he meowed lazily to Lioningsnarl, "are you joining my patrol?"
"Because! It's clan law!" he sputtered. "I'm am emissary! That means I deserve your respect! It means I'm better than you! StarClan chose me! You think I wanted all this responsibility? You think I wanted these visions instead of being a normal warrior? I never wanted to be special, it wasn't my choice."
Duskheart bit his lip to keep from snickering at that.
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 2, 2019 23:06:00 GMT -5
Pythoncrush spun around, rage dancing in his eyes and claws unsheathed. The brown tom could ignore many things but he would never let another cat claim he was beneath them, Pythoncrush was strong, capable, and true and he'd gladly rip the pelt off of any cat who claimed otherwise. "I will cut you open," he hissed, "you have lived your spoiled, soft life in DayClan, I have lived on the streets of twolegplace. I have killed before, you insolent little furball." Pythoncrush lashed his tail and leaned in until he was almost touching Lioningsnarl, "want to know how I did it?"
The golden tom snorted, thrusting his muzzle the rest of the way forward so it pressed against Pythoncrush's. "What'd you do, suffocate him with your rancid breath? I've met your kind before, you act so tough but you're so pathetically weak. You can barely fight a true warrior, you're scared, that's why you're so grumpy all the time. Pretending you're something better than you are."
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 23, 2019 23:40:28 GMT -5
Pythoncrush laughing, "no, you stupid kit. I did it slowly. I caused a lot of pain and suffering, and I dearly miss it." The brown tom had indeed done a lot of bad things, but hadn't ever really missed it. But something about this cat made his claws itch to tear through fur and skin again. "When you are alone out in the territory one day, perhaps I can try it again." It was not smart to threaten this cat so blatantly, but at the moment it was the least violent path he could have taken. He was proud of himself.
Lioningnsnarl laughed, rich and proud and unafraid, despite the pounding of his heart. "Go ahead and try! Do it now, you coward. You can't beat me. I'll have you exiled and then I'll send a patrol to hunt you down and end your days in true suffering. Then you'll know what it really feels like, instead of just claiming you've hurt someone else."
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Post by neverstarstar on Nov 23, 2019 23:54:15 GMT -5
"No one listens to you!" Pythoncrush laughed, just as deeply as Lioningsnarl. "You have no power, you only wish you did. You are just nothing," the brown tom replied with an exaggerated shrug. This was tiring and a worthless conversation.
"No, that's where you're mistaken." His smile sharpened and he leaned forward, tasting victory. "You might think that, might wish it, because nobody listens to you, and you don't want to listen to me. But like it or not, I'm an emissary. The clan does trust me and they all have to listen to me, because I speak with StarClan's voice."
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Post by neverstarstar on Dec 1, 2019 0:36:46 GMT -5
"StarClan," Pythoncrush's laugh was much more authentic this time. "Alright, I am officially sure you are insane." The brown tom had no use for this anymore, as far as he was concerned he was victorious because he was not telling cats he spoke with the voice of a billion dead cats. "Let us continue the hunt," he threw over his shoulder, eyes scanning his surroundings for any prey that hadn't been scared away with Lioningsnarl's ridiculous arguing.
The golden tom ducked his head and dug his claws into the ground, his back arching as a snarl drew upon his lips. "You don't believe in StarClan?!" He could suffer many indignities, but not this. Half of his job involved communicating with the spirits; he wasn't going to take it lightly. "Our warrior ancestors guide the clans! How can you pretend to even be a warrior?"
